'Nothing will stop Frieza and Kakarott from fighting, that is, until Namek explodes and they both go off in a bang. Meanwhile I should become even stronger since I was revived from the dead. And with Frieza and Kakarott out of the picture I will be the most powerful fighter in all of the universe. I must admit, this was unexpected, but that doesn't mean I won't enjoy it.'-Vegeta, Frieza Saga.
I don't need a disclaimer. You should already know the people here don't own anything.
Given
Even from that moment, that very first moment, Gohan knew that things were going to be different. The wat the oh-so-mighty Prince of Saiyans stood before them, laughing cruelly. His father was still fighting Frieza on the planet Namek, which was due for its 'Doc, I think I'm about to explode and moment now' appointment. Things were not good.
And as Gohan stared at Vegeta, with his fists clenched, he saw the Prince's eyes flicker at Bulma.
She must have noticed, because she gripped on Gohan's shoulders harder, trying to keep herself hidden. She didn't want to get hurt.
Now he was going on about how they were the last Saiyans left. "I should test my new strength."
Bulma screeched at the thought of a fight and ran away somewhere.
Gohan forced himself into a fighting stance, sure that he would never be able to ever beat Vegeta.
Remembering, now, it had gone horribly. Piccolo had tried to step in, but Vegeta wouldn't allow it. Gohan had a broken arm and a badly bruised hip by the end of it, fallen on the ground before his Prince, coughing up blood. Beaten.
"You digust me," Vegeta spat,"I had thought the Son of Kakarott would have tried to lose more honourably. Now, you'll all just have to start digging your own graves." He raised an arm to perform a finishing move.
But something stopped Vegeta. Two eyes, full of emotion, pleading. Pleading for life.
"Bah. I will give you 20 days to live. Train hard, brat, and maybe we'll have a decent fight then."
Two blue eyes...
*
In those 20 days they discovered Goku had perished along with Frieza and the planet Namek. Gohan and Bulma had reunited with thier families, Chichi in despair about the loss of her husband.They stuck together, hiding out at Capsule Corp.
Chichi would not let him fight.
"Absolutely not! I won't let my son be a horrible brute, fighting all the time!" and she continued on, about how he must comeplete his studies. But her eyes said 'I can't let you die...'
Piccolo had gone to Vegeta in Gohan's place, finding himself against a much stronger opponent. There wasn't any way he could have won. Dende managed to heal him just in time.
"Remember, now" Vegeta had said in that same pure evil tone, "anyone who does not obey my rule will find themselves dead. I shall be King, as I was destinied to rule on Vegetasei. If you decide you can ever beat me, I will be waiting..."
Many people had died, opposing the new king of the Earth, but Vegeta always reamained alone in his work, probably seeing all other forms of life too far 'below him'. He had servants, of course, but they too were often prone to his bouts of anger. The streets, which had once been overpopulated, now only had the survivors of Vegeta's wrath, with people only wondering if they would be next.
Bulma had taken it upon herself, in the 5th year of Vegeta's reign, to assemble a group of warriors that might one day buld up and rise agains the King. High hopes.
Gohan, now 11 years old, had joined the Rebel fighters (know as the Tribe of Rebels), despite Chichi's dismay. They had underground meetings, planned future attacks and tried to help those who had been victims. The attacks were not quite as frequent, and Gohan was wondering if Vegeta was getting bored. Or perhaps the King had already journeyed to conquer some other planet. In the Tribe of Rebels, however, Gohan met a wonderful young girl with her own fighting potential.
Videl.
They became the best of friends, and their friendship turned into love after Videl's 22nd birthday.
By that time, of course, the Nameks had been wished elsewhere, but Piccolo decided to remian behind. He 'still had duties' he claimed. Now the dragonballs were never used, for fear that Vegeta would collect them before anyone else. Then he would be able to make any wish he wanted.
So Gohan and Videl had themselves the smallest of weddings, and when they were 25, their first child was born.
Destinied to change the future for all humans, it was said. The son of the greatest human warriors alive (Gohan never revealing to other members of the Tribe that he too, like Vegeta, was Saiyan). But they didn't have a son, they had a girl. A wonderful, bright, happy, healthy girl. Nothing more he could have asked for.
But - safety. Sometimes Gohan thought that he was the only reason Vegeta hung around, to kill Kakarott's spawn. But he must like ruling his own planet and its people. For now, Bulma, Chichi, Videl, Cohan and the rest of the Tribe avoided all contact with Vegeta. It was too dangerous to get in the way.
"Gohan? Have you seen Pan anywhere? Dinner's just about ready, and Chichi said she'd be down shortly."
