Disclaimer: Don't sue me cuz I don't own… Akira Toriyama-sama does though and thank Kami for it!
And don't sue me for hurting this beautiful language, I'm trying my best UU
This is my FIRST ever fic (oO) be nice. It's Vejiita x Gokuu and some Trunks x Goten (probably is going to end with some lemon scenes but I'm not sure yet), so don't read if you don't like this kinda thing… Flamers are welcome though.. Winter's coming
Right now I have no beta-reader so if you see some mistakes, try not to mind it too much. I've re-read the chapters a few times but still could've missed some.
Also about the names… I've probably mixed a couple of versions in this fic, but since we all know who is who then I guess that won't be a problem. I'm gonna stick with Gokuu and Vejiita 'more' Japanese reading cuz I just love how you have to drag out the syllables their names 3
Ok, on with the story & have a nice reading!
The Prince of Air by schu-was-here
01. Of aliens and pooThe Southern Islands basked in orange light as the sun was setting into the darkening vast sea. The seagulls cried as the tranquil waves met the golden shore and dispersed into the sand. The gentle wind caressed the palms and rocked them along a nonexistent melody.
The people of the islands led a simple life of fishermen, hunters and farmers. As the day was nearing it's end they returned home, to their little cottages where their wives awaited with dinner and a bunch of children eager to hear the day's story. It was truly a peaceful evening scene, not disturbed by anything…
BOOOOOOM!
…but Son Gokuu's and his latest student, Uub's, training session.
It was by now a common occurrence on the islands that once in a while a giant explosion on the sea or an earthquake should happen. The villagers took little or no notice of that now - it didn't affect their lives very much anyway and it wasn't worth the time nor the will to try to stop the man responsible for the disruption of their normal existence.
The weird martial artist training young Uub, was in fact a good thing to happen to the villagers. Not only did he give them a great amount of money not wanting anything in return, but he also stayed and helped with the hunting and fishing. Thanks to him, the people were now living decently and didn't have to fear death from starvation. Well, at least not due to financial and natural reasons.
The amounts of food he devoured daily could easily feed the entire village for a week and the people were glad they needn't use their own supplies to nourish him. He hunted for himself - he even got rid of all the big monsters that used to disturb the islands, saying it's been a very long time since he's eaten venison.
Right now, it was given, that after such an explosive work-out, the spike-headed warrior would gladly wolf down a table or four full of food.
As the waves caused by the explosion quieted and the vapour disappeared, two figures appeared, flying towards shore.
"Uwaaah! That was a great Kamehameha you threw there, Uub!" said Gokuu grinning and stretching, while the pair turned in the direction of Uub's house. The top of his blue gi was thorn into shreds, his face was charred and the spikes of his hair were still leaving a trail of smoke behind, but he couldn't be happier. Since the beginning of his training about a year ago the boy has made a great deal of progress, today surprising Gokuu with his own favourite technique being blasted into his face.
"I'm sorry, Gokuu-san! I really thought you'd dodge that." The boy blushed. He was so sure his attack would be avoided, he almost lost his balance in the air when the wave hit Gokuu right between the eyes. He scrambled to his teacher side, almost hysterical, and literarily fell when Gokuu started to laugh cheerfully. He knew his teacher was weird, but why would anyone be happy when his face was turned into a cinder…?
"Aw, stop it already! I said I was fine. You just surprised me, that's all. I didn't think you'd be able to make a Kamehameha just yet," he put one hand behind his head, rubbing at his old scar. Well, he should've been prepared. The boy was the reincarnation of Buu who could master any technique he'd seen in seconds. He'd have to be more attentive from now on.
They touched the sand with a soft tap of their feet. Gokuu felt like having a nice long swim in the cool waves, but his stomach argued – it hasn't been filled since morning and the strain of training was making it grumble angrily. Deciding for a quick bath, they both threw their tattered clothes off – finally Gokuu had someone who felt equally unashamed of nudity – and jumped into the sea. After a minute or two of silly splashing around they scratched their heads from dirt and charcoal, got out and dressed. Gokuu decided the gi was no longer wearable so he went to Uub's house topless.
Uub's mom and three sisters have just finished preparing the meal, or rather a feast according to their standards, and were waiting with the rest of their family for the two to return.
"So, Gokuu-san, is Uub making progress?" asked Pa, while sitting at the table. He was eager to hear of his son's talents. He was very proud of his oldest child and was deeply moved when Gokuu offered to train him seeing his potential.
