Death Saiyan (Total War 1.5)

AN: Me and Shindo were watching 'Kerrang!' and MTV2, and we started wondering what would happen if the Saiyans were at a Nu Metal concert. We saw much carnage, and the death of bands like P.O.D., A, and Linkin Park, to name but three. If you are a hardcore fan of Nu-metal, then don't bother reading on because you will only be offended. If you think the majority of Nu-Metal is crap, then keep reading.

PS. Sorry about the block text. I posted the wrong file onto FF.net – it was a .txt instead – my bad. I've posted this one again, and made a couple of minor changes. Sorry about that, everyone.

- Paul

Chapter One – The Infernal Sound of Progress

Vegeta stormed through the Capsule Corporation headquarter-building, fuming and angry. Bulma trotted after him quickly, Bra, now a year old and still the apple of both her parents' eyes, held firmly in her arms.

"Vegeta, what's wrong?" she asked, shouting to be heard over 'The Noise,'

"I… I can't take it anymore!" the Prince said, a vein in his temple throbbing slightly as he shouted to be heard also.

"I know, but you have to be brave. It'll only last another hour or so!" Bulma said, holding her husband by the shoulder to try and sooth him. The muscles under his bare skin were tense, to the point of shuddering slightly to every variation in 'The Noise'. Bulma had noticed that he had been that way ever since Yamcha had introduced the boys, that is, Goten, Trunks and Applor, to music.

"An HOUR?!" Vegeta screamed, his hair bursting golden as the sudden horror of spending another hour of this infernal racket hit his brain. "But my I can already feel my brain becoming numb!"

"What brain…" Bulma muttered to herself.

"What was that?" Vegeta asked sceptically.

"Nothing dear," Bulma said sweetly and smiling. Vegeta just 'hmmphed' to himself and turned away, heading into his gravity chamber and flicking the soundproofing on. Bulma had installed that a year previously after the Saiyans who had joined the Z Fighters (Namely, Brolli, Raditz, Nappa, Turlus, Applor, Cukumbri, Fru and Tomatta) wanted somewhere to train. She had also enlarged it, and it was now almost as large as the Son household.

Prince Vegeta turned around and almost jumped as he saw a group of men watching him, their bodies coated with sweat.

"What is it, Vegeta?" Raditz asked, a towel wrapped around his broad shoulders and a hose in his hand. That had been one of the other additions. A water font hadn't been enough water for them, and Goku had insisted some sort of machine that produces lots of water. Muttering, Bulma had just decommissioned the Gravity Room and called the plumbers in to add a tapline to the main water pipes and fixed a hose to the spout. Problem solved.

"Nothing, just trying to get away from that infernal noise," Vegeta muttered, stretching out in the high gravity, the high forces already managing to sooth his muscle slightly. Either that, or it was the soundproofing. Vegeta guessed it was the later.

"Oh yeah, Chi-Chi threw the kids out the house yesterday, she said that all that noise was giving her a headache," Raditz said.

"Yes, and we all know what happens when she gets a headache," Brolli muttered. All the others went silent, the two Saiyan brothers and a cousin swallowing hard as they tried not to think about all of the cranial trauma dealt out by a certain kitchen implement.

"We're not here to discuss Kakkarot's psychotic mate!" Growled Vegeta. "We're here to find away to wean those bothersome brats off that noise!"

"I thought we were here to train?" queried Brolli.

"Yeah, me too." Tomatta added.

"And me." Turlus and Nappa both said.

"Shut up," Vegeta snarled. His head was starting to throb again, and he was sure he could here that so called "Nu Metal" pulsing between his ears.

"I thought this place was supposed to be sound proof?" Goku asked, his ears pricking up.

"You can you can hear it too?" Vegeta asked, barely managing to keep the relief from his voice.

"Yeah, like a dull booming noise and… actually, it sounds like somebody grunting," Goku answered. Everybody looked at Nappa.

"Hey, stop looking at me like that!" the bald Saiyan said defensively.

