Hey hey, well here's chapter two. We'll see how long it takes chapter 3 to come up T_T I plan to not take too long.
Chapter 2
Preparations
The Ox King sat in the living room of Chi-Chi's house. He stared blankly at the wall across from him. Chi-Chi let Vegeta live with her, and every day for the past six years they planned out how to get revenge on Goku and Bulma. Ox King hated it all; he was so disappointed in his daughter. Ever since the divorce from Goku she became increasingly angry and aggravated. Then when she found out Goku was with Bulma she had nearly lost it, keeping her cool only around them and their friends, but around the Ox King she'd scream and yell, kicking objects over sending curses at Goku and Bulma. Ox King just sighed and leaned back, listening intently to the next room to hear what Vegeta and his daughter were planning.
Chi-Chi wore her regular Chinese garb, while Vegeta sat across from her in jeans and a white t-shirt.
"Gohan called me yesterday," Chi-Chi stated, "He told me the Tenkaichi Budokai has returned and he's entering."
Vegeta looked at Chi-Chi oddly, "Tenkaichi Budokai? What's that?"
"A martial arts tournament, held every three years." She explained.
Vegeta's eyes widened and a devious smile appeared on his face, "Surely he will tell Kakarrot, and he'll enter too."
"Exactly! So you'll need to train."
"I've been training every day for the last six years since you found me."
"You'll need to train harder, though. You don't think a mere six months of casual training will be enough to beat Goku?"
Vegeta snarled, "You think I can't do it?"
Chi-Chi backed up a bit, but said coolly, "Just to make sure you will beat him, not that I doubt your powers."
Vegeta leaned back in his chair, "Fine."
"Good, now when at the tournament, we can't be seen together so you have to come in separate from me."
"Again, fine by me, as long as I get to settle it with Kakarrot."
Chi-Chi smiled, "You will, I promise."
"Well, I think I'll go train for a while," Vegeta said while getting up from the table.
"Oh wait, I want to give you something." Chi-Chi said while digging into a cabinet and pulled out a bag. "Here, open it."
Vegeta sighed and roughly took the bag from her and peeked inside. His eyes widened a moment. "How did you?"
"I found Goku's old one in the closet, it was a little damaged but I had it fixed for you."
Vegeta reached into the bag and pulled out the saiyan battle armor that he had worn during the Cell Games. He then pulled out the gloves and boots, then the blue under armor. He managed a slight smile; he hadn't seen saiyan battle armor in a long time. He looked to Chi-Chi, but he quickly changed his smile to a frown. He opened his mouth to say something, but just grunted slightly and left the room, ultimately leaving the house.
Chi-Chi was shocked. Was Vegeta going to thank her before deciding against it? She just laughed and began cooking lunch. Vegeta was like Goku and could eat a lot of food, so she would cook now and it would be done by the time the saiyan prince got back from training.
Vegeta put his armor on and did some stretches. It felt so good to be in his regular outfit again. He wondered who Chi-Chi gone to to get his armor fixed. The only person he could think of was Bulma, but how could she have had her repair it without being suspicious? Vegeta dismissed it; he didn't care as long as he had it.
Chi-Chi had told Vegeta that Goku used to train in the back woods, so that's where he now was. He kicked the air once, loving how it felt like nothing was weighing him down, not that his regular earth clothes were heavy, but they were very uncomfortable to train in. Having the saiyan armor made training more comfortable.
Vegeta turned super saiyan two and starting zipping around the area, punching and kicking. He roared the whole time, thinking about Kakarrot and how much stronger he always seemed to be. He thought about Freeza and how no one but Kakarrot stood a chance against him. Vegeta thought about his defeat on earth those many years ago, how Kakarrot had humiliated him. He knew that no matter how angry he got, he could never achieve super saiyan three, but it didn't matter, he'd become stronger than Kakarrot somehow, he knew.
It was getting dark now and Vegeta had trained almost the whole evening. He stopped mid punch, exhausted, sweaty. He growled feeling unsatisfied with the work he had done today. Tomorrow he'd push himself further than ever before; if only he had a gravity machine. He snarled when he thought of Kakarrot using the one Bulma had installed in the Capsule Corp. foundation. Lucky bastard.
He walked back to Chi-Chi's house and entered through the front door. He saw Ox King still sitting on the couch, looking horribly depressed. Vegeta just ignored the old man and went to the kitchen. He smelled Chi-Chi's cooking and immediately began feeling extremely hungry. Showering could wait, he needed to eat. He sat down at the table and waited semi-patiently until Chi-Chi walked into the room.
"Ready for your dinner?" she asked sweetly as she skipped to the stove.
Vegeta just made a slight noise of approval. Chi-Chi laughed and put a bunch of plates on the table in front of Vegeta. Vegeta went to dig in, but noticed Chi-Chi wasn't eating anything.
"Well?" Vegeta said, "Aren't you going to eat?"
"Dad and I already ate," she said.
"Oh," the saiyan prince mumbled just before stuffing his face full of food.
Vegeta went to his room which used to be Gohan's. He sat on his bed, recently showered, and just thought about the tournament. He'd embarrass Kakarrot in front of everyone at the tournament. But after the tournament Vegeta would kill him. Vegeta smiled, yes, he'd finally do it. The saiyan prince would finally take his rightful place as the strongest saiyan in the universe.
