Thrown from the Throne
Read the story NOW! IMMA FIRIN' MA LAZAR! ( I'm firing my Lazar.)
Disclaimer: I don't own the awesomeness of Dragon ball Z and I probably never will.
As the mid-day sun beamed the two young Saiyans, Prince Vegeta thought it was a very humid day for it to be in spring. 90 degrees, in fact. Weird, the young man thought. Just like his whole life. Torturous and messed up. However, he was sure with the other woman's speed, he could regain his pride and his country's trust. Just then, Bulma whizzed by. "Just on time, woman," the Prince Vegeta said as he stopped her. "Get away from me! I just want the watch you took." She said confidently, pointing at the watch in his hands. "Good day to you too," he mumbled, thinking maybe his plan wasn't such a good idea. "You should bow to me! I am a prince!" he said. "And who's baldy?" she asked, pointing at Nappa almost accusingly. "My name is Nappa and I am second best in line after Prince Vegeta." He said, introducing themselves. "Next in for what?" she asked. "For fighting, of course!" he laughed. "Why, we even have tai-" Vegeta quickly covered his mouth and she looked at them confused. "I don't want her to freak out that we can transform into giant apes when the moon is full," he whispered into Nappa's ear. He nodded that he understood and went on, "As I was saying, we even have Tai…kwon do lessons. Yeah that sounds good!" Nappa said. "Yeah, I'm not going to try not to remember that," she muttered. "But I will remember this!" she said, snatching the watch out of his hand. "There. Now I re-re-stole it." "Oh yeah?" Prince Vegeta smirked, hatching a plan. "Well, I'm going to re-re-re-steal it!" he said, giving her a surprise. "Then I re-re-re-re-steal it!" she said as a little smile found its way out. He was always lost when he saw that smile. Wait, what was he thinking about? Was he starting to lose it? As she was about to leave, thinking Prince Vegeta was lost in thought, he yelled, "I re-re-re-re-re-steal it!" and took it out of her hands. "I re-re-re-re-re-re-steal it!" Nappa screeched, taking it from Prince Vegeta. "You idiot! I'm on your side!" Prince Vegeta yelled, and took it back. "Oh, "Nappa said. "Sorry, Vegeta." "Wait," he said. "Was that a re-re-re-re-re-re-re-steal?" The two thought about it. "Yeah, that sounds about right," Bulma said. Bulma reached for it, but this time, Prince Vegeta was smart enough to move away. "No, no, no!" he said, showing her the shame sign. "If you want this, you have to give me my crown and do something for me in return!" he said slyly.
Bulma sighed. "Okay, what do I have to do, oh noble one?" she said sarcastically, trying to tick him off. "I prefer you talk in a nicer tone to me, woman!" he said, acting as if he were in charge. "And I prefer you call me Bulma!" she said and rolled her eyes. "Come on, it's a small task! All you have to do is lead me back to my kingdom, talk some sense into my people, make me prince again, and serve as a loyal servant in my household!" he said as if it were no big deal. "Small task?" she asked. "SMALL TASK?" Bulma screamed. "Someone's cranky…" Prince Vegeta muttered under his breath. "YOU'RE DAMN RIGHT IT ISN'T!" Bulma yelled at him. Whoa, what a short-tempered woman, he thought. "Please!" Nappa pleaded. "We have nowhere to go and we have no money. We miss my people, friends, and our house! Please help me come back to my kingdom!" he begged, on his knees now. Whoa. It wasn't every day when you saw a someone on his knees asking you foe help. "Nappa!" Prince Vegeta yelled at him. "We do not beg to commoners!" "Well, I'll only help you if you say please, too!" she said, looking triumphantly. Vegeta sighed. "Can you …" "Yes…" Bulma said. "Can you.. aw, forget this! I don't need your help!" he blushed, and started walking away. Bulma sighed, knowing she would regret her decision. "Fine," she said ruefully. "'I'll help you…" "Thank you!" the Nappa said, standing up. Prince Vegeta snorted, but inside, he was happy he would be able to come back home. "…but you have to tell me why your people kicked you out." She finished. The prince's expression changed from slightest bit of happiness to grim. "It's a long story," he said, motioning her to sit down. "I'll start from the very beginning." Nappa looked down. Prince Vegeta looked Bulma straight into her eyes and knew that he could trust her. "Many years ago, King Vegeta and Queen Roiccenia had a baby. It was a boy. This child caused lots of trouble for the family. He would always act up in his private lessons and would play pranks on the servants. In the beginning, his parents thought he was a kid and his foolish acts would soon go away… but how wrong they were."
