Well, with my success with "I am the Prince of the Saiyans" (which is now finished), I thought I'd put up the first DBZ fic. I ever wrote, the first my my stupid-and-extremely-random fics. for DBZ.
I don't own any part of DragonBall Z. Nor do I own Guitar Hero, "Miss Murder", "Paint it Black", "Through the Fire and Flames", "My Name is Jonas", or Dance Dance Revolution.
Huh... yeah.
So... yeah. I'm done now. Here's "Vegeta, Meet Guitar Hero"! Read and review. Thanks. Watch out for the sequel, "Vegeta, Meet the DDR Champ", coming soon.
It had been a while since there was anything to do. There weren't any evil aliens out to collect the Dragonballs or to destroy the universe... and Vegeta didn't have a job, either. Well, since it was summer he was supposed to be watching Trunks, but his idea of watching Trunks was doing something else in another room and sending a ki blast in his son's direction if he got too loud or too annoying.
So, in short, Vegeta was bored. He would never admit that, being the stuck-up Saiyan Prince he is, but he was bored all the same.
Trunks and Goten, for the moment, had gone outside, so the house was quiet. Vegeta finished his ten-thousandth push-up and got up to get something to eat. On his way to the kitchen, he passed the room that Goten and Trunks had last been in. They had been playing video games, and they hadn't turned it off when they left. And the TV screen said in huge letters:
Guitar Hero.
For some reason, Vegeta found himself curious. He walked over to the TV and picked up the plastic guitar. After half an hour, he had successfully completed the tutorials and had moved onto career mode.
He was trying to play Miss Murder, and was about to fail, when something broke his concentration and he did fail.
"Hey, Trunks, look! Your dad's playing Guitar Hero!"
Goten and Trunks came into the room, to find Vegeta silently fuming at the failed screen. He had finished 58 percent of the song on easy.
"Hey, Dad, can I play you?"
Here was his chance to atone for his failing. "Sure," Vegeta answered with his trademark sneer, "as long as you don't cry when I school you."
So Vegeta and Trunks faced off. They played Paint it Black, Vegeta on easy, and Trunks on expert. Trunks was the victor by a long shot.
"Let me play!" Goten demanded. "Let me play your dad, Trunks!"
Surely I'll be able to beat Kakkarot's brat, Vegeta thought, smiling his evil, creepy smile.
But then Goku walked by. "Oh, hey, what's going on?" he asked.
"We're playing Guitar Hero!" Trunks told him.
"You should totally play Vegeta, Dad!" Goten added.
"Oh, sure, I'll play. Vegeta, you want me to?"
I don't think Kakkarot's ever played this infernal thing in his life. He smiled. "Sure, Kakkarot. Why not?"
So Vegeta and Goku played Through the Fire and Flames. Both of them were on easy, so they chose pro face-off rather than just face-off. At the end of the song, when the percentages came up, Vegeta had gotten 67 percent of the notes.
"Well, what do you know?" Goku asked with a laugh.
The Saiyan Prince growled under his breath when he saw his opponent's score.
"Wow, Dad! You 100-percented the song!"
And then Goku left, since he had come here looking for Bulma. Their washing machine had broken.
"Can I play?" Goten asked again now.
Surely I'll be able to beat Kakkarot's brat, Vegeta thought again. He was desperate now, and panting heavily, as though he was fighting a tough battle rather than losing at Guitar Hero. My son has inherited his skills from me, and Kakkarot's always beat me in everything since the day we met.
But he was wrong. The two of them faced-off on the song My Name is Jonas, Vegeta on easy, and Goten on expert.
Goten beat Vegeta by even more than Trunks had.
"That's it!" Vegeta screamed, throwing the guitar through the screen. Smoke and sparks started coming from the TV. "That is it! I'll show you! I'll show you all!" Then he stormed out of the house.
Goten and Trunks were cowering in the corner, hugging each other tightly. "Gee, Trunks, I don't think I've ever seen your dad that mad!"
So Vegeta went to train. He trained for days and days and days. Finally, he returned.
"You may be better than me at Guitar Hero," he stated, "but let's see how well you fare against me at a game of my own choosing!"
And behind him on the front lawn stood a massive machine that looked something like an antique arcade game.
Dance Dance Revolution.
- Kuramastrass -