Dragon Ball Q

Prologue

                Vegeta was in the air, hovering over his opponent.  It had been a long and grueling battle, but he managed to get his opponent face first in the ground.  His evil trademark smile came to his face.  Now, he was finally going to get the respect he deserved as the Prince of all Saiyans. 

                "Get up, Kakorott.  I know you have some steam left in you.  Don't tell me the all mighty third-class Saiyan who defeated Nappa, Frieza, Brolli, and so many others has finally been over whelmed by me."

                "Yes, Vegeta," Goku said as he struggled to get up, "I admit defeat to you."

                "Good, now on your knees and say, 'Please, almighty Prince, spare my worthless, third-class life,' and maybe I'll let you live if you do."

                "Ok, Vegeta.  You win."  Goku managed to put both knees to the ground without collapsing.

                "Yes, yes.  Now say it, Kakorott."

                "Very well," Goku opened his mouth and an annoying female voice emitted.  "Vegeta, get your worthless butt out of that bed."

                He opened his eyes to see the face of Bulma right in front of him. 

                "NO!  NO!  I had him!  He was going to beg for his life!  NOOOOOOO!"  Vegeta started to pull his hair.  Trunks could hear his father yell out Goku's Saiyan name as he was finishing dressing up for the day.  "Geez, I hate to see Goten's dad if he had that voice as an alarm." 

                Vegeta got out of the bed and stomped his way into the bathroom.  Bulma was already in there doing her hair.

                "Woman!  Why did you do that?!  I was just about to make Kakorott beg for his life!"

                "Vegeta," Bulma responded to the angry Saiyan, "it's 9:30.  You should be up anyway.  I though you usually start to train earlier."

                "You must understand that rest is just as important as training, woman."

                "Isn't that what Goku always says…"

                "Never mind," he snapped, "I want my breakfast ready when I come out of the shower." 

                Goten yawned in his bed when he heard someone knock on the door of his room.  It opened to reveal his older brother, Gohan. 

                "Hey bro," he said, "Mom's already made breakfast and Dad's wolfing it down.  You better get out of bed if you want to eat."  Gohan walked towards the dining room.

                In almost super speed, Goten dashed ahead of his brother and sat at the table.  ChiChi was still serving some eggs and rice as Goku kept on eating. 

                "Goku, you're going to drain the planet's food supply at this rate," ChiChi complained.

                "Aw come on honey.  You know I can't get enough of your cooking."

                "You can't get enough of any cooking, Dad," Gohan came back with.

                ChiChi served Goten and Gohan some more food with the exact same results.

                "Like father like sons," she said to herself.

                After breakfast in the Briefs residence, Vegeta took to the gravity room and Bulma to her laboratory.  Trunks looked at his watch and saw it was almost 10:30.  After a quick glass of milk, he went outside the house and flew off towards the Son's residence.  On the way past Satan City, he saw Gohan and Goten coming toward him.

                "Goten," he shouted.  "Over here!"  As soon as the two half-Saiyans heard the message, they stopped and waited.

                "Hey Trunks," Gohan greeted.  As he said that, Videl appeared and all three of them flew to her. 

                "Gohan," she said, "are your brother and Trunks going to join us in defending the city today?"

                "Not really."

                "Yeah.  Me and Trunks are going to see that new horror movie that just came out."

                "Aren't you two a little young for…" Videl thought back to the World Martial Arts Tournament and what the two kids had done to their peers and some of the adults.  "Never mind." 

The next chapter is when Q shows up so tell me if you want me to keep going.