** * ** * **

"Mum, are you around? Mum!"

"I'm here Trunks, just a moment!" Bulma called back. The teenager paced back and forth, his jacket drooped over the back of the chair and a satchel lain on the chair's seat.

"Do you have to do this right now?" Bulma called out.

"Not really, but I'd like to. I haven't seen them in a couple of years. I'm dying to know how they're doing." Trunks replied. Bulma appeared, and smiled.

"Of course. You always were a good boy, you got that from Gohan," she said, Trunks' face darkening and falling slightly as she mentioned the name.

"Yes… yes I know."

"Oh I'm sorry. That's why you're going, isn't it? To see him…"

"Is it that obvious?"

"When I mention his name, it's obvious how much you miss him."

Trunks sighed and nodded, then quickly slipped his jacket on before reaching down over the back of the chair and grasping the pack.

"Right them, I'm off." He said and leaned forward, kissing his mother on the cheek. Then he turned and quickly ran towards the door.

"Wait!" Bulma cried after her son. Trunks' face, framed by the long lilac hair, popped round the doorframe.

"Yes mum?" he asked.

"You forgot these!" Bulma said with a smile as she tossed a capsule case across the room, which was caught expertly by Trunks.

"Thanks mum. I'll be back before you know it!" he said before leaving again.

Bulma sat down in the chair formerly occupied by trunks' pack and sighed. "Yes, I daresay you will."

** * ** * **

Vegeta chuckled to himself, hugging his knees as he sat on the cold metal floor of the Gravity room, a circle of Saiyans standing around him, watching curiously.

"What's wrong with him?" Goku asked, nudging his older brother, who after being dead for so long was now his younger brother.

"What?" Raditz asked, shouting.

"I said, "What's wrong with him!"" Goku shouted back.

"What? I can't hear you!"

"Then take those protein bars out your ears!"

"Hold on, I'll just take these protein bars out my ears!"

Goku sighed and waited for his one-time enemy to take the bars of energy food from his ear-holes, and then looked at him blankly.

"Why?" he asked. Raditz shifted slightly.

"I was kinda scared that the music might turn my brain into bits of blue mouldy cheese!" Raditz whined, pushing the bars back into his ears, then turned to watch Vegeta as he rocked back and forth, still hugging his knees and gibbering to himself like a madman.

"I think he's flipped his lid…" Brolli said, reaching out with a long arm and prodding Vegeta in the shoulder. Without moving a single muscle, Vegeta toppled over sideways and lay on the floor, still hugging his knees, gibbering and, somehow, rocking back and forth.

"What's that he's saying?" Tomatta asked with a frown. Turlus frowned as he tried to make out what was being said, eventually shaking his head.

"Can't make it out properly. Not with all that noise."

"Want me to blast them?" Brolli asked cheerfully.

"Last time you did that, we had to ask Shenlong to wish back Australia." Goku reminded him.

"Oh yeah…" said Brolli, a sly grin creeping across his face.

"Which part of Australia?" Turlus asked, out of interest.

"Uh… all of it. And some of the ocean around it. And all the little islands around about, and some of the South Pole, and maybe…"

"We get the point, Kakkarot," Nappa growled.

"Sorry." Goku said. "So what do we do?"

"The answer's simple, even a circus clown such as yourself should be able to think of it,"

"Argh!" everybody screamed. Vegeta looked at them with an expression of mild shock.

"What?!" he asked, looking around. "Is Buu back?"

"No, it's just… you're alright?" Raditz asked.

"Of course I'm alright, you long haired yuppie fool!" Vegeta snarled, obviously annoyed.

"Ahem," Turlus cleared his throat. "So, what's this plan of yours?" he asked.

"I assume that you simple fools have heard of the axiom… yes, what is it, Kakkarot!" Vegeta snapped at Goku, who had his hand in the air and was making little whimpering noises.

"What's an 'Axe-ium'?" he asked. Vegeta stared at him momentarily.

