CHAPTER 1
"Are you sure your gonna be okay? You look kinda sick". Sharpener said half worried for his friend, and half worried that his friend will get vomit in his new Mercedes hover car that his father got from capsule corp. "I told you not to challenge Videl in a drinking contest". He laughed remembering the way she just sat there with a cocky little smirk on her face. She could out drink any man, alien or not Gohan didn't even stand a chance. "Pfft! light weight"
"What time is....is it?". Gohan slurred, his head was spinning as fast as his friend was driving. "I feel.....like a truck hit me". He closed his eyes as he massaged his temples in a circular motion. "Though that'd probably feel a lot better than this at the mo....moment". He tried to fight the urge to vomit.
"Pace yourself buddy! I don't want you puking in my new wheels". Sharpener complained. "It's only 1:15".He squinted trying to see through the darkness of the forest. Mt. Paozu was not exactly a highly populated area so there was very little reason for lamp posts. "Besides were almost at your house"
"Great". The demi-saiyan muttered. He leaned back against the soft leather cushioned seat and enjoyed the cool breeze. Originally he would be panicking, trying his hardest not to get caught by his parents. He figured if they found out about his routine sneak outs they would be disappointed by his behavior. Now it wasn't such a big deal anymore since they barely noticed he was alive. It was like that ever since his fathers return. He was always busy playing games with his brother, or sparring with Vegeta. Even his mother was Too busy to acknowledge him. She was either spending time with the Briefs, or with her husband. It didn't matter anymore though, they did their thing and he did his. Suddenly the car came to a halt.
"Think you can make it in without crashing into anything". Sharpener said as he helped his friend out of the Mercedes. He tried his best to hold his friend up and carry him. He guided him right up to the front door.
"I got it from h-here"
"You sure?". He released the intoxicated teen.
"Yeah I'm f-fine Eliza". Gohan slurred while trying to stand up straight. Sharpener shook his head. He walked back over to his car leaving the rest up to his friend.
"I'll call you tomorrow!". He called out from his car. "Adios!". He drove off into the darkness. Gohan barely heard him as he left he was too busy trying not to collapse on his front lawn. *THUMP!* Too late.....................
"GOHAN!! WAKE UP!!". Gohan jolted awake as the pint-sized demi- saiyan jumped on his belly. Gohan groaned in pain at the very loud and very obnoxious sound that pounded through his sensitive skull. He cradled his head with the large fluffy pillow, even though it could not block out the hyper 7 year-old.
"Go away". The sickly looking teen mumbled from underneath the pillow. It was more of a plea than a command.
"Don't you want any breakfast?". The small boy asked, as he pulled away his big brothers only protection against his cheery high pitched vocals.
"Breakfast?....Ugh...". Gohan felt another wave of nausea at the simple mention of food.
"You don't look so good". Goten tilted his head observing his brothers current state. "You look green, almost like Piccolo". Piccolo? Gohan thought for a moment. Was it possible that his former mentor brought him to his room last night? It was possible especially since he hadn't awaken to his mother's loud ranting about what a delinquent he can be at times. Gohan lightly pushed the small child aside so he could climb off his bed. As the sixteen year-old stood up he immediately felt the urge to vomit rising again. Within less than an instant he was in his bathroom doing just that.
.........Downstairs..............
"Gohan! Goten! your breakfast is getting cold!!". Chichi shouted, making some coffee for herself. She looked over to her husband, who at the moment was too busy finishing off his plate, and quickly moving on to theirs. ".....and eaten!". The small boy hopped down the flight of stairs.
"Unhand my BACON!". Goten ran up to his bacon fiend of a father and tried to pry his plate from the man's grasp. Goku was losing his grip due to all the grease on his fingers.
"Wait!—I'm just taking a small bite!". Goku whined as his youngest son reclaimed his breakfast. "Aww". The man pouted, the child stuck out his tongue in victory.
"Sweety, what's your brother doing?". The woman asked, she sat down and took a sip of her coffee. The small boy took a large gulp of his chocolate milk to wash down his food.
"He's in the bathroom—throwing up". Goten resumed back to his breakfast barely noticing the worried look on his mother's face. She immediately stood up to tend to her eldest son.
"Wait". The concerned woman was stopped by her husband. He started towards the stairs slowly. "I'll go see what's up. Besides I feel like I haven't seen Gohan in months!". He continued up the stairs and headed towards the bathroom.