"Yup! Today he used my own technique against me and caught me off guard!" said Gokuu beaming. He wore a red tank top with a big black sign that read 'Niku Daisuki(1)' – a present he once got from Goten. "He learns so fast I'm going to have to ascend soon to be a challenge for him."
At that Uub's face turned the deepest shade of crimson seen on Earth.
"What are you saying, Gokuu-san? I have absolutely no chance against your blond form! You'd pulverise me."
"Ah, yes, what is that yellow-haired thing you turn into Gokuu-san?" asked Ma. She knew little about fighting and everything her son was telling her about his trainings was like magic to her. She didn't protest in hearing about it but it made no sense to her whatsoever.
"Ma! It's not a yellow-thing!" Uub jumped in his sit in exasperation, blushing furiously – his mother could be so blunt sometimes.
"It's ok," laughed Gokuu merrily, stuffing his face with a piece of a roasted dinosaur. "It's called a Super Saiyajin. I thought I told you that already."
The family members shook their heads. The smallest girl's eyes turned round as plates and stared at him with rapt curiosity.
"Oh, I guess not," he shrugged.
"Gokuu-san, what is a S-Super Sa… that thing you said? It sounds cool!" asked Uub's 6 year old brother, Umu. Gokuu grinned – he liked this little boy. He reminded him of Goten, so full of energy and honesty.
"Well, I'm Saiyajin, and when I power up, my hair turn golden, eyes green and my power raises greatly. Then I'm a Super Saiyajin." He said, gulping down a bowl of rice and reaching for another one. They stared at him dumbfounded for a while, then Pa found his tongue.
"Gokuu-san! You say you're that Saiya-something like you weren't a human. Hahaha!"
"I'm not."
Silence filled the dining room, except for Gokuu's constant munching. Then Umu shouted.
"Wow! Gokuu-san is an alien!"
"Umu! That's so rude! Go to your room!" snapped Ma. She was usually calm, but when her children showed disrespect to her guests she could be very strict.
"But Maaaa!" whined Umu.
"No, no, it's ok, Mrs. Ma. I really am an alien. No need to send the kid off without dessert," laughed Gokuu and patted Umu on the head. The boy smiled.
"Well, um, Gokuu-san, uh, we knew you were a bit different than us, but an… an alien?" started Pa uncomfortably. His son was being taught how to fight by a super strong alien – he'd just have to learn to accept that. But then again, it really wasn't going to be that hard, since Gokuu was already though of as a weirdo.
"So, Gokuu-san! What kind of other alien super powers do you have?" chirped Umu, his three sisters equally curious. Even Uub, his embarrassment lifting, looked at him expectantly waiting for answers.
"Yeah, well, I'm really not so different from a human on the outside," shrugged Gokuu. He was sure though he told them about this once, but then again, maybe he really did forget to mention this little fact. Better later than never, he thought. "All Saiyajin are strongly built, have dark hair and eyes, oh, except for Trunks. He's got lavender hair and blue eyes from his mom…"
"ALL Saiyajin? You mean there's more of them?" Pa's jaw was hanging above the table – more aliens on Earth! Who would've thought! His wife was being politely quiet, casting hidden incredulous glances at her cheerful guest. The children on the other hand were spellbound, their eyes shining. Well, they lived in a sheltered community with no television, no wonder they found their friend being an alien the most exciting thing ever.
"Yup, now there's seven of us with Saiyajin blood in them. There's only me and Vejiita, who are full-blooded, the rest have some human blood in them. There are my sons, Gohan and Goten, Vejiita's son Trunks and daughter Bra and my granddaughter Pan – she's only a quarter-Saiyajin, but she's very strong for her age. She's the one who fought before us in the tournament. The rest of them was there too."
"You mean that little girl was your granddaughter? No wonder she was so strong!" Uub cried excitedly, turning to his stunned parents. "She defeated a really big and strong man in two seconds! But wait. Didn't the announcer say she was Mr. Satan's granddaughter?"
"She is. My oldest son and Mr. Satan's daughter are married and Pan is their kid."
"Mr. Satan and Gouku-san are relatives!" Ma stood up suddenly, surprising everyone, and making Gokuu choke on his mutton. Uub ran to him and patted his back until he gulped everything down and sighed with relief. Ma still stared at him incredulously so he nodded. "My son is the pupil of Mr. Satan's daughter's father-in-law… the saviour of Earth…" she mumbled and fell to the floor. Pa and Uub ran to her, while Gokuu tried to understand the strange way of associating him with the Martial Arts World Champion.
