A/N: I was supposed to update a story but ended up making a new one, again. *sighs*

Disclaimer: I'm not talented enough to own either or both IE and DBZ.

= Prologue =

'Homeworks, martial arts.. Is this all there is to life?' The demi-saiyajin thought as he finished answering and reading another 500 page book of calculus.

His life had been like this ever since the defeat of Cell. Get up, eat, study, eat again, get outside for some exercise if his mother's feeling generous enough, eat once again, play with his brother - the only part he wasn't complaining about actually -, sleep, and repeat. Everyday had been the same for him. He admitted that the little training he did on his mother's back were fleeting but who was he kidding? He was literally Earth's strongest warrior, none of the things he's doing now could even be compared to a warm-up. Unless Vegeta had something to say about it, unfortunately, the short man wouldn't as much as show himself outside the gravity room.

He sighed then slumped his head on his desk, not thinking of anything specific. He felt his consciousness slip slowly as his spikey black locks slightly swayed as the wind entered his window. His jumbled thoughts started forming sentences in his head.

'What if I wasn't strong? What if I wasn't half-saiyajin? I wonder.. how different my world would be..' with that sentence he stood right up from behind the stack of papers where he was tiredly seated. He immediately searched his drawer for the one thing he needed and, without a second of pause, he flew out the window.

He stopped for a while and looked at their small but warm home and thought of the two most important people in his life. Surely, his mother would be mad if his plan happened to work. But you know what? Scratch that. His mother would be mad the moment she noticed his son wasn't in his room and wasting all this time not studying anyways. An image of an unbreakable frying pan passed his mind. He was sure that was what would be greeting him as soon as he stepped inside their house. It was a miracle how that thing didn't even bend from all the time it successfully hit two mischievous half-saiyajin on the head, especially the younger one: his brother, Goten. The sweet little squirt who never seizes to brighten his day. He's just really a walking ball of sunshine who brought happiness to each and every person he meet. He might be mischievous but he was one hell of a day-maker. The six-year-old was just like their father. His hair, his face, his innocent smile, his bottomless-pit-of-a-stomach, his cheerful character, his innocent view of the world, everything about the kid reminded him of Earth's real hero. Of his hero. And just like his father, he knew well that his brother was strong enough to handle him away for a couple of days in the same way that his mother could. He smiled and flew once again, even more determined than ever on his journey.

He took out the one object he carried on his person, the dragon radar. As soon as the device blinked to life, he increased his speed and spent not even an hour on finding seven orange glass-like balls.

He found a place at the foot of a mountain and gently settled the seven dragonballs together. His eyes and arms aimed to reach for the skies as he chanted the magic words. A magestic beast showed itself to him. It owned a mature and deep voice that was almost horrific to a normal person. The creature sported bloody red eyes and a long green body. Neither the appearance nor its voice made him flinch. His mind was focused on one thing, he had to do what he came here to do.

"You who have collected all the seven dragonballs, what is your wish?" The dragon slowly worded getting the teen warrior to inhale sharply.

"I wish to live another life. To be someone who doesn't have the same strength as I do, someone who doesn't live to protect the Earth, someone who isn't half-saiyajin, I wish to temporarily live a normal life. But, only I could wish for things to be back to the way they were."

"Very well. Your wish is granted," it's red eyes shone and he felt himself getting sleepy. His drowsiness took over as gravity did it's work. An almost audible, "Farewell." echoed in his ears.

He finally opened his eyes to see a ceiling he never saw before in his life. It was quite similar to that of the hospital, only this wasn't as wide. His last memory was of the grass he was uncomfortably laid on so he was surprised to see a lack of green on the place. And even more surprised on the fact that he was lying on a rather bouncy bed. That was a first. The only times he'd seen furniture like these were at Bulma's.

As soon as he looked around, he thought that the room was decently designed and neatly kept, just like his room. Wait. That reminded him. This isn't his room.

= End of Prologue =

Next Chapter: Chapter One: What the fiddlesticks?'

A/N: Is it too vague? Does it fell flat? I honestly made it short in purpose. I think it's easier to understand that way or something lol. Point out anything and everything you see wrong! I'd appreciate them.