AND, OH JOY, ANOTHER FLASHBACK THAT HAPPENED FEW DAYS AGO -_-*
"Prince Vegeta!" Queen Roicceniacalled. "Mother, I'm training!" an 19 year old Miguel answered. All he had to do was put the bucket in place and… perfect. "Prince Vegeta… the third! What are you doing?" she asked. "Nothing mother!" Prince Vegeta tried to reply in an innocent voice. "We're just hanging out Queen Roiccenia!" Nappa answered sweetly. Queen Roicceniasighed. If you say nothing, surely you must be doing something secretly. She decided he probably wasn't doing something that bad. "I'm going to send your uncle to get you two dinner!" she called. Prince Vegeta and Nappa snickered. His Uncle Turles was about to get in on it! "Oh, my beloved nephew Vegeta…" Uncle Turles sang in a cheerful voice. Yeah, beloved, Vegeta thought. Beloved enough to despise. "…I've come to get you for dinner!" he finished, opening the door. Little did he know that pushing the door open would trigger a big prank Prince Vegeta planted.
"Prince Vegeta? Are you in here?" Turles asked, peering into the dark room. As the door creaked open, the string connecting the door to the bucket full of water broke. In a matter of seconds, Turles was drenched head to toe. "Vegeta!" he screech clenching a first. As he took a step forward, he slipped on the water on the floor and fell head first into a pool filled with peanut butter, which was conveniently there. He swore and stood up, his face filled with peanut butter. "Hey 'Uncle' Turles!" Vegeta yodeled motioning him to come after him. Juan pointed and laughed at him. "Why you little…!" he mumbled as he ran after him. Once his uncle was within a foot of him, Vegeta clicked the button than controlled the fan. He had stuffed the fan with feathers. The feathers blew towards Turles. "Stop, Prince Vegeta!" Turles managed to cry from the pressure of the fan and the feathers on his face. "Put it on high? Okay!" Vegeta laughed and clicked the button that read high. All the feathers and peanut butter began to stick to his face. His eyes began to bulge and his cheeks started to jiggle. "Prince Vegeta!" a familiar voice yelled which made Prince Vegeta immediately turn the fan off. Queen Roiccenia walked into the room. "Mother! No!" Vegeta yelled, but his mother already slipped on the water on the ground. She too, fell into the peanut butter. "That's it!" she said. "I've had enough! You're grounded! Got to your room!" "But…" Vegeta began. "I don't want to hear about it! Go!" she yelled. Pointing to the door. "Ugh!" Prince Vegeta grumbled. "I wish you'd die!" he yelled and slumped away. Nappa sympathetically went after him. Queen Roiccenialooked at him as he walked out the door in disbelief. "I'm so sorry, Turles. You know kids." Queen Roicceniasaid half-heartedly. Queen Alexia disliked her brother-in-law. He was mean, greedy, and, well, how should she put it… not the most beautiful being you have ever seen. "Kid?" Turles asked. "This 'kid' of yours is going to become king quite soon! Once he turns 20 in less than a month, he will officially be able to become king! You must show him more etiquettes and to teach him how to act more like a king!" he practically yelled. Queen Roicceniawinced. However, she agreed with her brother-in-law. If Vegeta ever became king, her homeland of Vegeta would be a disaster. She chuckled and worried at the thought of that. "You're right," she said, regaining her posture as the queen as she wiped the peanut butter off her face. "I'll let him start doing his duties as a king." Hiding unnoticeably behind the door, Vegeta had heard everything. "No," he whispered and slowly crept away.
The next day, Queen Roiccenialeft for an important meeting. She had heard about a new fancy type of vehicle called a car so she wanted to try it out. Every day, Prince Vegeta would say goodbye to her before she left for whatever she had to do in the morning but this morning, but he so angry with his mother he didn't even look at her. He had other things to worry about like all the 'kingly' jobs he had to do. First on the list was sorting the piles of paperwork. As he was mumbled about how stupid his jobs were, and that he'd rather be fighting than doing paperwork, when one of the messengers came in. But he wasn't any ordinary messenger. This messenger only comes when something life threatening happens. "What happened?" Prince Vegeta asked just the slightest bit worried. "Your mother," he said, panting. "…passed away in a car accident today."
After a few weeks of settling down from the news, the citizens of Planet Vegeta held a funeral for Queen Roiccenia. Everyone gathered around her royal pink diamond encrusted coffin (a little ironic) and wept. There was a huge feast to try to take the Queen's death out of his or her minds, but no one was genuinely happy. All Prince Vegeta could think about was how he acted towards his mother. He hadn't meant it when he had told her to die. A small tear the size of a hole of a needle silently rolled down his eye, but he wiped it away before anyone could see. "It's okay," Nappa soothed him." It's alright." This was probably the worst day ever, he thought. I'm actually being soothed by Nappa. He felt sad and alone. In just two weeks, he would officially become king. All of a sudden, out of nowhere, a huge bunch of people huddled around him. "Sorry guys," Prince Vegeta sarcastically said in a monotone voice. "No autographs today." "Autographs?" one of them who had a mask on said raising his power level which was higher than Frieza's. "Good idea. I'll get one just before you die."
