CHAPTER ONE!

THE EARTH SHAKES

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN DBZ...THATS PRETTY MUCH IT.

P.S. THIS IS A TEASER!!!

Gohan's reflection resembled someone entirely new that day. As he straitened out his glossy tuxedo and checked his appearence thouroughly he wondred what it would be like to look into the mirror and see, not one, but two people. Today was the day; the day his other half would become whole.

"Are you sure you want your hair so gelled back like that?" His father, Goku sprang up from behind him. "I mean, Videl's probably not going to recognize you since you look like you just went swimming."

"Well we all can't have wild, 'blowing the the breeze' hair like your, dad." Gohan retorted. His hair, in his mind, looked absolutly fine. In fact, everything around him looked so perfect that he didn't want to touch a thing no matter what his friends said.

The groom's room was decently decked out with classical paintings and furniture that looked too delicate to the lightest touch. Videl had picked the classiest church for such an occasion on account that she really didn't want Goku or any of the other men to ruin her wedding. Everything had to be as flawless and untouchable as humanly possible. Sort of like how she viewed her future marriage to be like.

The best men had been waiting patiently in the classical armchairs as the bridesmaids and other guests prepared themselves for hours on end. Gohan had to be the only 'girl' in the room that had to spend every moment on how he looked. Then again, he had 'the rest of his life' as an excuse.

"Actually, Gohan, i think that your dad's right," Krillen lazily said from his comfortable seat. "You look better when your hair's tossled a bit like your dad's or mine."

"Well, I'm not trying to make it look like your hair," Gohan snapped the slightest bit out of nervousness. "I want it to look like my hair!"

"What about my hair?" Yamcha said sleeking his hair back.

A drop of burning, gray ash fell lightly on the arabian rug and Vegeta blew out an aggravated puff of smoke. "He said he wanted his hair notpubic hair...jackass." Vegeta leaned on the side of the window pane waiting anything but patiently. After a long period of time listening to women converstaions he could no longer go without a smartass comment.

"Well, no body asked you..." Yamcha mumbled under his breath.

The room was quiet after that. Gohan went back to evaluating himself. The last chunk of ash heavily dropped to the floor and so did a cigarette butt, still shining brightly from the orange embers. Vegeta dug his glossy shoes into the butt and smeared the expensive carpet.

He and Gohan were the only souls that squirmed a single movement since the other boys of the Z team had found a comfortable chair to wait in for hours until the wedding started, which would probably be the next century.

With a hesitant, almost weak, budge, Vegeta moved from his spot and headed towards the restroom. No eyes followed him as he passed though the strange twitching to his fingers was highly distracting.

The final click of the door shutting was a release for him and he threw his arms to the sink ledge to steady himself.

"No, not here," he whispered to himself. Though his words were cold that day he had a warm heart for Gohan and Videl's love for each other. He couldn't let this minor inconvenience ruin their day.

Vegeta dug his hand frantically into his pocket and felt the prickle against his sweaty skin. He yanked the needle out and also grabbed the small bottle he kept in his coat. He filled the siringe to the half way mark and set it down for a few seconds to roll up his sleeve. The hard and anxious tapping of his fingers increased his already hasty blood flow. Vegeta snatched the needle and almost jabbed his forarm with its sharp tip.

Slowly, he let the liquid circulate into his veins and sink into his nerves where it would do its job just like everyday. There was no high or hallucinating like one would think. Just relief. As soon as the drugs lips touched his skin, there was no more pain and he could go back to his 'old' self for the rest of the day.

Vegeta let out a staggred sigh and smiled to himslef in the mirror. "It's gone," he said to his reflection.

Suddenly, the bathroom door flew open. Vegeta seized the bottle and needle and stashed them under this tux coat. His eyes were still red but that was the least of his problems as he awaited his unwelcomed visitor.

Goten stood at the door frame with an astonished, and yet, confused look on his face.

"Vegeta, what are you doing in here?" he said with suspicion.

Vegeta scoffed and pointed to the urinal. "What the hell does it look like, kid?"

Goten dared not even to raise an eyebrow even though he was almost sure that was not the case. "Well ok, sorry. Just wanted to tell you that everyone's coming out! Videl and Gohan are getting married in exactly one minute!

Goten raced out the door with no second glances at Vegeta. Once he knew it was secure, Vegeta pushed his 'medication' into his pocket and took a dissapointing glance into the brass-lined mirrors.

"You just love to lie, don't you?"

KEEP GOING? i HAVE SOME CRAZY IDEAS FOR THIS ONE! I HAVE TO GET SOME REVIEWS BEFORE I UPDATE THOUGH. TELL ME HOW IT IS AND HOW YOU LIKE IT!!

P.S. HIS SECRET IS NOT THAT HE'S ON DRUGS...DUH! LOL