This is my first story on fan fiction. net! I wrote this three years ago but it was very crappy so I rewrote it. This is the first chapter. I'll write the second really soon! I tried to fix the mistakes I've made so it's a little different.
It hasn't been long since an actual fight that determined the lives of many living beings on different planets has happened. Life was peaceful during the short break they were granted. Well... as peaceful as the lives of Sayains and their family and friends can get.
The sun was shining brightly. A few clouds were thrown around randomly in the sky. A slight breeze was blowing repeatedly; keeping everyone cool. Everywhere you look you could see small flowers beginning to bloom. A few trees were visible, as well. This was the type of day someone would think nothing but peace and quiet could occur.
"Why do I have to wear this mom?" whined a small half human, half Sayain boy with lavender colored hair. He was wearing a white button-up shirt and khaki pants, but unbeknownst to his mother he was wearing his dogi underneath.
"Because I said so, Trunks! That's why!" replied his mother sternly, with her hands on her hips. She had turquoise hair and sported the same hair style as her son. Undercut and parted in the middle. She was wearing a red dress that moved around lively when the wind picked up.
"Bulma," whined a fully grown man with long, spiked black hair, "what reason is there for me not to wear my usual attire?" This man, who was clearly too old to act like his young son, was practically forced out of his Sayain clothes. He was now wearing a black shirt with long, loose sleeves, with a collar, and was buttoned all the way up just like his son's. He was also wearing black dress pants.
"Because Vegeta," started his wife, "everyone is getting together today and we all need to look our best."
"It's not like they haven't seen us at our worst. They've all seen Trunks and me bruised, bloody, and broken many times, and we've seen them in the same state. Besides, we just saw each other just a few weeks ago."
Bulma shook her head and sighed, tired of having to go through this whenever she wanted to dress up her son and husband. She looked up at him and said in a tone that let her irritation show clearly, "That was also one of the times they've seen us bruised, bloody, and broken," she walked up to him and started to fix his ruffled collar, "And don't worry, you won't be the only person dressed nice."
Vegeta let out an aggravated groan. "This is going to be a long day."
Outside there was a sudden loud 'SWOOSH' sound then a lot of talking and arguing.
Bulma patted Vegeta's collar and walked to the door. "They're here," she said in a sing-song voice.
Vegeta rolled his eyes and motioned Trunks, who was ignoring them throughout their little quarrel and busying himself with trying to make his outfit more comfortable, to come with him outside.
Chi-Chi smacked Goku over the head with great force, "Stop messing with your shirt! You're going to make it wrinkled all over again!"
"But Chi-Chi," whined Goku, who was sounding more like a child then his own, "this shirt is itchy and stuffy!" He continued to pull at it obsessively.
Chi-Chi swatted his hand and said, "Stop that!" she looked away and at her kids, who were doing the same thing as their dad. She shook her head and sighed, "I feel like I have three sons instead of two and a husband."
Goku pouted and tugged on her sleeve, receiving her attention, "I'm sorry, Chi-Ch-," before he could finish Bulma came running up and hugged both Chi-Chi and Goku.
"Hey you guys! You all look great!" she said looking each of them up and down.
"Oh thanks!" replied Chi-Chi enthusiastically. She pointed behind her and said, "It took me forever to get myself dressed. I even had to dress everyone else as well."
"I know what you mean," Bulma said with a slight glare directed towards Vegeta and Trunks, who backed away slowly once noticing it. She grabbed Chi-Chi's hand and pulled her off somewhere else so they could talk.
Goten, who was dressed in 'fancy' clothes as well, ran up to Trunks, "Hey Trunks!"
"Hey Goten! I found a really cool bug yesterday and I put a jar on top of it so it wouldn't get away. Wanna go check it out?"
"Yeah!" Goten ran after Trunks, "Hey is it slimy, dirty, or creepy?"
"All three!"
"Awesome!"
"Trunks!" yelled Bulma.
"Goten!" yelled Chi-Chi.
"Don't ruin your clothes!" They both yelled in unison.
"We won't," yelled Goten and Trunks together.
Bulma and Chi-Chi just rolled their eyes in disbelief. They learned a long time ago that if their kids, or even husbands, said that then there was no possible way the clothes would live through the day.
"Daddy," called little Marron, holding a pink ball, "come play with me!"
Android 18 raised her eyebrow, "What do we say when we want something?" she asked her daughter.
"Ummm," replied Marron, who was searching through her head to find the answer. When she found what her mother was looking for her head pooped up in excitement. She then turned to her father, "Please, Daddy."
"Okay sweetie," answered Krillin, taking his daughter's hand and leading her to a vacant area.
Everyone began pairing off into groups. The rest of the 'grown' men went off and began to declare what type of fight they should have to determine who was better. 18 watched her husband being wrapped around her daughter's finger (he was also wrapped around her own). Chi-Chi and Bulma continued talking about random things. Goten and Trunks were busy trying to keep their clothes clean, though they would have been very happy to just take them off and run around in their dogi (Goten was also wearing his without his mother knowing). Gohan and Videl were having a race around the house (though told by Bulma and Chi-Chi to not go very fast).
Meanwhile, twenty or so miles away there was a very large, circular spacecraft flying rapidly towards Earth (aiming for one particular area). Inside this spacecraft was a being that would bring a great amount of disaster (or humor. Depending on your view point).