"Who sent you?" Prince Vegeta asked, trying to hide the curiosity in his voice. "The boss doesn't like to tell his name in case word gets out." Another man said with daggers in his eyes. "Then how did you get in?" Nappa asked. "Look over there," the man with the highest power level said. Shock filled himself as he said the top notch dead security men with blood dripping everywhere on the floor. "Now come with us easily or you'll end up like your fellow guards over there." He chuckled.
"Fly!" Prince Vegeta yelled to Nappa. Prince Vegeta felt ashamed that he had to run away from these men, but he needed more time to become stronger. They immediately started to retreat to the only place they could train outside of the castle.
END FLASHBACK
"Top Notch Gravity Chamber," Bulma said. "That's next to jewelry store I went to." she said aloud. "Exactly," Prince Vegeta sighed. "Well, then why were all the other citizens chasing you?" Bulma asked, wanting to know more. "How do I know? I told you how much I know!" he said, but their question was soon answered when they saw a local newspaperman passing out papers and shouted, "Extra! Extra! Read all about it!" As one of the newspapers fell out of his hand and fell nearby Vegeta, he secretly went over to read the headlines. His eyes turned from big and full of wonderment (ßIs that a word? On spell check it says so.) to sharp and filled with hatred. It almost looked as if he was trying to burn the paper! "W-What is it?" Bulma asked. To angry and stunned to speak, he just handed her the paper with words and said, "Read."
THE PRINCE IS A MURDERER! By: Zorn
We all remember when our beloved Queen Roiccenia died in a car accident, right? Well, scientist have concluded that this was NOT an accident! The car was actually shown on footage following Queen Roiccenia's car and waiting for the right moment to attack! Who could such a horrible thing? Apparently, our so to be trusted prince could! It is found that the prince's fingerprints and long, black match the ones found in her brand new car. It was said Prince Vegeta had never entered the vehicle, but then how did the fingerprints get there? Most Saiyans find it hard to believe, but we cannot go against the facts.
"Oh, Prince Vegeta..." she whispered, feeling the pain. She reached her hand out to touch Vegeta, but he immediately backed away. "I don't need your sympathy! I 'm not a little girl who cries at every little thing in life!" he shouted. "Prince Vegeta, this is not a little thing! If I was accused of something that huge, and I didn't even do it, I would feel hurt, too!" she said, trying to make him feel better. "You don't understand how I feel!" he yelled. "Yes I do!" she shouted back angrily, startling Vegeta. "That happened to me, too." She said silently.
"I was helping her father with a new project presentation that could make someone twice as fast as they already were. They could make the human race more superior than all the others! But you had to get it from a bird-like endangered animal named the pidow. Never heard of it? That's how endangered it is. If they kill one more of them, they don't know how many more are existing in the world! So we took the chance and killed it to get it's speed. Once we were finally finished with the liquid that contained the speed of a pidow, we were going to give one drop to every human that wanted to try it. All we had to do was wait until tomorrow to show to them. It was my job to watch it and make sure nothing happens to it. But someone or something attacked me and it spilled all over me. Since it was a huge amount, it made a big impact. So, instead of my speed increasing times two, it increased ten-fold! The next day, everyone one accused me of being greedy and drinking it all myself. I felt so bad that I just wanted to leave Earth. So I said that there were life forms three billion light years away from here so I could just get away from all this! I didn't expect something to actually be here!" she said, exhausted from all the talking. "I'm a disgrace to all humans." Prince Vegeta looked at her in awe. "Woman, I didn't know-" Just as he was about to finish his sentence, Bulma leaned forward to embrace him and started to cry.
He was stunned for a second, then hugged her back. "I, uh… got to go to the bathroom," Nappa said, slowly backing away, but smiling slyly at the two of them. (lol did you forget about him?) I can't take my eyes of her, he thought. What's happening to me? As Bulma backed away, she quickly wiped off her tears and said, "I'm sorry, I just miss my family." Usually, Prince Vegeta thought it was weak and pathetic for someone to cry, but now, he just didn't know what to think. "Prince Vegeta-" "Vegeta." The Prince of Saiyans said. "Excuse me?" Bulma asked. Vegeta tried his hardest not to blush. He blushes as easy as a little schoolgirl, Bulma thought, trying to keep in her laughter. "You can call me just Vegeta," he said, staring at the ground hard. Bulma, surprised, still went on. "…Vegeta, I promise, no matter what, I will help you regain your rightful place as King." Vegeta was just as surprised as Bulma was, but the young female wasn't done yet. "… And I'm sorry for forcing you to say and do things you weren't comfortable with doing without knowing about you yet." Vegeta said nothing, so she went on. "if you want, I won't go with you if you changed your mind…" there was still no answer, so Bulma sadly started to walk away. "You can stay, wo- Bulma," Vegeta said and immedietly looked away. He started to think he was growing fragile. Bulma turned around and gave him a big grin. "Thank you, Vegeta!" she smiled. Damn that stupid grin, he thought, as he blushed harder.
