Authors Note: This little idea has been stewing in my head for the past two weeks and the general idea has been in my mind for the past two or three years and now here it is in writing for one chapter. I try to stay extremely canon and in character.
Also please note, this is my first DBZ fanfiction that I actually tried on and my first one on this site. Contains an OC or two. Please enjoy!
It wasn't a bad day for once in this dreadful and seemingly everlasting winter, Vegeta had decided. He sighed and glared at the rest of the Z-fighters and their kids and families who had gathered for the 10th anniversary of the destruction of Boo.
Well, the other Boo anyway, the harmless one and that insufferable wrestler couldn't make it to this reunion after being mauled my his own grand daughter during last weeks' "Tenkai Ichi Budokai" during the last round.
To be frank, Vegeta would rather be cooped up in his Gravity Room or on another planet altogether training and working his absolute brains out to drown out the sappiness...
However, he decided to stay and put up with it on this fateful day. To his far right also leaning against a wall and glaring in a bored fashion was the less malicious and more confused Piccolo.
He was more accustomed to this type of human social interaction, and for one wasn't totally against socialising given there were actually a few people worth talking too, but for the moment being, Gohan and Goku were at the hapless mercy of their oddly 'Saiyan' wives who kept dragging them around.
"I wonder why it is that such fierce fighters are weakened to such wimps with a simple call, or in more cases threat, of their female companion." He muttered to himself.
His eyes slid to the left where a few metres away Vegeta stood mimicking his bitter and aloof wallflower position.
"Even 'The Prince of all Saiyans' is clearly at his knees for the scientist...of course he's too proud to show it though... Heh..." He smirked and then looked away again.
In the liveliness of the party sat a bewildered and confused Gohan. He was finally dismissed by his wife, Videl, who suddenly found baby talking with Bulma to be more interesting than the petty argument-turned wrestling championship that had occurred two hours prior to this occasion.
It had all started when they slept in and realised they would be late to the function by four hours, and they, namely Gohan, had completely forgotten to pay off their electricity bill therefore forcing Videl to have to call on her fathers fortune to pay for the 50 bedroom mansion's expenses.
Then they, namely Gohan, forgot their daughter, Pan, who was at school still. Just as they arrived at the Capsule Corp Function Center they had to turn around to pick her up just to find out she'd gotten impatient and flew to the place an hour previous to their search for her.
Yes, Gohan was definitely in trouble, but for now his recently pregnant wife was making the most of her unusually feminine side with Bulma, and he was safe to just try and rest for a second.
Next to him, Trunks and Goten were seemingly engaged in some sort of mental fighting tournament, or image training like Krillin and Gonan used to do when he was little.
Trunks crunched his eyebrows down further than they were already permanently stuck and his lips curled up in an involuntary sneer, his eyes shut tightly with focus.
Goten chuckled to himself, smirking. In their minds he had narrowly dodged Trunks as he attempted his father's signature move, and then teleported behind him delivering a chi-filled kick to his lower back.
Goten had long since become bored with serious image training and was cheating with low stunts and it was with a mental kick in the backside that Trunks involuntarily opened his eyes and flipped the table they were sitting at growling loudly.
Everyone gasped and stared as the previously dead silent duo stared at each other, one glaring with the fires of hell burning in his eyes, the other looking like a recently kicked puppy.
Vegeta perked up slightly in curiosity. His son didn't throw tantrums for no reason usually, particularly at eighteen years of age.
"That... Was... CHEATING YOU COWARD!" He delivered a very reminiscent-of-Bulma kick to the groin before storming off and pulling him over to the empty field nearby by the wrist.
All of the Z-fighters were used to such scenes though and quickly got over their friends' outburst, some daring to make jokes about the manner in which the life long friends sometimes acted like a bitter married couple.
Vegeta scoffed at the idea and commented to his ridiculous wife;
"Say that again and I'll disown you. My son does not 'make a cute couple' with another male, and if he is like that then so help him, whatever deity that even can."
He then shut his eyes and tuned out the rest of the world.
Bulma stuck her tongue out at him childishly and then continued talking with her friends, ChiChi and Videl.
"So, Videl my sweetie, what are you going to name this one? The doctors said it would be a boy right?" ChiChi asked excitedly. She had always feared when she was younger, the day she would have to eventually find herself being called a grandmother, but now that she was che realised it was one of the best things that ever happened to her.
Bulma hadn't had the honour of being granted that status yet, and feared it may never happen.
"Yeah, it's a boy alright, I can tell by the way it kicks!" She complained, placing her hands on her growing belly.
"Oh! I swear, if this kid gives me any internal bleeding I'm gonna make sure ... Well... Anyway..." She held off on that last bit knowing how protective of her son ChiChi was.
They continued chatting and everyone had already forgotten about the two rough saiyans from earlier.
Trunks stood firmly after taking an unexpected blow to the left arm from behind, not even two minutes after a physical victory against Goten.
Goten burst into laughter and Trunks's right nostril flared, his upper lip twitching a little. He hated getting blows from behind as he thought it was cowardly.
He kept his cool though, knowing his best friend could be a little unbearable at times, especially since he never took anything seriously.