"Uub! You're the luckiest boy on Earth! Not only is your teacher a student of Mr, Satan, but also a part of his family! Oh joy!" Cried Pa, hugging his unconscious wife and patting his oldest son on the back. Gokuu chuckled. Of course he wouldn't disagree with Mr. Satan being the hero who saved the world from Buu – that was a deal they made a long time ago, but being thought as his student… well, if that made them happy, then there's no need denying it from them.
"So, Mr. Satan has aliens in his family. Then of course we won't have any problems with you being one, Gokuu-san!" Gokuu laughed at that – it was astounding how much influence on simple people the old champion had. "Oh, Uub, Umu, girls! This is great news! Tomorrow you can tell everyone about this."
"I bet they'll be so shocked that Gokuu-san is an alien" cried Umu, the news of his brother's teacher being alien, seemed more significant to him then his relation to the World Champion. "Mami and Oku will never believe it!"
Gokuu grinned – he remembered how shocked he himself had been when he met his brother and learned he wasn't of this planet. If it wasn't for his tail, he'd never believe it. Oh, right! His tail!
"Hey, you know that I had a tail once!" Umu's and Uub's eyes grew wider. Pa went to put his wife to bed so the children stood up from the table and surrounded Gokuu, their faces lit with excitement.
"Really? Was it furry? What did it look like? Did you wag it like a doggy? Was it long? Why don't you have it?" suddenly countless questions arose and Gokuu had some trouble finding answers to some of them, like for example, if he ever used it to get rid of flies like cows do.
"What is this ruckus?"
"Pa! Pa! Gokuu-san used to have a tail!" chirped the smallest girl. Pa found it hard to maintain his vertical position, as his face lost some of it's colour. He smiled politely and ushered the children, to their immense dissatisfaction and eruption of whines, to bed, saying that it's enough bed-time stories for one evening.
Chuckling, Gokuu said 'goodnight' and flew to his cabin near the jungle. He thought about his 'alien' family before falling asleep. He didn't miss them too much, focusing his all thoughts on Uub's training, but sometimes, during nights like this, he would find it hard not to get a little lonely. The villagers were all nice, and Uub and Umu treated him like some kind of hero, but he missed his own boys. He missed how Gohan would fret over Pan's will to fight instead playing with toys like all her kindergarten friends, or how Goten would try to pretend he was sick only to skip their training to hang out with Trunks at CC. And oh, how he missed the proud prince! The spars with him were the things he was always looking forward to before he'd left to teach Uub. He was keen on seeing his grumpy exterior and stubbornness, and how he pretended to be indifferent to everything that surrounded him – the best way to see he was faking it was to sneak into CC when he was alone with Bra. The little princess had him curled around her finger the moment she was born. Oh yes, seeing them together was the best! Vejiita would forget he was supposed to be angry and tense and then act like a normal daddy would.
Gokuu grinned.
He'd known Vejiita had some gentle emotions in him, even when the prince had tried to kill him… every time he had tried. But those attempts never seemed to get to Gokuu the way they were expected to. When he should be angry, he was happy that in Vejiita's eyes he was seen as a worthy opponent. It was the charismatic prince who taught him to be proud of his Saiyajin heritage. Gokuu could never relate to the race the way Vejiita did, but he was extremely happy that it helped him and the prince get closer. They were the last pure-blooded members of their race and it made him feel special. And by being the strongest in the galaxy, he felt the need to protect this blood… the blood of his people.
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Morning came faster than he'd like to. He had a nice dream where he'd sparred with Vejiita, who had finally ascended to SSJ3 and the fight ended with a draw. Then there was a big party at Bulma's with tons and tons of his favourite foods. He didn't remember the occasion but that wasn't important. And just when he was about to take his first bite of a tasty looking steak he woke up.
At first he was sure a tornado hit the village, there was so much noise. But then he looked out of the window and saw the source of the monstrous racket.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh! He's awake! He's AWAKE!" screamed a girl at the top of her lungs and Gokuu had to cover his ears to save his hearing. It appeared that the all children, teens and even older people from the islands had gathered around his cabin. Gokuu absorbed the mob wide-eyed, drops of sweat appearing on his forehead.
"GOKUU-SAAAAN!" Umu and his sisters stood on a fallen tree, above the crowd, about 15 feet from him, waving to him, their faces beaming with pride. Gokuu sweat-dropped. Well, at least now he knew what had happened to earn him this unusual wake-up call – Umu must've taken his father's words very seriously and the story of his being an alien spread. Faster then news in TV, he thought.
During the whole morning and half of the afternoon, Gokuu had a tail of excited children following him everywhere he went. He couldn't decide which was whispered more often: 'Mr. Satan' or 'alien'.
