Disclaimer: I do not own characters from DragonBall Z or Spider-Man, I do, however, own the plot of the story, so don't take it. Bare with me, this is going to be a long story....

Of Ki and Webs

Carl A. Stanley

Intro:

Stories from different genres may seem somewhat quite annoying, especially those that don't mix. But what if something different fit, and needed to be realized by the people, to bring people to realize the side of a different story, one that will merge them together.

1:

The ground quaked with mighty blows, earth cracking and tumbling to the ground, everything seeming to rattle with intense pressure. Yellow and blue beams of energy struck different points in the ground, the Earth seeming to shake with anger.

Grunts and curses were heard from two thousand feet above the raging Earth.

"C'mon Kakkarot, I know you can do better than that," Vegeta raged as he continued to sling ki blasts faster than the average human eye can see. After a few hundred more blasts, Vegeta stared greedily into the curling, twisting, black smoke that loomed above the clouds.

Vegeta almost seemed to be salivating, his lips twitching in a somewhat contemptuous grin. But something happened in that split second of his insanity, something that outright enraged him. A finger tapped him on the shoulder.

"Vegeta, I think we're finished for the day," Goku said, his body flashing it's golden aura. "You seem to be letting your anger get pumped up..."

Vegeta rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, sighing in a heavy way.

"What do you know Kakkarot," Vegeta asked, his breathing still heavy from all the energy he had just put off. He released his anger the best he could, slowly dropping to the earth below, the wind rushing past his now blackening hair as he returned to normal form. Goku dropped after him, his golden aura also being replaced by one of a blue color as he dropped to his lower form.

Had they not done this so many times, it would've been a unique experience. The clouds rushed past them as the Earth seemed to steadily rise towards their feet. Both Saiyans landed on a plateau a couple hundred feet above the rocky desert terrain.

"You left an incredible crater about two miles northwest of here Vegeta," Goku said, a slight grin on his face, "You've been training a lot lately, haven't you?"

"Whatsit to ya'?"

"Oh noting, but you'd think you were preparing for something."

"Who would've thought the Saiyan Prince would be criticized for training."

"Well, no Vege..," Goku stammered as Vegeta turned to him, his narrow eyes slit into a dangerous glare.

"I'M NOT JUST GOING TO STAND BY AND LET YOU BECOME ANY MORE STRONGER THAN ME KAKKAROT," Vegeta roared, a large vein throbbing on his forehead. "I WILL not be the one to stand by and watch you save us every time! The OTHERS may chant your name, but I have too much pride in my heritage to succumb to THAT!"

Goku stood his ground, his anger finally reaching it's boiling point.

"I'M TIRED OF THIS VEGETA," Goku screamed back. "I'm tired of you always BITCHING about your pride. I'm sorry if I happened to think of nothing BUT training. I have lived and breathed this life since I landed on Earth. Grandfather started me and Master Roshi trained me. I don't spend half of my training sessions griping at something someone else can do!"

Vegeta was the one to take a few steps back. Goku was pulsing with energy, electricity shooting around his body in rhythm. His body was trembling, veins up and down his body swelling. He looked at the presumably petrified Vegeta, his once proud eyes now swelling with a terrified shadow.

"Do something about it now Vegeta," said Goku in a soft, slow voice. "Do something now or promise to stop this complaining, or your going to be complaining down the line about missing your right arm. And then I'll kill you for that."

Vegeta lowered his head and felt something fresh, something he really hasn't felt before. Regret. He let out a tired, worn out sigh and sat down heavily on the edge of the plateau.

"I'm sorry," Vegeta said as he made sure to hide his face on Goku. "It's just that I don't feel much like the Prince of all Saiyans when there's someone of the same race who is in an entirely different level."

Vegeta sat there, not wanting to look at Goku. Goku walked behind Vegeta and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"It's not like I asked for all this power," Goku began. "But since I have it, I might as well use it to defend the planet I love."

"Oh what a passionate speech, Goku," A startling voice from behind them spoke up.

Goku and Vegeta turned to see Krillin standing there, his face broken into a bright grin.

"You really shouldn't sneak up on a Saiyan if you value your life, Earthling," Vegeta snorted, contempt gleaming in his eyes.

Krillin put his hands up and backed off, but Vegeta and Goku just shared a bout of laughter. Krillin then explained how he found them and told them how ChiChi was expecting Goku home for dinner. So, with that, the three men, men who have shared battle after battle together, blasted off towards the west, each with a distinctive blue aura surrounding them.

About twenty miles into the flight, the three men went their separate way, Vegeta blasting off towards West City and Krillin veering off east towards his own home. Goku enjoyed flying, but instead continued his journey home by using the Instant Transmission. His stomach had begun to rumble.