"......Stupid Vi.....". Gohan grumbled, resting his head against the porcelain bowl. "Oh Gohan it's just a drinking contest!". He said in a girly high pitched tone imitating his girlfriend. "......And she sure won...". He said returning to his normal tone of voice. Suddenly his head began to throb fiercely as he heard a loud knocking on the door. "....Uhnnnn!.....what?"
"Uh?, Gohan you alright?". Goku asked, leaning against the bathroom door with his arms crossed.
"....M'fine". He mumbled. * Stupid Goten! Always blabbing everything!*. "Goten jumped on my stomach before so I'm Just a little queasy". Gohan replied, it wasn't completely a lie.
"Oh, ok!". Goku's concerned expression quickly turned to a more cheerful and relieved one. "Um...by the way Goten ate your breakfast!". The man shamelessly blamed his youngest for eating the boy's breakfast. "But don't worry, mom will make you a whole new batch!". He then disappeared down the stairs.
".....Uck........breakfast". Gohan quickly put his head back in the bowl.
.....Downstairs........
"Is he alright?". Chichi nervously walked up to her husband as he re-entered the kitchen. Goku placed his hands on his worried wife's shoulders. "Is he sick?". The woman demanded.
"He's fine". He said reassuringly. "Goten jumped on his stomach before, so he's just a little bit queasy". Chichi stormed into the living room, upset by her youngest child's carelessness. Goku followed her to make sure the child's punishment wasn't severe. The woman walked up to the small boy who at the moment was too busy watching Saturday morning cartoons. Before she could scold him the phone rang. She turned to her husband.
"I'll answer that, in the meantime you talk to your son!". Chichi left the room. Goku walked over to his son.
"Uh? hey pal.......uh?". Goku thought for a moment, he couldn't punish his children. That would make him look like an ogre or something, besides he was the cool parent. "You shouldn't bother your brother in the morning, you know how he gets.......whatcha watchin?". Goku plopped on the blue leather sofa, completely forgetting what he was originally supposed to do. Several minutes pass by, Gohan quietly stalked down the wooden, creaky steps trying his best not to alert anyone's attention. Unfortunately Goten noticed him before he could make it passed the living room. The small boy ran up to his brother.
"Gohan! where are you going! I wanna go to! Can I come too!! PLEASE!!". The seven year-old said barely taking time to breathe. Before Gohan could respond a very upset Chichi walked out of the kitchen. With crossed arms She began tapping her finger on her elbow impatiently as she stared at her eldest son.
"Good morning, sleepy head". She said with sarcasm. Gohan just looked at the woman in confusion. "Did you have fun last night?—I hope you did because it'll be the last time you leave this house for a month!". The teenager instantly new what she was talking about, he hung his head in defeat.
"Who told you—
"I just got a phone call from your friend Kyle's mom!". The unnerved woman cut him off, not wanting to hear any lame excuses. "She said that Kyle came home at 2 in the morning, completely intoxicated. Then he said that YOU and a bunch of other kids were also drinking at the party. Is this the same party that I asked you not to go to!?—You know what I don't care, your grounded!".
"Mom! this isn't fair!". Gohan spoke up. "You sent me to O.S. to make some new friends, and finally I do, and now your saying that I can't hang out with them because of a couple of drinks!—I got drunk once when I was four!—ask dad!". Chichi's angered expression turned to a puzzled one. Goku stood behind the woman shaking his head, hoping that his son didn't divulge further into the story. "Look I'm mature enough to do grown up things—now if you'll excuse me I have a date with a bowl of Count Chocoula". The tall demi-saiyan walked passed his parents and headed for the kitchen. Chichi turned to her husband.
"Four?". She raised a questioning eyebrow.
"U-uh?—come on Squirt let's go clean your room!". Goku grabbed his son and darted towards the stairs.
.......Capsule Corporation...........
"The new X Jet Cruiser is our top model right now and...". The aqua-haired woman's board meeting was interrupted by a loud boom. Everyone in the large office looked around confused as to what the loud crashing sound was, and where it was coming from. "Excuse me". She said as she left the office. She walked up to one of her employees. "What is going on out here! I have an important meeting, and I can't afford for anything to screw it up!". The frightened man pointed, Bulma looked to see a very pissed Saiyan prince, who at the moment was tossing the desks of her employees around while they were still sitting in them. She walked over to him casually. "Vegeta?".
