I don't own the DBZ characters, so don't sue me. This is my first fanfic
and I kinda like it. Just read to find out what it's about.
Vegeta was sitting in his room, waiting for a big fighting challenge. His father, King Vegeta, came in. The young prince looked at him, with his normal look. Then King Vegeta spoke to him: "I think we have a good bodyguard for you." Vegeta looked confused at his father and replied: "I don't need a bodyuard, I'm strong enough to take care of myself!" The King dragged Vegeta with him to the room where they had to go.
When Vegeta was in the room where his father brought him to, he looked up. He saw a big guy with bulky muscles. "Who is this, father?" asked Vegeta. "This is Nappa, your bodyguard." replied King Vegeta. Vegeta took a good look at Nappa and said: "He looks like a weakling!" Nappa wanted to laugh very hard, but he managed to keep it inside. Vegeta stepped out of the room and wanted to walk away. The King went after him.
"Vegeta! Nappa is going to be your bodyguard!" yelled Vegeta's father. Vegeta stopped and looked at his father. "You really think that this guy is strong, don't you?" asked the young Saiyan prince. His father looked down at Vegeta and said: "Yes, he won the tournament we held to give you a good bodyguard. Vegeta, I only want the best for you." Vegeta looked in his father's eyes. Then he ran back to the room where Nappa was.
"Nappa, let me fight you!" yelled Prince Vegeta. Nappa only wanted to laugh harder then. "Okay, kid, let's see what you can do against me." he replied. King Vegeta ran into the room. He yelled to Vegeta: "You can be killed by this guy!" "No, I can't." he replied. Vegeta looked at his father. The King agreed that Vegeta could fight Nappa.
Vegeta was already standing in fighting pose. Nappa was surprised that a kid his age was already fighting. Then he went into his fighting pose, ready to knock this kid out for good. "You can have the first punch." said Vegeta to the big Nappa. "That's too generous. But I think I will." replied the strong guy. He ran to Vegeta and Vegeta jumped into the sky.
"It seems that you missed me." said Vegeta with a nagging voice. Nappa looked at him and he was surprised again. Vegeta was flying, at that young age! Vegeta went down and ran to Nappa. Nappa felt something at his legs, that made him fall. When he was laying on the ground, he didn't know what was going on. Then he saw the young, but strong, Saiyan prince flying above him. "And this is the final blow!" yelled Vegeta. Nappa saw Vegeta coming down and he didn't know what the little prince would do.
When Vegeta landed, Nappa felt a horrible pain in his face. When he wanted to stand up, he couldn't. He didn't know what was going on. Then he heard the King say: "Vegeta, you are strong, but you need him as a bodyguard." "But dad, I only planted my elbow in his face and he is down for good." replied Vegeta, with a sad and nagging tone in his voice. "You need a bodyguard and you will get one!" yelled the Great King. Nappa didn't believe it. He was defeated by a little brat! Then he was transferred to the hospital. He was defeated, and in some kind of way, he was proud.
Vegeta was sitting in his room, waiting for a big fighting challenge. His father, King Vegeta, came in. The young prince looked at him, with his normal look. Then King Vegeta spoke to him: "I think we have a good bodyguard for you." Vegeta looked confused at his father and replied: "I don't need a bodyuard, I'm strong enough to take care of myself!" The King dragged Vegeta with him to the room where they had to go.
When Vegeta was in the room where his father brought him to, he looked up. He saw a big guy with bulky muscles. "Who is this, father?" asked Vegeta. "This is Nappa, your bodyguard." replied King Vegeta. Vegeta took a good look at Nappa and said: "He looks like a weakling!" Nappa wanted to laugh very hard, but he managed to keep it inside. Vegeta stepped out of the room and wanted to walk away. The King went after him.
"Vegeta! Nappa is going to be your bodyguard!" yelled Vegeta's father. Vegeta stopped and looked at his father. "You really think that this guy is strong, don't you?" asked the young Saiyan prince. His father looked down at Vegeta and said: "Yes, he won the tournament we held to give you a good bodyguard. Vegeta, I only want the best for you." Vegeta looked in his father's eyes. Then he ran back to the room where Nappa was.
"Nappa, let me fight you!" yelled Prince Vegeta. Nappa only wanted to laugh harder then. "Okay, kid, let's see what you can do against me." he replied. King Vegeta ran into the room. He yelled to Vegeta: "You can be killed by this guy!" "No, I can't." he replied. Vegeta looked at his father. The King agreed that Vegeta could fight Nappa.
Vegeta was already standing in fighting pose. Nappa was surprised that a kid his age was already fighting. Then he went into his fighting pose, ready to knock this kid out for good. "You can have the first punch." said Vegeta to the big Nappa. "That's too generous. But I think I will." replied the strong guy. He ran to Vegeta and Vegeta jumped into the sky.
"It seems that you missed me." said Vegeta with a nagging voice. Nappa looked at him and he was surprised again. Vegeta was flying, at that young age! Vegeta went down and ran to Nappa. Nappa felt something at his legs, that made him fall. When he was laying on the ground, he didn't know what was going on. Then he saw the young, but strong, Saiyan prince flying above him. "And this is the final blow!" yelled Vegeta. Nappa saw Vegeta coming down and he didn't know what the little prince would do.
When Vegeta landed, Nappa felt a horrible pain in his face. When he wanted to stand up, he couldn't. He didn't know what was going on. Then he heard the King say: "Vegeta, you are strong, but you need him as a bodyguard." "But dad, I only planted my elbow in his face and he is down for good." replied Vegeta, with a sad and nagging tone in his voice. "You need a bodyguard and you will get one!" yelled the Great King. Nappa didn't believe it. He was defeated by a little brat! Then he was transferred to the hospital. He was defeated, and in some kind of way, he was proud.