Gohan turned from his gaze out the window and to his wife. Still young, she had dark lines around her eyes, and she was more tired than she used to be. Having a three-year-old demi-saiyan running around, dealing with the atrocity of a certain mother-in-law and trying to take time to help with the Tribe of Rebels (ToR from now on) -that was Videl's life at the moment.
A dishcloth was tied at her waist, and she looked exhausted, but Gohan admired her so much. He thought she was just beautiful. He kissed Videl on the nose, saying-
"I'll go find her."
*
Vegeta yawned and stretched his arms. The meal had been good, now he felt like blowing something up. He was glad that nothing could ever kill him, at least from this planet, and he was possibly the strongest in the universe. But that didn't stop his hunger for power. With immortality, he would be able to do whatever he wished. But those human fools had hidden the dragon balls with them, wherever they were.
If only he had his scouter. Yes, the next thing to do would be to try and find a dragon ball locating device. Vegeta flew on a bit further, spotting a house in the clearing of a forest.
'Why hello there...'
Hopefully there would be somebody in the house he could terrorize.
Walking leisurely through the forest now, Vegeta was glad that he 'owned' this planet and its people. While they weren't that strong, some of them had quite a bit of brain power.
And hopefully no one would decide to make ki dampeners - but then he realised, if anyone tried to come even CLOSE to their King, they'd find themeselves a pile of ashes. Smirking at his evil thoughts, he came closer to the clearing.
Wait! What was that...Vegeta's keen senses picked up some movement, He concentrated for a moment. Either this person had no ki power at all, or they were doing very well to disguise it...
Where was the...Ah! A child's giggle. A tiny girl walked out into the clearing, the moolight covering her face. She giggled again, toddling right up to Vegeta, but falling down.
"Oooomph. Aww! Oopsies!"
Vegeta squinted at the little creature, who was tumbling over herself, now trying to sit up again.
"Dere. Ohhh? Who are you?" The child asked, pressing Vegeta's leg and looking up at him. He had his arms crossed, and he was scrutinizing her. His smouldering coal eyes met hers - the same colour, black.
She seemed in awe of him, but tugged on his spandex pants all the same.
"Who are you? Are you lost? Are you lost?"
She seemed so innocent. Vegeta squatted down, so he was level with her, face to face. What was with this-
"Ahh!! The King!"
Vegeta shot straight up, forgetting the little girl. He saw a female figure, paralysed at the sight of her murderous Master.
Vegeta sighed. This must be a resident of the house.
"Mama!" There was a boy of about 9 beside her, wearing scruffy clothes and carrying some chopped wood.
"Did you see the way he and that little girl-"
"Run - Philip! Don't let him catch you!" The mother and son of the little house in the middle of the clearing ran as fast as they possibly could. Vegeta watched them go. He would be able to catch up with them in an istant. Another boring part of his life - no challenge. He was glad that Frieza and Kakarottt were gone, true, but there were absolutely no worthy opponents on this planet. (A/N if only he knew *smug smile)
Where had that girl gone? He glanced up around the clearing. She was buring herself in the pile of wood the boy had dropped. How quaint. All he had to do was send a tiny ki blast into the pile of wood and it would erupt, the child no more. But as he raised his hand to perform the task, the girl peered out at him.
"Ooof. Are you still lost?" Her eyes penetrated right into his.
Vegeta stiffened.
"Ah!" he heard a roar from the far side of the clearing. A young woman rushed out over to the little girl and plucked her from the wood heap, cooing gently. Then she turned to look directly at Vegeta, trying to make the impression she was completely unafraid.
Vegeta sensed a tremendous power enter. No where near his own, of course, but above what he normally 'had to deal with;.
'Ahhh.' Vegeta thought to himself. 'The protective parents.'
He remained in his typical stance, with a smirk in its place.
"You challenge me?"
The young man raised an eyebrow at his King.
"I would prefer not to battle tonight. It's getting rather chilly."
The woman, the mother of that tiny child narrowed her eyes at him. Vegeta glared back at her. (Ha. If only looks COULD kill. I'd be staring right now.)
"Do you remember my father? He was a very honourable man."
Vegeta laughed cruelly.
"One I have recently killed?" He asked.
"No. He died...a few years back. His blood is in my veins...and the blood of his forefathers. Remember that."
Vegeta scowled, and then they took off in the air, leaving their King in that clearing. The little girl gave him one last look.
Vegeta pondered what the man had said.
'His father's blood Running through jis veins? What? Shouldn't that be....'
He decided to do his thinking later, and went to look for that boy and his mother that owned the house in the clearing. Perhaps they would enjoy a friendly visit tonight.
Vegeta had one, flashing image of that little girl, before he decided to forget all that had happened.
He only realised it later:
she had a tail.
