I will try to get each chapter at least 3 pages long. 2 1/2 at least. I own nothing.

Tarble sat on his bed staring at the dark blue wall. It was a cloudy evening at Capsule Corp, dark and quiet. He was throwing a small ball in the air and catching it. Trunks was playing with Goten in his room, Vegeta was training, Bulma was cooking something that was probably going to give them food poisoning, and Gure was helping her... Even worse. Tarble sat there, thinking about his life before he came here. Being chased by Abo and Cado, he didn't have many happy memories where he was relaxing in the sun on a hot Summer day. The young prince pondered what it would have been like if Planet Vegeta had not blown up. Would he still have met Gure and the Breif family? He thought not. Earth probably would be one of the planets exterminated by the Saiyans.

No, not by the Saiyans, by Freiza's wishes. He stopped throwing the ball and let out a small growl. Frieza. That name stabbed him like a pitchfork. The guy had destroyed there home, family, and friends just for the sake of staying on top. Gosh, Tarble had never been afraid of someone that much in his entire life! Except one. Thinking about that sent chills up his back, but his train of thought was lost when he heard a soft knock on his door.

"Uncle Tarble!" Called Trunks. "Time for supper!"

Tarble sighed and set the small rubber ball on the nightstand beside him. He opened the door to find a smiling Trunks and Goten. "Goten's dad, brother, and mom have come to eat with us!" Tarble smiled and ruffled his hair. "That fantastic. Shall we go join them?" The walked into the kitchen and everything smelled... wonderful? Tarble found that Chi Chi, who he had learned was Goku's wife, was helping the Bulma and Gure. 'Thank Kami.' He thought he had to eat something out of the trash can again. Sitting at the table, he noticed Vegeta wasn't there. "Hey Mrs. Briefs, where's Vegeta?" Tarble asked. Bulma turned and smiled. " Call me Bulma. The Prince of all Training is doing one of the things he does best." She then sighed and looked out the window. "Wish we could have at least ONE family dinner where he isn't complaining all the time. My cooking isn't that bad, is it Tarble?" Tarble sweat dropped. "It's great Mrs.- I mean Bulma." She smiled triumphantly and turned back to cooking. Goku walked in followed by Gohan. "Hey, what smells so good?" Goku asked, rubbing his stomach.

"Its my special Goku! Turnip and strawberry delight! I'm sure you'll love it!" Bulma smiled. "O-oh. Sounds great Bulma." He saw Chi Chi behind her, who took the pot that had Bulma's Turnip and Strawberry "delight" and threw it out the window, quickly replacing it with something different. Which must of been the food he was smelling. "So, Tarble, what have you been doing during the time you were in space?" Chi Chi asked. This was a very sudden question, which Tarble had been thinking about, but not ready to answer. "W-well, ya know. Abo and Cado-"

"Was there anything before Abo and Cado?"

"N-not anything I ca- can remember."

Chi Chi frowned. "Oh well. I thought you had some good stories to tell the boys." Trunks and Goten were smelling the food and trying to steal a cookie from the plates. Tarble got the message. "Well, I can remember some, but they might be to action packed for them." Trunks and Goten turned and frowned. "We wanna hear! Nothing can have to much action for us! We breath and live action!" Trunks said and rushed over to Tarble. "Yeah! We can take it!" Goten added. The black haired woman smirked to Tarble, and he returned it with a smile. "Alright, but don't say I didn't warn ya!" They ran into the living room, leaving Chi Chi, Bulma, Gure, Goku, and Gohan in the kitchen. "Nice strategy." Bulma complimented. Chi Chi smiled and nodded. "Practice makes perfect."

The young boys sat down on the floor, despite the couch was right behind them. They preferred to sit where it seemed more fitting. Besides, the floor is the best place to act out stories. "Dad never tells me about his past or if he had any adventures. He's so boring!" Trunks threw his hands in the air and Goten giggled. 'He has a right to be silent.' Tarble thought. "My dad tells me about his life every time I ask. This one time he-"

"Hey, are you the one telling this story or is Uncle Tarble gonna tell one, Goten?!" Trunks hit his friends playfully and Goten shut up. Tarble smiled and laughed. "Let me tell you one of the best..."

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