"It's a small fluffy, but incredibly powerful and dangerous animal that feeds solely on useless idiots who wear orange and blue."

"Argh! I wear orange and blue!" Goku shrieked

"As I was saying, you've all heard of the axiom that states: "If ya can't beam 'em, join 'em", yes?" Everybody nodded, except for Goku, who was running round the Gravity Room screaming, and Raditz, who still had Protein Bars stuffed in his ears and couldn't hear anything. "Well, I say we form our own band, to counter-act this pathetic pollution those brats call music."

"We form… a band…" Nappa said lamely.

"I told you he's lost it," Brolli said triumphantly. Vegeta hit him, and much to his annoyance, the Legendary Saiyan never flinched.

"Curses… anyway, we form our own band, somehow become famous…"

"I could blast them, if you like." Brolli said helpfully.

"For the last time, you're not blasting anybody!" Tomatta said.

"What about those annoying girls who follow the band around and throw their panties at the sta… " Brolli's sentence broke down as his dark eyes glazed over and a smile worked its way over his lips. "No blasting people, gotcha."

"Okay, that's a good plan!" Turlus said, nodding his head.

"I know," Vegeta replied smugly.

"There's only one minor, teensy-weensy flaw, however." Turlus added.

"And that is?" Vegeta asked, and was shocked as a pair of hands grabbed him by the shoulders and tried to shake him to his senses. However, all this achieved was to make Turlus pull and push himself away and towards Vegeta vigorously.

"We have the combined musical talent of a blocked nostril!" Turlus shouted, then stopped trying to shake Vegeta, in case he threw up.

"Ah yes, you see, I already have that one thought out, and I've thought of an answer before you even said anything about it." Vegeta proclaimed, looking smug.

"And that is?" Nappa asked.

"We get videos of bands doing it, and copy them!" There was a pause as everybody looked at each other. That is, everybody except Goku - who was still running around screaming, and now flailing at his back as he was sure that an 'Axiom' was trying to eat through his gi – and Raditz, who had started to pull the Protein Bar from his ears and chew on it, quite happily it seemed.

"Will that work?" Tomatta asked eventually.

"Well… we're Saiyans. It might work…" Nappa conceded.

"And what if it doesn't? What then?" Turlus asked, always the sceptical one.

"Then we bloody well get the woman to buy us some books and we learn!" Vegeta growled.

"Hey, Kakkarot's eldest brat probably has books on that sorta thing," Nappa rumbled, and was sharply smacked across the back of the head by Raditz. "OW, hey! What did you do that for?"

"That brat just happens to be my nephew!" Raditz said.

"So what?! You kidnapped him, remember!" Nappa replied.

"I'm allowed."

"Why's tha… OW!"

"I just am." Raditz replied, wiping the sweat from the back of Nappa's polished head on the bald Saiyan's training outfit. "And besides, he could wipe you out by just pissing on you"

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Oh yeah?!"

"YEAH!"

"Will you two cut that out!" Vegeta snapped, grabbing the two arguing Saiyans and shoving them both aside, both men colliding into the walls at opposite sides of the room, cracks radiating around them and causing the whole building to shake. The two got to their feet and sauntered back to the party of Saiyans gathered in the middle of the room. As he moved forward, Goku ran past Raditz screaming:

"Get it off, get it oooooooff!!" Raditz just shrugged and continued on his way.

"Now, as I was saying… Kakkarot, what do you… " Vegeta started, and then paused as a scream came towards him. He tuned about, and looked into the fear-filled eyes of Goku, and blinked. "What the hell is wrong with you, man?!" Vegeta shouted.

"It's eating my back, it's eating my baaaack!"

"What is?"

"The axiom!"

"The axiom?" Vegeta asked, lost.

"You said that an axiom was a thing that ate people who dressed in orange and blue," Nappa whispered into Vegeta's ear.

"Oh right. Turn around Kakkarot and I'll… uh… blast it." An evil gleam came into eyes and as Goku turned around, hopping from foot to foot, the little Prince motioned Brolli over.