*****
Remeber, I'm out for helpful crtism, and I'm willing to rewrite stuff here to make it better or easier to understand. Tell me what you seriously think. But if you are going to flame (and I have my powerful fire extinguisher in handy), please don't just write 'this sucks' Give me a deep, detailed explanation of why you hate it so much. That way I can get better ^_^
I don't need a disclaimer. You should already know the people here don't own anything.
Given
Even from that moment, that very first moment, Gohan knew that things were going to be different. The wat the oh-so-mighty Prince of Saiyans stood before them, laughing cruelly. His father was still fighting Frieza on the planet Namek, which was due for its 'Doc, I think I'm about to explode and moment now' appointment. Things were not good.
And as Gohan stared at Vegeta, with his fists clenched, he saw the Prince's eyes flicker at Bulma.
She must have noticed, because she gripped on Gohan's shoulders harder, trying to keep herself hidden. She didn't want to get hurt.
Now he was going on about how they were the last Saiyans left. "I should test my new strength."
Bulma screeched at the thought of a fight and ran away somewhere.
Gohan forced himself into a fighting stance, sure that he would never be able to ever beat Vegeta.
Remembering, now, it had gone horribly. Piccolo had tried to step in, but Vegeta wouldn't allow it. Gohan had a broken arm and a badly bruised hip by the end of it, fallen on the ground before his Prince, coughing up blood. Beaten.
"You digust me," Vegeta spat,"I had thought the Son of Kakarott would have tried to lose more honourably. Now, you'll all just have to start digging your own graves." He raised an arm to perform a finishing move.
But something stopped Vegeta. Two eyes, full of emotion, pleading. Pleading for life.
"Bah. I will give you 20 days to live. Train hard, brat, and maybe we'll have a decent fight then."
Two blue eyes...
*
In those 20 days they discovered Goku had perished along with Frieza and the planet Namek. Gohan and Bulma had reunited with thier families, Chichi in despair about the loss of her husband.They stuck together, hiding out at Capsule Corp.
Chichi would not let him fight.
"Absolutely not! I won't let my son be a horrible brute, fighting all the time!" and she continued on, about how he must comeplete his studies. But her eyes said 'I can't let you die...'
Piccolo had gone to Vegeta in Gohan's place, finding himself against a much stronger opponent. There wasn't any way he could have won. Dende managed to heal him just in time.
"Remember, now" Vegeta had said in that same pure evil tone, "anyone who does not obey my rule will find themselves dead. I shall be King, as I was destinied to rule on Vegetasei. If you decide you can ever beat me, I will be waiting..."
Many people had died, opposing the new king of the Earth, but Vegeta always reamained alone in his work, probably seeing all other forms of life too far 'below him'. He had servants, of course, but they too were often prone to his bouts of anger. The streets, which had once been overpopulated, now only had the survivors of Vegeta's wrath, with people only wondering if they would be next.
Bulma had taken it upon herself, in the 5th year of Vegeta's reign, to assemble a group of warriors that might one day buld up and rise agains the King. High hopes.
Gohan, now 11 years old, had joined the Rebel fighters (know as the Tribe of Rebels), despite Chichi's dismay. They had underground meetings, planned future attacks and tried to help those who had been victims. The attacks were not quite as frequent, and Gohan was wondering if Vegeta was getting bored. Or perhaps the King had already journeyed to conquer some other planet. In the Tribe of Rebels, however, Gohan met a wonderful young girl with her own fighting potential.
Videl.
They became the best of friends, and their friendship turned into love after Videl's 22nd birthday.
By that time, of course, the Nameks had been wished elsewhere, but Piccolo decided to remian behind. He 'still had duties' he claimed. Now the dragonballs were never used, for fear that Vegeta would collect them before anyone else. Then he would be able to make any wish he wanted.
So Gohan and Videl had themselves the smallest of weddings, and when they were 25, their first child was born.
Destinied to change the future for all humans, it was said. The son of the greatest human warriors alive (Gohan never revealing to other members of the Tribe that he too, like Vegeta, was Saiyan). But they didn't have a son, they had a girl. A wonderful, bright, happy, healthy girl. Nothing more he could have asked for.
But - safety. Sometimes Gohan thought that he was the only reason Vegeta hung around, to kill Kakarott's spawn. But he must like ruling his own planet and its people. For now, Bulma, Chichi, Videl, Cohan and the rest of the Tribe avoided all contact with Vegeta. It was too dangerous to get in the way.
"Gohan? Have you seen Pan anywhere? Dinner's just about ready, and Chichi said she'd be down shortly."
Gohan turned from his gaze out the window and to his wife. Still young, she had dark lines around her eyes, and she was more tired than she used to be. Having a three-year-old demi-saiyan running around, dealing with the atrocity of a certain mother-in-law and trying to take time to help with the Tribe of Rebels (ToR from now on) -that was Videl's life at the moment.
