Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z or its characters. However, the plot as well as a few other characters are strictly the property of my own imagination.

A Kyyan Invasion

Chapter 1: A Day of Fun

A large object penetrated the Earth's atmosphere, shooting clear across the sky like a small comet, with a tail of fire trailing behind.

~~~~ Briefs's Residence ~~~~

Bulma Briefs stood on the patio in her backyard. She wasn't alone. "You're going to burn the burgers if you leave them on too long." She chastised.

"I know what I am doing Woman." Her mate remarked in his gruff voice. Vegeta stood beside Bulma in front of the BBQ pit. Beside them at the table nearby, sat Goku and Krillin, both waiting anxiously for the food to be done. Their mates Chi Chi and Eighteen, respectively, had gone to the store to purchase more meat for the hungry saiyans.

"Fine Vegeta, burn the meat to a crisp for all I care!" Bulma yelled in frustration. She threw her hands into the air and walked away with a humph.

Vegeta did his best to ignore her. "I don't need her. I am the Prince of all Saiyans." He proclaimed to himself.

"What was that all about Bulma?" Krillin asked as she joined him and Goku at the picnic table.

"Oh nothing Krillin, just Vegeta being a MAJOR ASS!" She smirked as she noticed Vegeta's shoulders stiffen. Well more so than usual.

"Gee Bulma, maybe you should cut Vegeta some slack." Goku suggested wanting to keep the peace.

Bulma sighed, "I guess I could…" Then she grinned, "But where's the fun in that." She began laughing evilly while Krillin and Goku looked on with tear drops floating at the back of their heads.

~~~~ Elsewhere ~~~~

The seemingly large comet crashed into the outskirts of the city. The rough landing caused a huge cloud of dust to rise.

~~~~ Briefs Residence ~~~~

"We're back!" Exclaimed Chi Chi as she and Eighteen carried a few bags in each hand. "Gohan!" Chi Chi called.

Gohan came from inside the house with Future Trunks following after with a basketball in one hand. "Yeah Mom?" Gohan asked once he was within hearing range.

"There are a few cases in the car, why don't you boys go grab them." She called to him while taking the bags to the table.

Gohan glanced at Trunks and with a nod they headed to the car.

SPLASH!

"Hey guys, be careful!" Yelled a disgruntled Yaumcha who was currently jumping off of his lawn chair. He shook some water out of his hair. "Man, you guys are totally ruining my tan." He stated looking to the two grinning boys in the pool.

"Sorry Yaumcha." Goten said while still laughing.

"Yeah, sorry." Kid Trunks grinned, "For pushing you in."

Yaumcha raised a brow in confusion. "But you didn-aahhh!" SPLASH! Yaumcha fell into the pool. He quickly swam to the surface. First thing he saw was Trunks laughing from the spot which he was previously standing. 'Yeah, definitely Vegeta's kid.' He then noticed Goten still in the pool with him not too far away.

Goten wore a sheepish look. "Yeah, sorry for that too." He then joined his best friend at the edge of the pool. Together the boys walked away high-fiving each other.

It was at that moment Yaumcha noticed a familiar sound in the background. Instantly recognizing it as laughter, he turned around to glare at his friends. They were all having a good row at his expense. Even Piccolo had a smirk on his face. Vegeta however, simply looked pleased. 'Yep, definitely His kid.' Yaumcha glowered.

"Here Yaumcha, let me help you out." Master Roshi offered, holding out his hand.

Yaumcha, on the other hand, just hopped out of the pool. "No thanks old man." Grabbing a towel, he proceeded to dry off.

Slightly put off, Roshi attempted to save face. Grabbing the radio positioned near the pool, he dragged it to the table where Goku and Krillin sat. He dumped it onto the table top with a loud thump.

"What ya doing Master Roshi?" Goku asked curiously.

"What's it look like? I'm ready to jam." With that said he turned it on and changed the station to one of his liking. "Now that's music."

Unfortunately, he was the only one who thought so. Everyone cringed at the sound of oldies playing. Roshi, however, was having the time of his life.

~~~~ Elsewhere ~~~~

The van to the local news crew slowly made their way through the thick dust fog. "Stop!" The van came to a screeching hault. The blonde woman stepped out. "According to the readings, the comet landed somewhere near here. Whoa!" She lost her footing.

A camera crewman caught her wrist and pulled her up. "Be more careful. You nearly fell in."