Uub had not agreed to train with such an enormous audience, even if it wasn't him, the large-eyed crowd was ogling. He apologized to his teacher about a hundred times for his brother's big mouth and the villager's lack of respect towards him, but Gokuu just laughed it off and called it a holiday. But as much as he didn't want to disappoint the children, after answering the most questions directed at him at once in his life, not to mention they were also the hardest to answer ever, and turning Super for about forty times – Gokuu was tired. Uub somehow managed to chase the juvenile mob away and Gokuu had some time to relax. He went to his favourite place with a tiny lake, that resembled one of his fishing spots back at home.
It was about 3 p.m. but he felt like sleeping, the kids wore him out with their insatiable curiosity. He threw himself on the fresh grass and breathed in the nature surrounding him. Life was so good… Gokuu yawned. The birds chirped cheerfully and cheeky monkeys played in the treetops. They grabbed the branches with their tails and swung. Funny. The sky was so pretty and blue…
Suddenly it turned black, surprising him. He heard startled screams coming from the village. Someone has summoned Shenron! Gokuu shrugged inwardly at first – it might be Bulma, she said something about asking for life-long youth. But then he shivered, having a bad feeling.
Deciding it wouldn't hurt to check and make sure if some evil maniac didn't want to rule over the Earth he IT'ed to the dragon's ki.
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The seven balls glowed with golden light on the sandy ground, three big robots surrounding them, all overshadowed by the tangled silhouette of the mighty wish-granting dragon.
King Pilaf was gloating.
Finally, after so many misadventures with the dragon balls and so many interruptions from that pesky little Son Gokuu, the glorious day when he took over the world has come at last. The little blue guy and his henchmen trembled with excitement and shook when the dragon spoke with his booming voice.
"You have summoned me. I can grant any two wishes. What is your first wish?"
Pilaf took a small step closer to the dragon, gulped and then threw his hands above his head and cried:
"Shenron! I wish to become the ruler…!" At that precise moment a tall figure appeared before his face, startling him and making him fall hard on his butt.
"Ooh, it's you guys again!" Pilaf and his team gasped. It was the same, high pitched voice that haunted the little wannabe-king, since the day they had met. He looked up. Then a little higher. And a bit more. Then he saw the most horrible thing that could've emerged from his worst nightmare – a grinning, all grown-up, big and muscular, Son Gokuu!
"Y…you…!" stammered Pilaf, crawling back to hide behind Mai's knees. "Wha… what are you doing here!"
"You guys wanted to ask the Dragon to give you power to rule over the world again, didn't you?" Gokuu said in an exasperated voice, shaking his finger at the quivering three. "You know I can't let you do that! Every human should be equal, you know?"
They exchanged glances, trying to figure out how to get back at Gokuu's logic, then Mai screamed, pointing:
"Look! Isn't that a pile of poo?" Gokuu looked around him.
"Huh? Where?"
Pilaf blushed and was about to share his disgust at Mai's joke with the audience, when she pointed at the dragon.
"Now, King Pilaf! Make your wish!"
"Ah, dammit!"
"Ah, ok! I wish to rule…"
"Make all Saiyajin have their tails back!"
"…over the world…! Noooo!"
"It's done," said the dragon, unfazed. "What's your sec…"
"We don't want anything now! Go back to the dragon balls!" yelled Gokuu before Pilaf could get the chance to use the second wish.
"Hn, I'm off then," and with that the ridiculously long dragon disappeared with a blinding flash, the balls flying away and the sky turning blue once again.
Pilaf fell to his knees.
"Noooo! After all the trouble of finding all the dragon balls and not to mention hearing that appalling poo-joke of Mai, I still got defeated!" He turned his eyes at Goku, fuming, his blue face violet from a furious blush. "It's all your fault! You despicable… uh…monkey!
Gokuu turned to face him when his tail appeared behind his head, swishing happily. He grinned.
"I guess I am a bit monkey, hehe. But don't try that ever again, ok? I'm always gonna stop you."
He walked to the trio, who, seeing him move, curled up against each other, Pilaf squashed in the middle. The heap jumped when Gokuu crouched before them, then flashed his canines in a lopsided grin and disappeared, IT'ing back to his cabin.
A howl of agony was heard in the desert.
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(1) 'I love meat' ;;
Oookaaay, that's it for the first part, hope you liked it Reviews are verrrrrrry welcome, gotta know if I should stick with writing it (but please don't say 'no, you suck, don't bother with it!' cuz I already have 8 chapters finished;;;
Gonna update when I get some R's, I'll try to do it soon.