A dishcloth was tied at her waist, and she looked exhausted, but Gohan admired her so much. He thought she was just beautiful. He kissed Videl on the nose, saying-
"I'll go find her."
*
Vegeta yawned and stretched his arms. The meal had been good, now he felt like blowing something up. He was glad that nothing could ever kill him, at least from this planet, and he was possibly the strongest in the universe. But that didn't stop his hunger for power. With immortality, he would be able to do whatever he wished. But those human fools had hidden the dragon balls with them, wherever they were.
If only he had his scouter. Yes, the next thing to do would be to try and find a dragon ball locating device. Vegeta flew on a bit further, spotting a house in the clearing of a forest.
'Why hello there...'
Hopefully there would be somebody in the house he could terrorize.
Walking leisurely through the forest now, Vegeta was glad that he 'owned' this planet and its people. While they weren't that strong, some of them had quite a bit of brain power.
And hopefully no one would decide to make ki dampeners - but then he realised, if anyone tried to come even CLOSE to their King, they'd find themeselves a pile of ashes. Smirking at his evil thoughts, he came closer to the clearing.
Wait! What was that...Vegeta's keen senses picked up some movement, He concentrated for a moment. Either this person had no ki power at all, or they were doing very well to disguise it...
Where was the...Ah! A child's giggle. A tiny girl walked out into the clearing, the moolight covering her face. She giggled again, toddling right up to Vegeta, but falling down.
"Oooomph. Aww! Oopsies!"
Vegeta squinted at the little creature, who was tumbling over herself, now trying to sit up again.
"Dere. Ohhh? Who are you?" The child asked, pressing Vegeta's leg and looking up at him. He had his arms crossed, and he was scrutinizing her. His smouldering coal eyes met hers - the same colour, black.
She seemed in awe of him, but tugged on his spandex pants all the same.
"Who are you? Are you lost? Are you lost?"
She seemed so innocent. Vegeta squatted down, so he was level with her, face to face. What was with this-
"Ahh!! The King!"
Vegeta shot straight up, forgetting the little girl. He saw a female figure, paralysed at the sight of her murderous Master.
Vegeta sighed. This must be a resident of the house.
"Mama!" There was a boy of about 9 beside her, wearing scruffy clothes and carrying some chopped wood.
"Did you see the way he and that little girl-"
"Run - Philip! Don't let him catch you!" The mother and son of the little house in the middle of the clearing ran as fast as they possibly could. Vegeta watched them go. He would be able to catch up with them in an istant. Another boring part of his life - no challenge. He was glad that Frieza and Kakarottt were gone, true, but there were absolutely no worthy opponents on this planet. (A/N if only he knew *smug smile)
Where had that girl gone? He glanced up around the clearing. She was buring herself in the pile of wood the boy had dropped. How quaint. All he had to do was send a tiny ki blast into the pile of wood and it would erupt, the child no more. But as he raised his hand to perform the task, the girl peered out at him.
"Ooof. Are you still lost?" Her eyes penetrated right into his.
Vegeta stiffened.
"Ah!" he heard a roar from the far side of the clearing. A young woman rushed out over to the little girl and plucked her from the wood heap, cooing gently. Then she turned to look directly at Vegeta, trying to make the impression she was completely unafraid.
Vegeta sensed a tremendous power enter. No where near his own, of course, but above what he normally 'had to deal with;.
'Ahhh.' Vegeta thought to himself. 'The protective parents.'
He remained in his typical stance, with a smirk in its place.
"You challenge me?"
The young man raised an eyebrow at his King.
"I would prefer not to battle tonight. It's getting rather chilly."
The woman, the mother of that tiny child narrowed her eyes at him. Vegeta glared back at her. (Ha. If only looks COULD kill. I'd be staring right now.)
"Do you remember my father? He was a very honourable man."
Vegeta laughed cruelly.
"One I have recently killed?" He asked.
"No. He died...a few years back. His blood is in my veins...and the blood of his forefathers. Remember that."
Vegeta scowled, and then they took off in the air, leaving their King in that clearing. The little girl gave him one last look.
Vegeta pondered what the man had said.
'His father's blood Running through jis veins? What? Shouldn't that be....'
He decided to do his thinking later, and went to look for that boy and his mother that owned the house in the clearing. Perhaps they would enjoy a friendly visit tonight.
Vegeta had one, flashing image of that little girl, before he decided to forget all that had happened.
He only realised it later:
she had a tail.
*****
Remeber, I'm out for helpful crtism, and I'm willing to rewrite stuff here to make it better or easier to understand. Tell me what you seriously think. But if you are going to flame (and I have my powerful fire extinguisher in handy), please don't just write 'this sucks' Give me a deep, detailed explanation of why you hate it so much. That way I can get better ^_^