"Sigh... Just like his brother and his father... They're all idiots." He thought resentfully for a minute before suddenly realising how much like his father he sounded.
"What the- where did THAT comment come from?! Ugh... I should stop training with the old man, his bitterness is rubbing off on me." He thought.
"Aw, come on Trunks, I'm just messing around you know!" Goten said getting up from the ground and throwing an arm behind his head nervously.
Trunks smirked and then replied; "you're always just messing around, Goten. Sigh. Well we may as well head back before our dads eat all the food."
Goten grinned and then nodded. They were many, many kilometres away from the party but that was no issue for them.
They waited a while to catch their breath before taking lift off, but were interrupted when something behind them sudden crashed and shook the earth.
They whipped around to see a huge flat and smoking crater, defacing and scarring the surface of the planet, and in the middle was a strange, and old looking battered sphere.
They looked at each other, and then back at the pod. They nodded and both silently agreed that they would go and investigate it.
It had been many a year since the last time one of these spheres had so violently shaken the earth, and little did Goten, or even more, Trunks, know that it was in one of these spheres his father had once come.
...Inside the Spacepod...
After what felt like a smooth landing, well, as smooth a landing as one of these crappy spaceships could make, Aspara grunted and then shaking off the shock in her limbs from the impact. Despite the almost perfect system designed to protect ones body from the impact and atmosphere, it still stung a little.
She opened her eyes and glared out the tiny round window of her means of transport and sighed heavily. Pressing the release door button she gingerly got up and got out.
On the edge of the enormous crater, although more wide than it was deep, Trunks and Goten took a step back and instantly put on their guard as a figure emerged from the other side.
It wasn't too tall looking and it wore strange clothes, befitting of an alien to say the least, and it had dark blue-black hair that was tossed in all weird directions in some kind of spider like fashion, and its overall figure seemed very...
"Wow... Alien chicks are hot!" Goten blurted under his breath when they got a glimpse of her from the side. Trunks blushed and the smacked the back of his friends head for thinking of such a thing at a time like this.
"Shut up, you moron! She might notice us!" He hollered in a whisper.
"Who might notice you?" A third voice purred.
They froze for a second before turning to face the alien.
"Heh... So, the life on this planet is still alive. Pathetic if you ask me." She smiled a small smile.
Trunks and Goten looked to one another and then back at her, this time with more seriousness.
"Okay, look lady, I dunno what you are but you sure as hell will be sorry if you even BOTHER messing with this planet!" Trunks began
"Yeah, we feel sorry for you. We don't hold back even if you are a real babe...oops.. I mean..." Trunks knocked out Goten with his fist alone. He must've been drunk or something.. Goten never acted like this...
The woman scoffed and then glared at the unconscious figure of Goten and then glared unimpressed at Trunks.
She grinned, "taking out your comrade? Oh what a bright idea! Knock him out so he won't feel the pain of death." She lodged her metal plated boot into his groin, similarly to how Trunks had earlier...
"Goten, be thankful GOHAN has already continued the Son family..."
"And as for you, pretty boy..." She grabbed his neck while he was distracted and then squeezed
"I'll make it fast for you." She laughed, but not before the initial shock of being strangled wore off and Trunks wrenched her death grip off his neck and then flew up delivering an easy kick to her abdomen sending her flying back.
Aspara, the alien woman, couldn't even scream at the shock of being countered so quickly, and not only that but if THAT was any indication... The human race had been severely under estimated.
She finally stopped flying back when she felt herself smack straight into a mountain side and screamed at last when the natural structure shook, throwing rocks and boulders all around her.
She glared around trying to spot the little rat that had done her this much damage out of nowhere. She wouldn't go easy on him now, and he had himself to blame for the torment she intended to inflict on him.
"How dares a filthy creature like yourself, to challenge me! What do you take me for? Some weak damsel? Well I'll just have to show you how you should REALLY treat a woman of my status!" She hollered, ready to not hold back.
"Is that so? Because last I checked, ladies don't strangle complete strangers," Trunks's voice echoed.
He was around there somewhere, she knew it, but her scooter had broken years and years ago and it was no use trying to look for one individual person in this huge empty field.
She would kill him later when she had taken out all the humans, and located the one she was searching for.
"Where are you... Vegeta..." She whispered. She zoomed off and scoured the field from another angle...
"If you even exist..." She added.
Trunks meanwhile was closely tailing her. She didn't appear to be able to detect chi, but he suppressed it anyway.
He stopped mid flight when he saw her come to a halt. She was looking for something. Maybe, someone. Could she have comrades here already? Were there more still to come?
He had so many questions, but he couldn't very well just ask her. She intended harm to the Earth, but it seemed that was not her first priority.
He'd have to take her alive for questioning.
Judging from what he could feel of her chi, and then checking his wristwatch, which he had built himself to also detect things like the temperature and the power level of an opponent.
"Hmm... 803... My god that's weak, unless she's also suppressing it. Never mind, if that's the case I can still immobilise her to take her back." He whispered.
He looked back to her and then took off when she did. Confident that he was in no real danger, he dealt a good few blasts to her legs and back and then quickly accelerated to catch and grab her from behind.
