Just a little whatever fic that I thought of, hopefully you will find it somewhat humorous. I guess it's AU, starting out right when Vege-chan sacrifices himself to kill off Buu.
Nope, no disclaimer, I have sworn them off…
~~All in Me~~
Floating, Watching. Watching my own body--which had turned to stone of all things—fall to the ground, shattering into a thousand pieces upon contact. What to do now? Aren't I supposed to go to Ano-yo? Where was Snake Way? Last time I died, I never bothered hanging around. Everything went black, and then that long road surrounded by fluffy white clouds appeared.
At least I can still sense ki. The ki of living beings. I wonder idly if I am also sensing other such wandering spirits, and I fly quickly towards my son's ki. Will anyone be able to see me? Sense me or hear me? Maybe I can enter their dreams, like on those entertainment programs my mate enjoys watching.
Oh kami, Bulma won't be too thrilled about this. She'll go on though, she is strong like that. How long will I be stuck like this? When is it my turn to go on to the next life?
The Namek is still holding the two brats, and the one who-used-to-have-no-hair looks unhappy. I try to raise my ki, and allow myself to turn Super Saiyajin. They both continue to stare towards the dissipating mushroom cloud—I smirk as the island is overrun with large waves, destroying inanimate objects is still one of my hobbies—respect shining in their eyes. And shock. Well, I knew my actions would surprise them, but their respect caught me off guard. Not that it mattered, their fighting abilities were laughable at best, especially the un-bald one. They should have respected me long ago.
But they aren't impressed with the size of my explosion—though I am, slightly—and I refuse to even consider that they are admiring my selflessness.
I knew the brat wasn't hurt by my blow, and I wander away from the four, feeling rather bored. Heading towards the nearest city, I decide to see if my energy attacks have any effect on, well, anything. Finding no reason to start off small, I shoot off a large Big Bang, aiming it directly at the tallest building. A few windows are open, one with a plant on the edge, which spirals down towards the street. I listen eagerly for the following crash and scream. That was a good one, and it opens up a large door for general mischief, though my largest attack only has the smallest of effects. I try not to let my disgruntlement get in the way of my leisure time, after all, I am one of the most powerful beings in the universe.
I spend a few hours enjoying myself, determined to wait patiently for Ano-yo. Not that I'm really looking forward to leaving…at least here I can cause a little annoyance, and hell isn't on the horizon. I watch as that idiot Kakarott barely manages to defeat the ugly pink thing (which somehow survived my efforts).
Damn Kakarott.
I am amongst the happily reunited as they rejoice at Kami's Lookout, but it troubles me that my mate and child are standing alone, looking less than happily reunited. Of course, they had no one to reunite with. Other than their wimpy, moronic friends. I realize that I could actually do something to the scarred one now, and no one would even realize it. I form a very large ball of ki, at least as large as the one that moved the dumb plant. No, I shouldn't call that plant dumb. It was at least smarter than the scarred one, and Kakarott as well. But at least Kakarott had bravery, which the plant also had, when it leapt off that windowsill without a second thought.
I release the blast at the cowardly stupid thing—I can't even call it a man—and It is knocked onto Its sorry rear. I laugh loudly as all present turn to stare, and eventually join in my laughing fit. It turns bright red, standing up quickly, making lame excuses about being worn out. The coward didn't even fight! My son, Kakarott and his two brats are surely the only ones who could complain of weariness. They wear their blood and wounds like badges of courage.
Even Bulma brightens up, telling It to quit whining and get over itself. Trunks puts in his opinion also, telling It off in less than appropriate language. No, I was not mistaken in telling him how proud I am of him, he has proven himself time and again. My mate is now angry with the boy, and he is forced to apologize to It. Trunks! Stooping to apologize to It! How could Bulma do that, betray her own child?
But all too soon I am bored again, and I fly slowly home.
Halfway there the witch--Baba, I think—catches up with me, floating on her crystal ball, face frowning eternally. Finally, some answers. I hate depending on others, but this can't be avoided.
"What am I still doing here?" I question her darkly.
"Well, rather blunt aren't we?" Glowering darkly at her, I will the witch to explain.
"Alright alright, no need to throw a hissy fit. Since you seem to prefer bluntness, I'll get right down to it. Your soul is, for lack of a better word, tied to someone else's. You are stuck here until they die, thereby freeing their soul and yours at the same time. There are ways of communicating with this person, and only this person, but you must find them on your own, as I am not authorized to tell you any more than I have. Enjoy your wait, Vegeta."
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End Chapter 1
Well, I know that didn't have you roaring with laughter or anything, I guess I'm just too excited about this being a good fic with some humor. I really think I am more humorous in real life, but there's no way for you to judge that, ne?
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To Change the Future
http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=540213
What if Vegeta was forced to raise Bra alone? Bulma and Trunks come back for a visit (yep, BOTH Bulmas and Trunks'…) Just check it out, as I am still figuring out this whole summary business!