Two days ago, i just thought, wouldn't this situation be ooooooo, so crazy. I count this as a chapter, but I plan on my chapters being much longer than this. Note that, Vegeta is 16, Bulma 15, or 16 I can't remember what I put her age as.
Know this, it's a complete lie if I say I own DBZ. Do not believe my pointless lies!
Vegeta waited for that bell to ring. That 3-second sound that told him he was free. " 3...2...1-" The school bell rang and Vegeta jolted out the door, followed by a crowd of screaming students. He ran to the bus stop. Sure, he could get the car, but he felt like he would be showing off. " Eh! 'Geta! You coming football practice?" It was Tommy, the most annoying guy Vegeta thought he could meet. " Yes Tom, I told you an hour ago. And I've never missed a session."
" You coming to the football game on Saturday?"
" Yes, like ALL the other times..."
" And you paying for our celebration dinner? We know you got the money-"
" Yes Tom." Vegeta almost sneered, but controlled himself. " Great! What bus you going on?"
" The one to Saiyan Inc. Like USUAL. Like ALWAYS."
" Cool. I'm going to-"
" East Coover, then taking another bus to West Coover."
" Yeah, you got it!" He smiled, and his bus came. " Okay, see you tomorrow!"
" Yeah, bye," Vegeta stared at the big wheels as the 16 year-old got on the bus and left. " ...And good riddance." Vegeta sneered. His bus was rare, so he waited 10 more minutes before it came, with the usual bus driver, as it was his shift. " Hey, Vegeta! How you holding up?"
" Just fine, Rick. I think if I might blow from the stress. I mean I will punch something."
" Ah, c'mon! You're a smart boy. You'll pull through." Ricky reassured. Vegeta put his oyster on the card reader and went to the back of the bus, and sat next to a blue-haired girl, that looked about his age. He was wearing his deep-blue school uniform, and she was just wearing summer clothes, that looked actually quite nice. But would Vegeta notice?" Hi." She said shyly. " Hn." Vegeta said back. He didn't really care for conversation on the bus. She nodded, realising this information as he looked out the window. She simply brought out her phone and social-networked to avoid eye contact with this unfamiliar boy. He did nothing, but stare outside.
-Madness-
The last destination for the bus, Saiyan Inc. One of the biggest electronic company in the world. The buildings here were massive, so freaking large. You couldn't see the top of them, they were so tall. Vegeta was always the last, as, who would take a bus to a well-off company? Vegeta Jr, that is. He doesn't like being called "posh" and he sure isn't gonna act like that either. " Bye Rick."
" See ya later, son." He's not really his father if that's what was thought, that's just what he calls him. Vegeta's been going on that bus for about... 6 years now? It would have been 5, but at 10 Vegeta got moved to year 7 earlier than his classmates, because he was so smart. He could of skipped more, but then he wouldn't really have anyone to relate to. Vegeta reluctantly jumped off the bus and walked into the incorporated building.
-Madness-
" Hi Vegeta Jr! Sign in your name." Vegeta silently signed his name in just so he could go to his house( Your eyes didn't fail you, it's true) He walked to the massive apartment areas and went to massive home number 1. He turned the key in the door and opened it, closing it behind him. He went straight to the kitchen and grabbed a sandwich from the fridge." Vegeta, honey! How was school?" His mother was now in the kitchen too, and looked like she had just been cleaning. " It was fine. I got picked for basketball club after school."
" Ah, that's great! What day is it?"
" Thursday." Vegeta muttered, and his mother's smile disappeared. Vegeta didn't have a normal life, and had to attend stuff on specific days. Like Thursdays, meetings for his father." I'm sorry, Vegeta. I know basketball is your favourite sport. I wish I could persuade your father to leave you be until you're at least 18, but you know you're father and his stupid "image"."
" It's not stupid!" Bellowed a voice as the sound of a door shutting. In came a man who looked like Vegeta, with a beard and older facial features, not to mention being a little taller. " We have to keep our reputation up! Do you know what it would look like if you went to the supermarket and bought the cheapest kitchen towels?!"
" They were equally good Vegeta! So lay off!" Vegeta's mother huffed, crossing her arms. " Yes, so if that means missing a silly club for our clean reputation, so be it!"
" And Hello to you too, dad." Vegeta muttered and walked up the steps, three at a time, to his bedroom(s). Yep, he has more than one bedroom, but he only really uses one, another to store stuff. A little boy crawled under his father's legs and ran to hug his mother. " Hi, mum!"
" Hi sweetie! How was school?"
" Great! I showed a new boy around school, and at first he was mean, but I turned him around. I know we're gonna be great friends!" Tarble said, jumping excitedly in his mother's arms. He was 13 years old, and very energetic( 13, yes he's 13). " Where's big brother V?" He asked so quickly, if his mother wasn't used to it, she wouldn't of understood a word he said. " Upstairs, in his room. Go on, go and play with your brother. But if he's doing anything important, don't bother him too much( and I MEAN it Tarble!)" She said, and he skipped out and up the stairs. " I need to fix his behaviour-"
" There you go again! Don't try and fix what doesn't need to be fixed! Leave Tarble be! I'm not going with it this time. Nuh-Uh." She shook her head. That's what usually started an argument between the two parents...
This was more of an introduction than a chapter. I'm just creating background. Next chapter though, it really begins! I do though think I will post the second chapter right after this one.