"I'm just going to blast you in the back Kakkarot!" Vegeta said, nudging Brolli, who held out his hand.

"Right, just do it! It's moving!" Goku cried out, almost screaming.

Brolli grinned, holding out his palm, a pulse of green energy erupting from his hand and exploded against Goku's back, sending the poor deranged idiot through the wall. Then the next wall. And then the wall after that. And so on, and so forth.

"That was evil," Tomatta said, looking at the Goku-shaped holes that lined the way through the house.

Vegeta turned around, smirking arrogantly. "I know."

** * ** * **

Goku pulled himself from the smouldering hole in the floor, and poked his head up out the crater. Bulma was looking at him with an expression of shock on her face, and Bra was laughing her head off. Chi-Chi had her usual scowl of anger worn about her, and she was already reaching for the frying pan she had taken to carrying everywhere she went nowadays.

"Heh – hi, guys!" Goku said, scratching the back of his head.

"Gokuuuuuuuu!" both Chi-Chi and Bulma screamed, then a third high-pitched scream came from little Bra, who couldn't help but join in with the antics.

"Heh… I'll uh… just go finish training!" and before either women could scream or shout a word, he held his fore and middle fingers to his forehead and vanished with a flicker.

"I swear, one of these day's…" Bulma said, shaking with anger.

"It's alright, Bulma. I'll just get one of the boys to tidy this mess up," Chi-Chi said soothingly.

"Well, I volunteer Trunks," Bulma replied, sitting back on what was left of the couch whilst Chi-Chi beat the flames from her chair with a pillow and sat down with a sigh.

"With the rate those lot are going, I reckon we've got another five minutes or so before something else happens." Bulma said.

"Like what?" Chi-Chi asked, taking a sip out of her tea, then looking down to see that the bottom of her cup had fallen out, the contents spreading across her lap and leaving a very prominent green stain on her dress.

Bulma gave Chi-Chi 'One of those looks', as Vegeta had come to calling them, and sighed. "That's just the thing. When my Vegeta and your Goku get together, anything can happen!"

"It could be a lot worse," Chi-Chi said, standing up and looking around the debris for a teapot and cups.

"Yes," Bulma answered. "We could be at my house listening to that dreadful music."

** * ** * **

Goku reappeared at Capsule Corp with a flicker, and turned beamed at the others.

"Hi guys!" he said cheerfully, and then he saw their expressions. "What's wrong?"

"Tuh… Tuh…" Vegeta said, pointing at Goku. Goku frowned and looked at his chest, then he turned around and looked up, his eye slighting up with glee.

"Trunks, buddy!" he cried.

"Goku!" Trunks called and the two hugged each other.

"What's up with those guys?" the Future Trunks said, gesturing to Vegeta and the others.

"They've had a hard day, that's all," replied Goku, and then the strangled-cat music burst into the room from the open door. "We all have."

"Argh, what's that awful noise?" Trunks asked, clasping his hands to his ears.

"Music," Goku shouted so that his friend could hear.

"You're kidding, right?"

"Nuh-uh. That kids have gotten into this music, and we all hate it."

"Aw man! Looks like I came at the wrong…" then Mirai's eyes fell on somebody. "Brolli! What's he doing here?!"

"It's a long story," Goku said. (('You're damn right it is, Kakkarot!' – read 'Total War' for that long story.))

"I see. He's a good guy now?" Trunks asked.

"Well, I wouldn't call him good…" said Goku. "More sort of, not as evil."

"Ah. Him and my dad get on, I take it?"

"Like a house on fire."

"Thought as much." Mirai said, then turned to his father. "So, dad, what's up?"

"Well, we have decided we're going to start our own band to counter-act that infernal noise," Vegeta shouted over the din.

"Cool!" Mirai replied. "Who going to be in it?"

"We… ah… haven't come to that yet."

"And how many people are going to be in this band?"

"Uh…"

"And what sort of music?"