"Can't talk. busy.". He continued whatever it was he was doing, completely disregarding his annoyed mate. "Argh!! where is it dammit!!!". He lifted a chair and tossed it across the room. All the employees ran out screaming.
"Where is what? what are you doing?!". She complained, finally the vertically challenged man ceased his ranting.
"I'm looking for my royal medallion!, its an heirloom that my father gave to me before......". Vegeta took a moment to gather his thought's. "Look! just help me locate it woman!". Bulma's features softened a bit, she new how important that medallion was to Vegeta. It was the only link to the prince's past. It was part of his pride.
"How did you lose it anyway?". Bulma asked, knowing that the thing didn't walk away on it's own. One of her clients stepped out of the large office to see what all the commotion was about.
"Is everything alright Mrs. Briefs?". The pudgy little man asked, looking from her then to Vegeta. Bulma nodded.
"Yes everything's fine, I'll be right with you". The aqua-haired woman replied.
"Please do, we are running on a tight schedule". The little man disappeared back into the office. As the man left Vegeta flipped him the finger.
"Wow". The woman looked at her husband in amazement. "Death has really softened you". The Prince shot her a cocky smirk. "But about the medallion, did you ask Trunks? You know how he loves to dress up in your Saiyan-suit". Vegeta thought about it for a moment. Instead cursing in a fit of rage he had a proud look on his face. His son's worship of him really surprised him at times. "Listen babe we'll talk later, I have to shmooz with a bunch of uptight snobs who are ready to throw a lot of money my way". Before the two could depart her secretary appeared with what looked to be important news.
"Mrs. Briefs! there's someone here to see you in the lobby!". The young blonde secretary squeaked with excitement.
"Whoever it is will have to wait Cammy, I'm at a meeting". Said the tiresome woman. What now? Bulma sighed.
"Oh! But he's really REALLY cute!". The girl explained. "He has all these muscles and stuff! and like the nicest blue eyes, although the lavender hair is kinda weird—but who cares!". The girl's description caught her attention.
"You said he has lavender hair?—Is his name by any chance Trunks?". Bulma wondered if her son from the Mirai timeline had returned.
"Well um? like I don't really know his name". Cammy answered, twirling her finger in her hair. "Oh! But he did sorta look like him!". She pointed to Vegeta. "Only taller....A lot taller". Bulma and Vegeta looked at each other puzzled.
..........At The Kame House............
"Where did you get all this stuff?!". Krillin gasped, there were shopping bags from the floor to the ceiling.
"I bought this stuff with the money that Hercule gave me". 18 turned to the pint-sized man as she held a glamorous dress up. "Isn't this adorable? This was my first time shopping re-tail"
"That's nice, but why would Hercule just GIVE away his money—You didn't sleep with him did you?!". Suddenly the small man was sent flying across the room.
"NO! I did NOT sleep with him!". 18 hissed, angry at her husbands utter stupidity, and ability to over exaggerate. "It's the money he promised me after I blackmailed him at the tournament". Krillin climbed out from under a pile of shopping bags. He stood up on wobbly legs.
"You black-mailed him!?". He said, almost feeling sorry for the idiot. "I'm not exactly a fan of Hercule's—but that's just wrong!".
"I bought you a bunch of stuff too". The icy blonde interrupted his little speech about moral standards.
"Ooh! what'd you get me!". He hopped up and down like a giddy little child. 18 suddenly had an angry expression upon her normally cool and calm face as she looked past the man hopping up and down.
"What do you want?". The blonde spat, as she gazed upon the figure standing in the doorway. Krillin stopped jumping. He turned to see whom she was talking to.
"Thought I'd stop by to say hi". The young man said smoothly. He rested his weight against the doorway. He had shoulder length black hair, sharp cat-like eyes that were pale blue, and had a lean build. He smirked at the couple in an arrogant manner. "Hi".
.........To Be Continued.................
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A/N: Sorry if anyone in this fic seems OOC. I'm sort of new at this whole writing thing—well I have started a fic before, but it was crappy and unorganized. Oh! and the action will start in later chapters, maybe even the third chapter! next chapter will be up soon. Don't forget to R/R!
