"Saiyans may soar…"
a short and Vegeta "buddy" fanfic
mkh2
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"Eagles may soar, but weasels don't get sucked into jet engines." ~ anonymous—I think
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This is based, in part – very small part, on a story I had written beforehand. Hope you enjoy.
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Disclaimer: Sigh. If I owned Dragonball Z, would I really be posting fanfiction about it on the web – for free? No, dear readers, DBZ and all that pertains to it (from the manga and anime and other products I mean) belong to Mr. Akira Toriyama, long may he draw.
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Goku and Vegeta had been scouting the mountains for some time now, looking for a good, uninhabited place to spar. Until the gravity room – and the spaceship – could be repaired and reinforced, they had to resort to looking for such little venues apart from innocent bystanders.
Goku sighed, bored. Was it just him, or hadn't they circled this area before? Faintly, he heard a slight whirring sound. He looked around himself and Vegeta, squinting until tears rose to the surface and almost broke when he was certain he saw something heading their way.
"Hey Vegeta? 'Geta? 'Lo?" Goku called, flying a bit closer to him.
Vegeta paid him no attention, preferring to grumble about population growth and lack of sparring space.
Goku tried again, flying even closer. "Vegeta, I think we should go down. You know, down? Just a little lower."
Vegeta shook his head. "We're flying over some cows now. I will not get near those smelly, hulking beasts."
Goku frowned. "Vegeta, let's go down. Now."
Vegeta glared at him. "I am Vegeta, the Saiyajin no Ouji. I will not be told what to do, especially be some third-class saiyajin like yourself. We saiyajins are a proud race, meant to soar like the eagles."
Goku sighed. "Yeah, yeah, like the eagles. Whatever. Suit yourself. I'm going lower." And with that said, he descended by a couple hundred feet.
"Feh," Vegeta said, annoyed. "Who does he think he is? I–" he paused, thinking he had heard a whirring sound. "What's that?"
Glancing back, his eyes widened in surprise before he got squished face first against the window of a jet plane.
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"Sigh, these darn birds. Getting bigger every year," the pilot muttered. "Hey Gregory, reach over and turn on the windshield wipers, huh? My hands are kinda busy here. Go, Donkey Kong, go!" He resumed playing his Game Boy.
~ Owari~
Heh, well, there you have it. And as an added bonus, I'll give you the deleted piece:
"Sure Henry," the copilot flipped the switch and squeegee-d the Veggie bird off. "Eww, bird spit."
From below, Goku sweatdropped. "Did he say soar like an eagle or soar like a beagle?"
Hah, well, that's about as far as I'll go. I have two more stories in the works, three if you count the one with preliminary sketches. Actually, the first one I have in the work is based on this comic I had been working on for six months now, involving a dragonball hunt done by Gohan and Piccolo. I can't draw Piccolo, so that's what is taking me forever. However, I had just recently read a fic by Chuquita, "All Aboard," and a piece of it is so similar to the one I'm doing that I've decided to write it out and dedicate to Chu. Hi Chuey! …if you read this, that is…
Ah well, and that's the way the boat floats.
My sister (I'll call her Tippy): That's stupid. You're stupid. Can you get any stupider?
mkh2: Only if I become you.