"You see…"

"And what about a name?"

"Well…"

"You haven't got a clue, have you, dad?" Mirai asked.

"Well, I wouldn't say that," Vegeta said. "More sort of, haven't made all the finer decisions yet."

"The kid's got a point, sire," Turlus said. "How many of us are going to be in this band? And what else will we need?"

"Well, lets get the woman to do some research, and then we'll make the finalised thing, alright?"

"Or, we could just ask the kids," Goku said.

"Or we could just ask the brat…" Vegeta repeated. "What?!"

"Well, the music's off, and they're in the living room now," Goku replied.

"Alright, let's do that then." Vegeta turned and stormed off through the hole in the wall, kindly left in place Goku. One by one, the other Saiyans trooped after him, leaving Goku and Mirai to follow on behind, chatting.

Soon, all the Saiyans and one Demi-Saiyan from an alternate timeline were clustered around the trio of Trunks, Goten and Applor, who were crashed on the couch and flicking through the television channels. Goten looked up and grinned at his dad, uncle and cousin, who grinned back.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Well, we were wondering son," Goku asked. "How many people are there in a band?"

"Uh… I'm not sure. Do you know, Trunks?" Goten asked, turning to his friend beside him.

"Course I know, you dummy," said Trunks." It depends. There's anywhere from three band members to nine. Depends on which band you're talking about."

"Nine? In a single band?" Vegeta asked. "You sure?"

"Yeah dad, why?" Trunks asked, starting to become suspicious.

"Nothing, brat. Keep our nose outa my business."

"Or you'll what?" Trunks asked bravely.

"Brolli!" Vegeta shouted. Brolli moved forward and loomed over Vegeta, his muscles bulging all over him as his dark hair flowing down the back of his neck and over his shoulders.

"Yes?" the Legendary asked as the three boys cowered back in their sofa.

"I rest my case," Vegeta smirked.

** * ** * **

"You want me to do what?" Bulma asked on the phone. She waited for a moment, blinked, made several "uh-huh" noises, and then hung up, looking very puzzled. Chi-Chi pressed a little button on the side of her watch and peered at it.

"Well?" she asked, giving the watch a very scrutinising look.

"Vegeta asked me to get him some live rock videos, two electric guitars, one bass guitar, a large drum kit, emphasis on large, a microphone - plus stand, and the biggest amps I could get my hands on. Since I can get my hands on some very big things, I'll just get him the biggest set I can fit in the car."

"Six minute and twenty seconds." Chi-Chi replied.

"Damn, that means I owe you a fiver?"

"A tenner, lady! Don't get short on me, now. We had a bet! You said that the trouble would start five minutes after Goku left."

"Aw, come on, chi-Chi!" Bulma cried. "I was One minute out!"

"One minute could mean your life," Chi-Chi said simply. "Married to an egotistical fanatic warrior Saiyan, you should know that one by now." Bulma growled and fished n her purse for the money. It wasn't the fact that she had to give Chi-Chi the money – she was loaded! – it was the fact she hated loosing to her that really boiled her up inside.

** * ** * **

Vegeta hung up the phone and gave the thumbs up to the Goku, Mirai and the others.

"It worked then?" Turlus asked.

"You bet your sweet ass it did!" Vegeta said proudly, and punched the air. "This is it, we're on our way!"

"That's all great, dad. But what we gonna call ourselves?" Mirai asked.

"Well, when you were all leaning over Vegeta's shoulder, I had a look in the computer database," Tomatta said, perched against the wall doing vertical push-ups against the wall. "I found a name of a very popular band, and I think we should call ourselves Def Saiyan."

There was a brief silence as everybody digested the name, the silence, as usual, was broken by Vegeta.

"What… we're a Saiyan with a hearing problem?"

"I said def – that's Dee, Ee, Eff – Saiyan, not deaf Saiyan," Tomatta replied.

"What's the difference?" Goku asked, bewildered.

"The spelling?" Turlus replied.

