Viper-Vegeta: Me Here! I know, I'm not being very faithful to you readers, am i? Well, my internet is going to be cut off soon, so this may be my only chance to begin another couple of stories. I will, I promise, finish the others, ones like The Creature and Lonely World. There is an ending, I promise, so please don't give up on me! I wantd to begin this story at least, though, so as a sort of treat I'm going to upload the first two chapters at once, so you have a bit of a taste of the story. Is that ok?
Chibi-Vegeta: As always, we must declare that we don't own DBZ, DBGT (which sucked), or anything along the lines of what Akira Toriyama has created. This is not ours (except for the plot!)
Viper-Vegeta: There are so many readers who have been faithful to me! TheChichiSlaughterHouse, for one, and LordOfThePies for another! I kind of dedicate this story to you two, because I wrote it when I was feeling really crappy, and you two, and your juicy, lemony stories pulled me out of my hole and got me going again! Thank-you!
This is most definitely a Seme!Goku / Uke!Vegeta fic, but there is a little Radditz/Vegeta action, soI hope that doesn't offend anyone. Please try and bear with me! This came out of nowhere when, as I said, I was feeling really crappy. I finished it within two days, so I promise that this won't be one of those fics that stops halfway through because the author has lost interest or motivation for the story! I will never post a story or part of a story unless there is a definite ending in sight, so don't worry about being disappointed! I will do my best never to disappoint you!
Chibi-Vegeta: Shuddap and let them read already, ok? Jeez...
Viper-Vegeta: Ok! Here you go! Please enjoy!
Chapter 1.
"Goku?"
"Here."
"Sharon?"
"Here."
"Markus?"
"Always, sir."
The role-call went as it did every morning in the ninth-year classroom. The teacher, Mr. Hammond, called the names in a monotone, and the students answered in an identical drone. However, today was no ordinary day, and Mr. Hammond stopped short when he realized there was one more name at the bottom of the list.
"Ve…uh…Vegai-"
"Vegeta." A boy with jet black, spiked hair stood in the doorway, his ebony eyes reflecting disdain at the situation as he looked around the room. He pronounced the 'j' sound forcefully, as though daring anyone to express amusement at the teacher's mistake, and his frown deepened slightly, then he looked at the teacher again. "Vegeta no Ouji."
"Thanks, Vegeta. You're new."
"I realized that." Vegeta remarked. "I would hate to have been living here for the last three years or so and only just realized it."
A couple of students snickered, but Vegeta's expression did not change.
"Vegeta, doesn't 'Ouji' translate to 'Prince'?" Someone called out. Mr. Hammond glanced towards the source, but Vegeta smirked.
"Aren't you bright. Yes, it does." He said.
"Well, Vegeta, why don't you come in here properly, and say a few things about yourself so we can get to know you?" Mr. Hammond asked. Vegeta blinked slowly, then moved away from the doorway and walked over to him. The first thing everyone noticed, considering that Mr. Hammond was only five-foot-four, was that Vegeta could have only been four-foot-nine in height. He was very short compared to the teacher, yet something about him appeared imposing and he carried an air of one with a high level of authority. He seemed bigger than Mr. Hammond, despite the difference in height.
"You want to know something about me?" Vegeta asked. It was a rhetorical question though, and he continued. "What is there to know? I've come here for an education, and that's about it." He shrugged.
"What kind of hobbies, or sports do you do?" Hammond asked.
"I've been practicing Martial Arts since I could walk, and I've won several titles for my skill. Does that count?" Vegeta asked sarcastically.
"What about something about your family?" Hammond persisted.
"I'm an orphan. My father was murdered in front of me when I was seven, and I've never known my mother. I live with an adoptive father and his son, on several hectares of land just outside the city." Vegeta droned. He rolled his eyes when Hammond smiled, noting that the rest of the class looked surprised.
"That's the sort of thing we like to know." Hammond said. "Does anyone have a question for Vegeta? Maybe you'd like some more detail on something he's said so far?"
"Yeah." A girl at the back of the class called. "What's with your name? Are you royalty or something?" She asked jokingly. Vegeta smirked though.
"Actually, I am. My full title is Prince Vegeta Fabia Draconis Siltheris Majest Stonen, and I'm the last in my line. However, I wasn't crowned before my father died, so I'm not the King. I don't expect to be treated like royalty and I don't want to be, in case anyone was getting smart ideas. The last person to bow to me was beaten senseless, but he had to be hospitalized before I'd finished warming up." He said in a flat tone.
"Why do you have four middle names?" Someone called out.
"Five, I don't have a last name." Vegeta shrugged. He looked around the room carefully, but for some reason the boy named Goku caught his attention. Goku obviously worked out, and Vegeta wondered whether he trained in martial arts. He was wearing a fighting gi. Could he be a sparring partner? He certainly seemed strong enough. Vegeta could sense his ki, and the boy was very strong.
Viper-Vegeta: Bit of a weird ending, huh? Not really a cliffie and not really a finish to a chapter, is it? Oh well, I'm sorry. Please at least read the next chapter before you decide that you don't like it, ok? That is, if you don't really think this will appeal to you...
(sigh) But there is a high point! Sort of. (cringe) Frieza will show up pretty soon, looking for our little Prince! I wonder what he's going to do to him? (well, duh, I already know. You don't, however, so asking is still fun!)
As always, PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! I love to hear from you, and any suggestions you might have may just alter the ending a little bit! Point out any plotholes and I'll fix them, I promise! THANK-YOU!