Disclaimer: If you think I own any of these characters, think again. I
don't even own my computer, let alone DBZ.
Who says that being pure means you can't have any fun? I sure don't live by that rule. Everybody thinks I need to live up to the same standards as my dad, but I could give a damn less. I don't see what makes him and that baka Vegeta love fighting so much. Sure, I don't mind kickin' a little ass, but I'd rather just hang out with my friends. My life was pretty normal like that. Then this guy came to Earth.
Most stories that involve my family start with some sort of evil enemy landing on Earth. That's just one of the things that comes with being the son of Goku. The great Goku. Goku, who saves the world whenever it's in danger (and is never bright enough to get any of the credit.) It makes me sick. Anyway, there's no point dwelling on Dad's shortcomings. The point is, the man can fight, but he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer. I'm getting off the subject. My life was that of a normal 17 year old boy until the craft landed on the Earth and the giant blond guy stepped out.
I could tell by looking at his hair that he was a Saiyan. What the FUCK?!? Dad had told me that the only 4 Saiyans that survived after Planet Vegeta was destroyed were him, Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz. There was no mistaking that this guy was a Saiyan. Let me tell you, crash landing a space pod in the middle of a crowded city justifiably causes a large scene. The cops surrounded this guy.
"Get your hands in the air and get on the ground!" yelled one cop.
"Don't move or we'll shoot" said another.
The Saiyan hardly looked up from the ground as he smirked and mumbled "Kakarotto!"
Now, I have to admit, I was still in shock at seeing another Saiyan, but I did understand the word 'Kakarotto'. This guy was looking for Dad! I stood back and watched as the muscular Saiyan lifted one hand and blasted 5 police men with Ki blasts from each finger. I have never felt a power so strong, even when Father turns Super Saiyan 3!! This guy could mean trouble.
The situation didn't get any better.
Who says that being pure means you can't have any fun? I sure don't live by that rule. Everybody thinks I need to live up to the same standards as my dad, but I could give a damn less. I don't see what makes him and that baka Vegeta love fighting so much. Sure, I don't mind kickin' a little ass, but I'd rather just hang out with my friends. My life was pretty normal like that. Then this guy came to Earth.
Most stories that involve my family start with some sort of evil enemy landing on Earth. That's just one of the things that comes with being the son of Goku. The great Goku. Goku, who saves the world whenever it's in danger (and is never bright enough to get any of the credit.) It makes me sick. Anyway, there's no point dwelling on Dad's shortcomings. The point is, the man can fight, but he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer. I'm getting off the subject. My life was that of a normal 17 year old boy until the craft landed on the Earth and the giant blond guy stepped out.
I could tell by looking at his hair that he was a Saiyan. What the FUCK?!? Dad had told me that the only 4 Saiyans that survived after Planet Vegeta was destroyed were him, Vegeta, Nappa, and Raditz. There was no mistaking that this guy was a Saiyan. Let me tell you, crash landing a space pod in the middle of a crowded city justifiably causes a large scene. The cops surrounded this guy.
"Get your hands in the air and get on the ground!" yelled one cop.
"Don't move or we'll shoot" said another.
The Saiyan hardly looked up from the ground as he smirked and mumbled "Kakarotto!"
Now, I have to admit, I was still in shock at seeing another Saiyan, but I did understand the word 'Kakarotto'. This guy was looking for Dad! I stood back and watched as the muscular Saiyan lifted one hand and blasted 5 police men with Ki blasts from each finger. I have never felt a power so strong, even when Father turns Super Saiyan 3!! This guy could mean trouble.
The situation didn't get any better.