She looked down to see just what he meant by 'in'. "oh my… Get a look at this." She whispered to no one. She then glanced back at her cameraman still at the van. "What are you doing? We didn't come all the way out here for some sightseeing! Get the camera out and start filming!" Staring a only few more seconds to ensure that her cameraman was gonna get a move on it, she turned back around to view the sight before her. "I wonder how deep it goes. We won't know until this fog clears."

~~~~ Briefs Residence ~~~~

Everyone stared in horror as Master Roshi continued his assault on the art of dance. Bulma felt her hands twitching to do something, but soon found immense relief at the sounding BAM! that was heard from miles around. Looking at her best friend's wife she said, "Thank you Chi Chi."

Chi Chi just smirked evilly while holding a black pan in her hand. "Of course Bulma. Can't have the old pervert ruining our day, now can we." Both ladies started laughing crazily while the others looked on unnerved. They then looked at Master Roshi. The poor old man was cradling his head.

Gohan and Big Trunks walked into the area with boxes in each arm. "Hey mom?" Big Trunks asked, "Where do you want these?"

Bulma looked at the boys and their bundles, "Just place them in the walk-in fridge dear. We'll take them out once we are ready for them."

Trunks nodded his head then looked to his friend who was nearest to the house. "You heard her Gohan, lead the way."

Gohan took this instruction and turned to walk to the house. "Maybe afterwards we can finally shoot some hoops." He called over his shoulder.

Trunks grinned. "Yeah, saiyan style." With that said they both went into the house.

Bulma walked over to the radio and started changing the station. She stopped every once in awhile, trying to find a station everyone agreed on. But the music was too loud, too unclear, or too girly as Krillin complained once earning a slap to the back of his head by his offended wife. It happened to be one of Eighteen's favorites and she didn't think it too girly. With a sigh Bulma finally reached a station everyone agreed on. "Finally." She sighed, "Let's get this party started!"

Excited by her enthusiasm, everyone started dancing to the tune.

Bulma moved near her mate, dancing the whole way. "Come on Vegeta. Dance with me."

"I am busy Woman." Was his curt reply.

Not letting him scare her away, Bulma danced even closer. "Come now Vegeta, don't you want to move your hips with mine?" She whispered seductively into his ear with a bit of a husk.

Vegeta, however, kept his composure. "Of course I do, but not in the manner of which you are speaking." He smirked at her. "Your seduction will not lead me into disgracing himself by moving around like a mindless idiot." His eyes casually glancing to his left, before settling back on the food before him.

Bulma noticed Vegeta's swift glance and followed his eyes. She noticed that Yaumcha fell into the path of the gaze. And that he was, here she sighed, indeed moving around like a mindless idiot. Then she frowned. 'But at least he is having fun, which is more than I can say for a certain stick in the mud. "You may as well humor me Vegeta. You and I both know that the meat will burn the same, whether you stayed here standing guard or having fun with me, YOUR WIFE!" Bulma was clearly getting upset. Even Goku was dancing for Dende's sake.

Vegeta bit back a growl. "Woman…" He starting warningly. But before either of them could get another word in the music suddenly cut off.

"We interrupt our usual broadcast for this special announcement…"

Bulma, forgetting her impending argument with Vegeta, walked over to the radio. She pushed the vid button and a screen opened up at the front of the device. Bulma quietly thanked her father for his vid-radio invention as they all stood quiet to hear this announcement.

~~~~ Elsewhere ~~~~

"Okay, are we ready?"

"Yeah boss, everything's set up. We go live in 5… 4… 3… 2… 1…" He gave her the go sign.

"Good afternoon Satan City. I am Kristle Winstopple your local news reporter. Currently, I am standing on the city outskirts at the sight of what appears to be a grounded comet that shot through our hemisphere not more than an hour ago. So far not much is to be seen, as the dust cloud has yet to settle. What we are able to see is this large crater created upon impact. However, there is no way to gauge the depth at this precise time."

~~~~ Briefs Residence ~~~~

"… a grounded comet that shot through our hemisphere not more than an hour ago. So-"

"That's not right." Bulma mumbled. Everyone turned from the broadcast to her.

Goku looked at his friend questioningly, "What do you mean Bulma?"

Bulma not realizing she had spoken aloud, began to explain herself. "It's just, whatever it is, it's not a comet. First of all, if a comet crashed we would have felt it. Second, if a comet crashed at the outskirts of our city, not only would we have felt it, more than likely we would not have survived, well us non-saiyans at least."

"If it's not a comet, then what is it?" Krillin asked.

No one had an answer, that is no one except for…

"A space pod." Everyone turned to the source of the voice. Vegeta resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "It's obvious. Something circular shooting through the sky, resembling a comet, of course it's a space pod. The woman is right. Comets are large. They have been known to cause greater devastation than just a small crater on the surface of whatever planet is unfortunate to have one land upon it. Some have even been destroyed." He began placing fresh meat onto the grill after removing the finished ones. They remained quiet as the information sunk in. Then before they could speak, Vegeta continued. "Then again, perhaps I am wrong. It could always be a meteor. We won't know until the dust clears." And with that, he paid them no mind.

Krillin was the first to speak. "Well there you have it guys, nothing to worry about."

"Yeah. Probably a meteor or something." Goku added. "If it were a space craft, we would have sensed whoever would be in it."

Deciding that was the end of that discussion, the group turned their attention back to Ms. Winstopple, who continued to describe the dust fog, crater, and temperature. And that was about it. Nothing interesting or remotely news worthy.

'Seriously, they interrupted our party session for this?' Yaumcha thought only to himself.

AN/ Okay this is my first DBZ story. Tell me what you think. Please review.