"Are you sure your gonna be okay? You look kinda sick". Sharpener said half worried for his friend, and half worried that his friend will get vomit in his new Mercedes hover car that his father got from capsule corp. "I told you not to challenge Videl in a drinking contest". He laughed remembering the way she just sat there with a cocky little smirk on her face. She could out drink any man, alien or not Gohan didn't even stand a chance. "Pfft! light weight"
"What time is....is it?". Gohan slurred, his head was spinning as fast as his friend was driving. "I feel.....like a truck hit me". He closed his eyes as he massaged his temples in a circular motion. "Though that'd probably feel a lot better than this at the mo....moment". He tried to fight the urge to vomit.
"Pace yourself buddy! I don't want you puking in my new wheels". Sharpener complained. "It's only 1:15".He squinted trying to see through the darkness of the forest. Mt. Paozu was not exactly a highly populated area so there was very little reason for lamp posts. "Besides were almost at your house"
"Great". The demi-saiyan muttered. He leaned back against the soft leather cushioned seat and enjoyed the cool breeze. Originally he would be panicking, trying his hardest not to get caught by his parents. He figured if they found out about his routine sneak outs they would be disappointed by his behavior. Now it wasn't such a big deal anymore since they barely noticed he was alive. It was like that ever since his fathers return. He was always busy playing games with his brother, or sparring with Vegeta. Even his mother was Too busy to acknowledge him. She was either spending time with the Briefs, or with her husband. It didn't matter anymore though, they did their thing and he did his. Suddenly the car came to a halt.
"Think you can make it in without crashing into anything". Sharpener said as he helped his friend out of the Mercedes. He tried his best to hold his friend up and carry him. He guided him right up to the front door.
"I got it from h-here"
"You sure?". He released the intoxicated teen.
"Yeah I'm f-fine Eliza". Gohan slurred while trying to stand up straight. Sharpener shook his head. He walked back over to his car leaving the rest up to his friend.
"I'll call you tomorrow!". He called out from his car. "Adios!". He drove off into the darkness. Gohan barely heard him as he left he was too busy trying not to collapse on his front lawn. *THUMP!* Too late.....................
"GOHAN!! WAKE UP!!". Gohan jolted awake as the pint-sized demi- saiyan jumped on his belly. Gohan groaned in pain at the very loud and very obnoxious sound that pounded through his sensitive skull. He cradled his head with the large fluffy pillow, even though it could not block out the hyper 7 year-old.
"Go away". The sickly looking teen mumbled from underneath the pillow. It was more of a plea than a command.
"Don't you want any breakfast?". The small boy asked, as he pulled away his big brothers only protection against his cheery high pitched vocals.
"Breakfast?....Ugh...". Gohan felt another wave of nausea at the simple mention of food.
"You don't look so good". Goten tilted his head observing his brothers current state. "You look green, almost like Piccolo". Piccolo? Gohan thought for a moment. Was it possible that his former mentor brought him to his room last night? It was possible especially since he hadn't awaken to his mother's loud ranting about what a delinquent he can be at times. Gohan lightly pushed the small child aside so he could climb off his bed. As the sixteen year-old stood up he immediately felt the urge to vomit rising again. Within less than an instant he was in his bathroom doing just that.
.........Downstairs..............
"Gohan! Goten! your breakfast is getting cold!!". Chichi shouted, making some coffee for herself. She looked over to her husband, who at the moment was too busy finishing off his plate, and quickly moving on to theirs. ".....and eaten!". The small boy hopped down the flight of stairs.
"Unhand my BACON!". Goten ran up to his bacon fiend of a father and tried to pry his plate from the man's grasp. Goku was losing his grip due to all the grease on his fingers.
"Wait!—I'm just taking a small bite!". Goku whined as his youngest son reclaimed his breakfast. "Aww". The man pouted, the child stuck out his tongue in victory.
"Sweety, what's your brother doing?". The woman asked, she sat down and took a sip of her coffee. The small boy took a large gulp of his chocolate milk to wash down his food.
"He's in the bathroom—throwing up". Goten resumed back to his breakfast barely noticing the worried look on his mother's face. She immediately stood up to tend to her eldest son.
"Wait". The concerned woman was stopped by her husband. He started towards the stairs slowly. "I'll go see what's up. Besides I feel like I haven't seen Gohan in months!". He continued up the stairs and headed towards the bathroom.