Just then Chi-Chi walked in carrying the saiyan armor she had just finished cleaning. Vegeta just looked to her angrily, showing that he did not approve of her interrupting his thinking. She just smiled and set the armor down on the bed, but she still lingered in the room, thinking about what she wanted to say. Vegeta was getting aggravated with her presence, but just when he went to tell her, she spoke.
"Is there anything you want to talk about?" she asked.
Vegeta, dumbfounded, took a moment to think about what she had asked, "Why would I want to talk about anything with you?"
Chi-Chi stood for a second, trying to word what she said right, "You never talk, I just figure you must get lonely sometimes."
Vegeta snorted and mumbled, "I'm pretty used to it."
Chi-Chi smiled a bit, Vegeta was actually talking to her about something deep! "Didn't you have any friends?"
Vegeta turned a hateful glare at her then, "Friends?" Vegeta laughed, "Just a bunch of kiss-asses and the people I bowed to. Friends." Vegeta laughed again, but with less enthusiasm as last time, "Such a foreign word."
"Well, do you think I'm a friend?" Chi-Chi dared ask the prince.
Vegeta paused for a long moment, and then looked at Chi-Chi, "No. You are only the thing that will allow me to get revenge on Kakarrot. Nothing more."
Chi-Chi was taken aback, hurt even. After all she had done for him he still didn't think of her as a friend? She thought about it for a moment. Honestly, at first she had only wanted Vegeta to help her get her own revenge on Goku, but after a while she did find that being around the saiyan prince wasn't so bad, she even enjoyed his company, but it didn't seem as if he felt the same about her.
Chi-Chi stood up and sighed, "Well, Vegeta, I'm going to bed. Goodnight."
Vegeta just made a slight noise and nodded: his way of saying goodnight.
Ox King waited until Chi-Chi came back towards the living room, which took a while. Wasn't she done talking to Vegeta? He noticed his daughter eyeing the saiyan prince more often than not. The Ox King was horribly afraid that she was falling for Vegeta. Why couldn't she have just been more understanding with Goku? Maybe then things would be better. He thought about Goku, the unsuspecting victim of Chi-Chi's future revenge plan. Right now Goku was probably at home, happy with Bulma, living a normal life with his wife and kids.
Chi-Chi walked into the living room then and Ox King came out of his thinking. He called after her and she turned to regard him.
"I'm going home now, honey. Goodnight." Ox King said.
"Okay. Goodnight daddy." She hugged her father, but to the Ox King it felt empty and cold. He didn't feel like this was his daughter which pained him greatly.
He left the house and got in his car, quickly starting it and drove away. He was on his way back to his castle on Fry Pan Mountain. He sighed heavily. His little girl was just so bad and screwed up; he didn't know how to deal with it. Maybe he should've tried harder to raise Chi-Chi right. He just continued driving, still contemplating about his daughter, still feeling like a horrible father.
Somewhere in the southern continents, the warlock sat in his chair in the large spaceship he had hidden underground. He had been doing a lot of research on earth and had found out a great way to awaken his father's creation. In the texts that his father had written, it said that he needed a great amount of energy to fill into the shell of the Majin, the warlock's father's creation. He had found out that there was a tournament to be held on an island not too far from where his spaceship lay hidden. He snickered to himself when he had found this out. Such energy could be gathered quickly at such a tournament. A martial arts tournament. So he had found a couple of guys who had entered the tournament before that he could use as minions. He'd give them the energy extractor and they'd enter the tournament. And they'd tap as much energy that they would need until it filled up. Then after the tournament they'd bring it back to him, and he'd be much closer to reviving the Majin.
From behind the warlock, a demon with an "M" on his forehead approached.
"Master Bobbidi," he greeted with a bow. "I have retrieved the two men you requested be turned into our servants."
Bobbidi turned and smiled at the demon, "Perfect. Dabra, bring them to me."
"Of course."
Dabra left the room and returned shortly with the subjects.
Bobbidi cackled wickedly and his eyes widened as he cast his spell. The two men fell to their knees, screaming in agony, succumbing to the warlock's spell. Bobbidi left the room then. His work was complete. Dabra stayed behind to train the two minions, they needed to be powerful, more powerful than anyone else at the tournament so that it would be easier for them to get the energy they needed.
Bobbidi felt tingles throughout his body when he realized that he was getting ever so closer to the awakening of his father's creation, and the rebirth of his father's dream. He knew there would be trouble though. He had found that following him was the being that had killed his father many, many years ago. He wouldn't interfere, Bobbidi knew. His plan was just so far along now that not even his father's assailant could stop it.
The shorter of the two beings cursed his luck. He had lost sign of the warlock. The violet skinned being, shook his head with disappointment in himself. His spiky white Mohawk whipping in the wind. It was his sworn duty to kill him before awakening the Majin. He'd just have to wait. He turned his head to face his partner, a taller being, pink skin and long, slicked back white hair. He looked older than the shorter being and looked stronger too, but that was only looks. The shorter being was more powerful by far.
"Kibito," the short being said, "We must be alert at all times. We must stop Bobbidi before he awakens the Majin."
Kibito nodded, "Yes. Not only will this world be in danger, but the entire universe as well."
The shorter being nodded, he had witnessed what the Majin had done in the past, had seen it kill his comrades. This time, however, he was going to end this before it even has the chance to begin. He nodded to Kibito and they both shot into the air, flying full speed to where they last lost track of the warlock. Hopefully they'd find clues as to what the warlock planned to do to resurrect the Majin.