She screamed and wriggled and fought in protest but an easy foe is easily caught.
"Pity you know, I hate beating up girls, and I hate firing from behind, but in this case I guess I had no choice..." He mused out loud.
With a good smack on the back of her head she was knocked out and silence was found once more.
Ten minutes later...
The Z-fighters at the reunion were all just about ready to head home as evening soon rolled around. Some had already gone, except for Goku and ChiChi who were now searching for Goten, and Vegeta and Bulma were looking for Trunks, the mothers fretting far more than the fathers.
"Lets all go home, they probably left for our place. Kakkarot, other.. Woman... It's no use looking for them out here." He grimaced at how his rivals wife's name always evaded his memory.
"Are you sure? I can feel his chi but its low, and trunks too..." Goku shouted in reply.
"It's nothing, they're just far away, lets just get a move on." He yelled furiously.
He too had felt the power in the distance, but unlike his thick headed comrade he knew what was generally going on.
That quake in the earth from earlier, and the smoke in the distance... The rising and lowering chi... He knew what had happened and he knew his son had everything covered. No pathetic extra terrestrial life form was a threat, and if it had been he would have felt it.
Instead of a looming feeling of impending failure, or 'doom' as the weaker ones called it, he suddenly somehow felt very good right now. Curious...
"Okay if you say so.." He lowered himself to the ground. ChiChi was too frantic to have heard anything.
Finally they got up and left after a few minutes of calming ChiChi and then they made their way to the residential area of the Capsule Corps.
At the top secret detention centre at his father and mother had been working on for the past twelve years, Trunks turned on the system and then carefully laid the still unconscious woman down in a cell before closing it.
The facility was still under testing, but this particular area was the most progressed. It detained powerful foes by sucking the energy out of them every time they used more than enough was needed to move or talk, and basically live.
Judging by her build and power level, or what he could make of it, he set the power level settings for that of 1000 and anything above that would be drained out of her.
The cells had been tested by Vegeta and himself as well as other people like Piccolo, Goku, Gohan, and Goten.
Only Trunks, Gohan and Goten could break out so far, and they owed that to the fact that at their highest power levels they were by far ten times stronger than their fathers.
So far the system was good for holding rouges if they were hypothetically to be a rouge Namekian or an obnoxiously powerful Saiyan.
He stared at the sleeping female behind the glass. He had to admit she was rather pretty, but there was another reason he found himself staring.
There was something about this woman that was so familiar, yet so distant. He knew something about this woman but couldn't place his finger on it what it was.
In her sleep, as he hadn't smacked her all that hard, her tail twitched.
He locked his eyes on the curious appendage and thought deeply for a moment.
What did he know about a tail? He thought back and then some fuzzy, early life images came back to him..
Something about his parents arguing... He was sitting in a baby chair playing with something...
Wait... Didn't Saiyans...
He shifted his eyes to her face and narrowed his eyes.
It couldn't have been... She can't be... All saiyans were dead weren't they?
He decided not to dwell on it for too long and then left to room. He turned off the lights and then double checked the system.
He would leave it for later.
Upstairs Goten had woken up at last. As soon as Trunks emerged from the hallway, and angry and butt hurt Goten launched himself onto him and smacked him to the ground, just about to punch him for knocking him out earlier, when suddenly;
"Oh god! VEGETA DON'T LOOK!" Bulma screamed as she dramatically slammed the door shut behind her as she stared at what was a very, very, VERY misleading sight.
Vegeta slammed the door open and then with a stone hard face stared at the sight before them.
Trunks instantly shouted in his defence, "IT'S NOT THAT! WE WERE SPARRING! HE CAUGHT ME OFF GUARD, I TOTALLY SWEAR!" And then he forcefully kicked the other Demi saiyan off him and into the ceiling.
Vegeta heaved a sigh and replied;
"Whatever, you better have a good report for me on that battler earlier, or I'll throw you out of the house personally." He stated very matter-of-fact like.
Trunks began to sweat and then followed his father with his eyes as he stalked down the hallway.
How did he...? Never mind..
Trunks got up properly and then caught up with his father.
Bulma and Goku looked at one another and then at the two walking away.
"What was that all about?" Goku asked innocently.
Bulma rolled her eyes, "Nothing Goku, it was nothing. Just take Goten outta the ceiling and safe travelling, okay?" She groaned.
Goku and ChiChi retrieved their son and then made their way home.
In the containment cell Vegeta stared with a stone hard face just as before. He listened intently to his sons very small encounter with this woman, and then when he finished, in a surprisingly calm, and eerily ...happy tone... He stated;
"A saiyan who survived. Weak as she may be, that's a given both considering that she is a woman with no formal training, and was probably left on a foreign planet as an infant. With no one to teach her she clearly set off to find her own home unaware of its destruction. And now she's found me." He chuckled, smirking before turning around and leaving.
He looked back at his suddenly pale and flabbergasted son, "you picked a good one Trunks. She just might be worthy of my praise if you helped her get into shape."
With that he left instantly, flying off down the hallway leaving a very worried and confused Trunks behind.
..."uh... What?"