"......Stupid Vi.....". Gohan grumbled, resting his head against the porcelain bowl. "Oh Gohan it's just a drinking contest!". He said in a girly high pitched tone imitating his girlfriend. "......And she sure won...". He said returning to his normal tone of voice. Suddenly his head began to throb fiercely as he heard a loud knocking on the door. "....Uhnnnn!.....what?"
"Uh?, Gohan you alright?". Goku asked, leaning against the bathroom door with his arms crossed.
"....M'fine". He mumbled. * Stupid Goten! Always blabbing everything!*. "Goten jumped on my stomach before so I'm Just a little queasy". Gohan replied, it wasn't completely a lie.
"Oh, ok!". Goku's concerned expression quickly turned to a more cheerful and relieved one. "Um...by the way Goten ate your breakfast!". The man shamelessly blamed his youngest for eating the boy's breakfast. "But don't worry, mom will make you a whole new batch!". He then disappeared down the stairs.
".....Uck........breakfast". Gohan quickly put his head back in the bowl.
.....Downstairs........
"Is he alright?". Chichi nervously walked up to her husband as he re-entered the kitchen. Goku placed his hands on his worried wife's shoulders. "Is he sick?". The woman demanded.
"He's fine". He said reassuringly. "Goten jumped on his stomach before, so he's just a little bit queasy". Chichi stormed into the living room, upset by her youngest child's carelessness. Goku followed her to make sure the child's punishment wasn't severe. The woman walked up to the small boy who at the moment was too busy watching Saturday morning cartoons. Before she could scold him the phone rang. She turned to her husband.
"I'll answer that, in the meantime you talk to your son!". Chichi left the room. Goku walked over to his son.
"Uh? hey pal.......uh?". Goku thought for a moment, he couldn't punish his children. That would make him look like an ogre or something, besides he was the cool parent. "You shouldn't bother your brother in the morning, you know how he gets.......whatcha watchin?". Goku plopped on the blue leather sofa, completely forgetting what he was originally supposed to do. Several minutes pass by, Gohan quietly stalked down the wooden, creaky steps trying his best not to alert anyone's attention. Unfortunately Goten noticed him before he could make it passed the living room. The small boy ran up to his brother.
"Gohan! where are you going! I wanna go to! Can I come too!! PLEASE!!". The seven year-old said barely taking time to breathe. Before Gohan could respond a very upset Chichi walked out of the kitchen. With crossed arms She began tapping her finger on her elbow impatiently as she stared at her eldest son.
"Good morning, sleepy head". She said with sarcasm. Gohan just looked at the woman in confusion. "Did you have fun last night?—I hope you did because it'll be the last time you leave this house for a month!". The teenager instantly new what she was talking about, he hung his head in defeat.
"Who told you—
"I just got a phone call from your friend Kyle's mom!". The unnerved woman cut him off, not wanting to hear any lame excuses. "She said that Kyle came home at 2 in the morning, completely intoxicated. Then he said that YOU and a bunch of other kids were also drinking at the party. Is this the same party that I asked you not to go to!?—You know what I don't care, your grounded!".
"Mom! this isn't fair!". Gohan spoke up. "You sent me to O.S. to make some new friends, and finally I do, and now your saying that I can't hang out with them because of a couple of drinks!—I got drunk once when I was four!—ask dad!". Chichi's angered expression turned to a puzzled one. Goku stood behind the woman shaking his head, hoping that his son didn't divulge further into the story. "Look I'm mature enough to do grown up things—now if you'll excuse me I have a date with a bowl of Count Chocoula". The tall demi-saiyan walked passed his parents and headed for the kitchen. Chichi turned to her husband.
"Four?". She raised a questioning eyebrow.
"U-uh?—come on Squirt let's go clean your room!". Goku grabbed his son and darted towards the stairs.
.......Capsule Corporation...........
"The new X Jet Cruiser is our top model right now and...". The aqua-haired woman's board meeting was interrupted by a loud boom. Everyone in the large office looked around confused as to what the loud crashing sound was, and where it was coming from. "Excuse me". She said as she left the office. She walked up to one of her employees. "What is going on out here! I have an important meeting, and I can't afford for anything to screw it up!". The frightened man pointed, Bulma looked to see a very pissed Saiyan prince, who at the moment was tossing the desks of her employees around while they were still sitting in them. She walked over to him casually. "Vegeta?".