"I can't believe this, Def Saiyan has been together not even a minute, and we're arguing over the name's spelling!" Mirai said, throwing his hands up into the air in despair.

"I've got it…" Vegeta said, a grin spreading across his face.

"Got what?" Goku asked.

"Herpes," Turlus said, nodding knowingly. "I overheard him phoning the doctor and asking him to send over a bottle of…"

"That's enough, you!" Vegeta said, slapping Turlus through the wall. "No, what I mean is that I have the name for our band!"

"And that is?" Mirai asked sceptically.

"Death Saiyan!" Vegeta aid proudly.

"Death as in… like… death?"

"Yes, Kakkarot! Death as in death. Not as in Death as in 'I can't hear 'cos I'm a baka weakling' or as in 'I can't spell because I'm Kakkarot'. Death as in pushing up the daisies, kicked the bucket, joined the great unknown, gone to other world, hob-knobbing with the kais, is no more. This is an ex-Saiyan!"

"You've been watching Monty Python again, haven't you?" Goku said.

"No," Vegeta denied.

"Yeah, right!" Turlus said, pulling himself through the wall. A quick blast of kai later, and he was back through the wall.

"Shut up, you," Vegeta said, retracting his hand. His expression changed from one of triumph to one of blankness. "Uh… what was I talking about?"

"Band names," Goku said.

"Ah yes, that's right," Vegeta said. "I think we should name ourselves Death Saiyan, because we're Saiyans, and that's what we do." Vegeta added for the hard of understanding. I.E., Goku, Brolli, Raditz and Nappa.

"But, I don't cause Death…" Goku said, scratching the back of his head.

"Kakarrot, you've killed people, haven't you? I seem to remember Turlus talking about you killing him…" Vegeta said.

"That wasn't me, it was the tree!" Goku explained. There was a pause, and then somebody sniggered.

"Turlus was beaten up by… a tree?" Brolli looked sideways at Turlus who, despite his Saiyan Conditioning, was turning bright red with embarrassment.

"It was a very powerful tree, alright?!" the Kakoclone (As Vegeta has nicknamed him) shouted.

"Right, okay. Next you'll be telling me that not-so-bald midget beat up your minions."

"They weren't top of the line minions…" Turlus began.

"He did!" Vegeta cried. "That baka human beat up your minions!"

"He had friends!" Turlus screamed.

"Did one of them have three eyes, and the other scars on his face?" Vegeta asked.

"Yeah…"

"AHAHAHAHA!" The Saiyan prince was beside himself. "Turlus, you're minions are the weakest punks I've ever herd of, and that includes Raditz!"

"Hey!"

"Sorry Raditz," Vegeta said, patting his old comrade on the back.

"Can we please get on with the band!" Turlus cried, waving his arms in the air. Everybody looked at him. "What?!"

"Dude, there's no need to shout!" Tomatta said, leaning against his wall, "we're not deaf."

Vegeta gave off a very large grin, and everybody leaned away. "No," he said. "We're Death!"

** * ** * **

"Here's those tapes you were after," Bulma said, closing the door. She dropped a carrier bag on the porch table, and looked about. "Vegeta, you home?"

"We're in the kitchen, woman!" Vegeta cried out.

"Kay…" Bulma said, confused. The last time one of the Saiyans had tried to use the oven, they had to buy a knew kit…

KABOOM!

"What have I told you about cooking?!" Bulma screamed, racing into what was recently the kitchen, and was now, technically, a mess.

"Uh… Always make sure the flame is big enough?" Goku guessed. Before any of them could say a word, Bulma had seized hold of a frying pan, which had miraculously survived the blast, and had smacked Goku across the side of the head with it.

"Wrong answer, buddy!"

"Heh, heh, heh. Kakkarot got whammed!" Vegeta chuckled.

"I told you guys never ever to cook in this house again, you hear me?" Bulma shrieked.

"Yes woman," Vegeta said half-heartedly.

