Dragonballs
In a Galaxy very, very, very, very, very far away, there is a ruthless race of
beings called Saiyajins. The fearless leader of this ruthless race has foolishly squandered
the priceless oxygen of his entire planet. Today is Princess Chichi's wedding day on the neighboring,
peace-loving planet Earth. Unbeknownst to the princess, but knownst to us, danger lurks in the stars above…..
If you can read this, you don't need glasses
"If only your mother was here to see this day." The Ox King sighed, two or three maids scurrying around him, straightening collars and flaring his daughter's vale.
The Royal Wedding of Princess Chichi was taking place, her hand in marriage being given to Prince Pilaf, the last single prince in the system (Pilaf was actually more of an emperor, but royalty was royalty when one was as desperate as the Ox King).
The Princess wasn't exactly happy about her Father's decision, yet she had no choice in the matter.
But making her father happy was all that mattered today.
"Ten minutes to magic time!" another butler chimed in a heavy British accent, too cheerily for Chichi's short-fused temper. Although ten minutes seemed long enough, it took at least five more minutes to get everything settled, straightening collars, dresses, and tightening the flowered bun in the princess' hair.
"Is everyone ready?" The Ox King stopped the passing second butler, his tone firm.
The servant nodded promptly, preparing to suggest a drink before the ceremony, but, "No! Where's my maid of honor?" Chichi stopped him.
Upsetting Princess Chichi wasn't on the top list of priorities, and the maid of honor was immediately summoned. Almost instantly, the maid of honor weaved his way through the outside crowd of Earthlings, giving them all smiles before turning back to his Princess.
"I apologize, Princess, I'm just so excited, I couldn't hold my grape juice!" He gave her another smile, ignored as always, and scooped her vale up, standing straight.
"Alright.." Ox King began, observing his minions, and smiling in approval as the organ began playing. "Let's go, all starting on the left foot!" he ordered, starting forward.
"Daddy…that's your right foot.."
"Just keep going!"
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The ship came to a slow halt in the edge of the Milky Way Galaxy, the impressively built green haired Saiyajin gazing into the stars with satisfaction.
"Colonel Brolly." An officer got up from his seat, stopping in front of his commanding officer with a salute. "You wanted me to let you know the moment Planet Earth was in sight, sir."
"So?"
"Planet Earth is in sight, sir."
Colonel Brolly smirked at his helmsman, nodding in approval. "You really are a Saiyajin. You know that, right?"
The Private nodded, grinning back.
Brolly sobered up, straightening. "Notify Lord Vegeta immediately - "
"I already did that, sir. He's on his way right now."
Colonel Brolly was about reply, when the voice of another officer stopped him. "Make way, for Lord Vegeta!"
He stiffened. "All rise in the presence of Lord Vegeta!"
The rows of officers and Privates stood in attention, replying in one voice, "Lord Vegeta!"
The metallic door parted, the short, caped, muscular form making his way over the carpet rolled out for him, taking his place next to Colonel Brolly, scowling at all the lower warriors equally.
"Lord Vegeta, we have Planet Earth in sight, sir." Brolly affirmed for the officer that had relayed the message to him.
Lord Vegeta blinked, a small smile curving the sides of his mouth. "Good job, Brolly. I'll call the President."
"I already did that, sir. President Scrube knows already." The helmsman said proudly.
Vegeta turned to him, glaring. "What? You went over my hair?"
The man's face fell, backing up. "Umm…no….well…sort of…not over…a little to the side –" the helmsman's eyes widened in terror. "No! Not that!"
Lord Vegeta frowned, powering a small ki sphere in his finger tips and lowering his arm as well as his eyes. "Yes. That."
He lowered his hand even more, letting the beam sear the other man's *ahem…well….you know where*
Brolly watched in horror as Vegeta nodded curtly, looking into the visual wall in the bow of the ship. "Well where is it? I don't see anything."
"We…we…don't have visual contact yet, sir, but we have it on our radar screen. Shall I activate it for you?" Brolly prompted from beside him, gesturing to the eastern wall.
"Nah, forget it, I'll do it myself." Lord Vegeta shooed Colonel Brolly away, walking over to the screen and scowling at it. "What is this? It doesn't look like a radar screen! What's all that churning and bubbling?"
Brolly pursed his lips and made his way over as well, punching a button on the side and lowering a cup to its spout. "Ah…we call it Mr. Coffee, Lord Vegeta. Care for some?"
Vegeta nodded, indignantly. "Of course. You know I like to drink my coffee while I watch the radar." He looked the soliders over. "Everybody knows that!"
The rows of Soliders bent their knees and crossed their hands over their crotches. "Yes we do, Sir!"
Vegeta narrowed his eyes and took the cup of coffee from Brolly. "Good. Now that I have my coffee, let's watch the radar. Colonal Brolly." Brolly punched in a few commands and stepped back as the machine marked 'Mr. Radar' displayed the screen.
* * * * End Chapter One