"Can't talk. busy.". He continued whatever it was he was doing, completely disregarding his annoyed mate. "Argh!! where is it dammit!!!". He lifted a chair and tossed it across the room. All the employees ran out screaming.
"Where is what? what are you doing?!". She complained, finally the vertically challenged man ceased his ranting.
"I'm looking for my royal medallion!, its an heirloom that my father gave to me before......". Vegeta took a moment to gather his thought's. "Look! just help me locate it woman!". Bulma's features softened a bit, she new how important that medallion was to Vegeta. It was the only link to the prince's past. It was part of his pride.
"How did you lose it anyway?". Bulma asked, knowing that the thing didn't walk away on it's own. One of her clients stepped out of the large office to see what all the commotion was about.
"Is everything alright Mrs. Briefs?". The pudgy little man asked, looking from her then to Vegeta. Bulma nodded.
"Yes everything's fine, I'll be right with you". The aqua-haired woman replied.
"Please do, we are running on a tight schedule". The little man disappeared back into the office. As the man left Vegeta flipped him the finger.
"Wow". The woman looked at her husband in amazement. "Death has really softened you". The Prince shot her a cocky smirk. "But about the medallion, did you ask Trunks? You know how he loves to dress up in your Saiyan-suit". Vegeta thought about it for a moment. Instead cursing in a fit of rage he had a proud look on his face. His son's worship of him really surprised him at times. "Listen babe we'll talk later, I have to shmooz with a bunch of uptight snobs who are ready to throw a lot of money my way". Before the two could depart her secretary appeared with what looked to be important news.
"Mrs. Briefs! there's someone here to see you in the lobby!". The young blonde secretary squeaked with excitement.
"Whoever it is will have to wait Cammy, I'm at a meeting". Said the tiresome woman. What now? Bulma sighed.
"Oh! But he's really REALLY cute!". The girl explained. "He has all these muscles and stuff! and like the nicest blue eyes, although the lavender hair is kinda weird—but who cares!". The girl's description caught her attention.
"You said he has lavender hair?—Is his name by any chance Trunks?". Bulma wondered if her son from the Mirai timeline had returned.
"Well um? like I don't really know his name". Cammy answered, twirling her finger in her hair. "Oh! But he did sorta look like him!". She pointed to Vegeta. "Only taller....A lot taller". Bulma and Vegeta looked at each other puzzled.
..........At The Kame House............
"Where did you get all this stuff?!". Krillin gasped, there were shopping bags from the floor to the ceiling.
"I bought this stuff with the money that Hercule gave me". 18 turned to the pint-sized man as she held a glamorous dress up. "Isn't this adorable? This was my first time shopping re-tail"
"That's nice, but why would Hercule just GIVE away his money—You didn't sleep with him did you?!". Suddenly the small man was sent flying across the room.
"NO! I did NOT sleep with him!". 18 hissed, angry at her husbands utter stupidity, and ability to over exaggerate. "It's the money he promised me after I blackmailed him at the tournament". Krillin climbed out from under a pile of shopping bags. He stood up on wobbly legs.
"You black-mailed him!?". He said, almost feeling sorry for the idiot. "I'm not exactly a fan of Hercule's—but that's just wrong!".
"I bought you a bunch of stuff too". The icy blonde interrupted his little speech about moral standards.
"Ooh! what'd you get me!". He hopped up and down like a giddy little child. 18 suddenly had an angry expression upon her normally cool and calm face as she looked past the man hopping up and down.
"What do you want?". The blonde spat, as she gazed upon the figure standing in the doorway. Krillin stopped jumping. He turned to see whom she was talking to.
"Thought I'd stop by to say hi". The young man said smoothly. He rested his weight against the doorway. He had shoulder length black hair, sharp cat-like eyes that were pale blue, and had a lean build. He smirked at the couple in an arrogant manner. "Hi".
.........To Be Continued.................
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A/N: Sorry if anyone in this fic seems OOC. I'm sort of new at this whole writing thing—well I have started a fic before, but it was crappy and unorganized. Oh! and the action will start in later chapters, maybe even the third chapter! next chapter will be up soon. Don't forget to R/R!