"What were you guys doing in here, anyway?" Bulma asked, suspiciously.

"We were waiting for you to return with the things we asked for, and we got bored," Vegeta explained.

"Yeah, so we decided to cook," Mirai said. Bulma wheeled around, and saw her son from the future, and her demeanour changed suddenly.

"Trunks!" She squealed with joy, lunging forward and grabbing him around the shoulders and drawing him into a tight hug.

"Woman, I hope you know this technically counts as incest…" Vegeta said, and then cowered back as he received a death-glare from his mate that even made Brolli think twice about grinning.

"What brings you back here?" Bulma asked, returning her attention back to her son. Well, technically her son.

"I got bored, it's really slow in the Future. Some guy tried to take over the Earth the other month, but as soon as I blasted his friend, he backed down. In fact, he was so eager to go home, he forgot Super-weapon." Mirai said.

"Ooooh, a Super-weapon!" Goku said, excited. "What was it?"

"Uh… some sort of rodent, I think." Mirai said, then shrugged. "It was kinda cute, I asked mom if I could keep it, but she said no. She said I had too much on my hands as it is, y'know, juggling schoolwork and being the saviour of mankind."

"Sounds just like Chi-Chi with Gohan," Goku mused.

"Kakkarot?" Vegeta asked, looking at the taller Saiyan.

"Y'know, when he went through the whole Superhero stage, when he was at high school?" Goku reminded him.

"Ah yes, the time when he became an even bigger idiot than his father. Ah… they were the days. When you had the three stages of Goku the Fool. Then there was his son, Gohan; the Fool in a Suit, and then there was Goten, who I affectionately named…"

"Kakospawn; the Grinning Fool. Yes we know Vegeta," Goku said wearily. "So, Bulma, you gonna make us something to eat?"

"Yeah, I guess. What do you guys… HEY! You just blew up my kitchen, why should I make you dinner?" Bulma asked.

"Because we're cute and cuddly?" Goku asked, batting his eyelids.

"Hah, no way buster!" Bulma said, hefting the frying pan so that Goku whimpered ducked behind Tomatta.

"Anyway, have you got…" Vegeta looked conspiratorially from side to side, before moving closer to Bulma and whispering "…the stuff?"

"Huh?"

"Did you get that junk I asked for over the phone!"

"Oh, yeah. It's in the bag on the table in the hallway. Although why…"

"Thank-you!" Vegeta said and rushed off, followed by everybody in the room. Mirai closed the door behind him on his way out, which then swung on its single hinge before dropping to the floor with a very final clatter.

"I swear, one of these days I'll  really, really…" Bulma muttered to herself.

However, in the hallway, Vegeta had already picked up the bag and lead the march of Saiyans back into the Gravity Room.

"Right, this is it!" he said, flourishing the bag aloft like a trophy. "This is the beginning to out plans!"

"Where's the instruments, and the amps?" Raditz asked. Vegeta hesitated, then brought the bag down and opened it. At once, seven Saiyan heads tried to look in the bag at the same time.

"Quit shoving…"

"Let me in…"

"STOP PUSHING!"

"Let go of me you damn dirty ape!"

"Argh!"

"KAME-HAME…"

"DUCK!"

"Where?!"

Eventually, Vegeta managed to crawl away from the ensuing battle royal, and peered into the bag.

"Ah, here they are," he said. The fight in the background stopped and they all turned to see what was going on. Vegeta held up his fingers, and between them was a capsule. His thumb darted over the release button, and then tossed the small piece of plastic into the middle of the room and watched as it burst, revealing all the equipment they had asked for. Looking back into the bag, he brought out a handful of Vid-discs and handed them out randomly.

"You lot, watch these and watch how they play the instruments. Then come back here tomorrow night, and we'll, I dunno. Practice or something," Vegeta ordered.

"Right!" Everybody said. Each hand grabbed the disk handed to them, and everybody left quickly, except Vegeta and Mirai, because they lived there.

And so ended the first day of Death Saiyan.