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He woke up with a sigh when he heard an infernal screeching downstairs. He knew it was Bulma discussing with her parents about something. The woman just couldn't grasp the simple concept of whispering. He didn't want to make out the words and he didn't want to go downstairs. He usually woke up very early, but today was one of the days he wanted to sleep until very late. He figured he couldn't, since the blue-haired girl didn't stop her incessant screaming. Even when he pulled the covers up to cover his face and put the pillow over his ears, he still heard her high-pitched voice. After several minutes of trying to ignore it, he finally kicked the blankets into the air with an annoyed grunt and got up, opening the door roughly.
"Would you shut up? I'm trying to sleep!" He bellowed.

"Oh, now you, too! What is this? We're all against Bulma day?" she shouted back.

He growled and slammed the door shut. He could still hear her screaming at her parents from downstairs. He could barely hear the adult's voices trying to calm her down. He decided it was time to take a bath.
Years ago, he wouldn't be fazed by her outbursts when he was sleeping, but the circumstances had forced him to develop a very sensitive hearing. Even more sensitive than a normal Saiyan, and that was saying something. Even the slightest sounds would wake him up immediately. From a door being slammed, to clammy footstep coming his way, to threatening whispers on his ear. He shook his head as he took his clothes off and got into the tub. He sighed through his nose as the muffled screams of Bulma resonated before her door slammed shut. Spoiled brat, that's all she was.

He went downstairs and raised his eyebrow when he saw Bulma hugging her father. She was jumping and saying: "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you! I knew you'd say yes!"
He shook his head. They kept spoiling her so badly.

"Vegeta! We're going to Bibbity Fair!"

"What's that?" he asked, walking over to the desk, where his breakfast was waiting for him.

"Good day, my boy." Mr. Briefs said.

"Hello, Vegeta." Mrs. Briefs chanted, sitting beside him. Bulma sat at his other side, smiling widely.

"It's like… well it's a funfair! But it's different from the others. It has awesome things, and shows, and food and clothes. It's amazing, and today it's the last day."

"So that's why you were yelling." He muttered. "Thank you very much for waking me up."

She giggled and watched as he attacked his plates. "Well, it's good you woke up. I'm sure you're going to enjoy it."

"I'm sure I'll enjoy staying to train."

She glared at him and crossed her arms. "Curmudgeon! Do you ever have any fun?"

"I have fun eating in silence."

Bulma's parents always enjoyed the small discussions the two teens had. It seemed Vegeta was the only one able to win a fight against Bulma, and vice-versa. They both knew that Vegeta would end up giving in just because he had nothing else to do, and he was very curious. Mr. Briefs doubted that Vegeta had ever gone to a funfair in his life, and he knew that the boy would love to know what it was about.
Besides, the kids would have a lot of fun in there, and the man wanted to spend some time with Vegeta. He wanted to know the boy even more. He still had the strong idea of suing Frieza, but he had his doubts. There was something that didn't fit in there. Besides, he wouldn't do it without Vegeta's permission. Not a chance.
He watched as Bulma took the fork from Vegeta's hand and the prince dropped his head in annoyance.

"Stop being such a spoilsport and come with us!"

"I can still eat with my hands."

"Please, come with us."

"Give me the damn fork. I'm hungry."

She smiled and held the fork high in the air, but before she knew it, there was nothing in her hand and Vegeta was eating again. How foolish. She couldn't compete with a Saiyan's speed. She sighed and stretched her hands above her head. "I'm going to change now. Be ready!"

He rolled his eyes and continued eating.

"I don't want to go." He grunted as he watched Mrs. Briefs comb Lauren's hair.

"If there's food, I'm in." Jill said, shrugging.

Mrs. Briefs laughed. "You will have fun, Vegeta. Bulma is really excited about it and all. We'll be home for dinner!"

"I don't care if we'll be home or not. I want to stay."

"Why?" Tyler asked. "I've always wanted to go to a funfair!"

"What's so incredible about funfairs anyway? Why don't you take her to the park?" he said, his tail waving anxiously behind him.

Jeremy smiled widely and his little tail unwound from his waist to wave around excitedly. "We should go to the park!" he said. "I bet we'll have more fun there than in that place you want to take us to!"

Mrs. Briefs stood up from her crouched position and cleaned her knees. "It will only be one day. It's so much better than a park. That, I promise you."

She walked away humming and Vegeta sighed. The Briefs were all absent-minded, crazy, disoriented people. He didn't remember any rational conversation he had with any of them. He shook his head slowly as he walked into his room.

Bibbity Fair was two hours from Capsule Corporation by car. It was between West and North City, and they had to stop to take lunch. Vegeta was not pleased with this little trip. He didn't want to go to a funfair. He knew that most of the things that would cause excitement and adrenaline in other races, such as a roller-coaster, wouldn't even faze him. He would be bored and smelling sweat and candy and food and vomit all over the place. Besides, Bulma would be dragging him around crowds of people and he would be forced to stand in line for hours just to get onto an 'attraction' and hear others screams of joy while he sat there, grumping.
He also hated the car. He had the window down because he hated the smell of the air conditioner, and lots of things got into his eyes and crashed against his face. There were also the sounds of other cars passing by, and the sun on his eyes when the clouds decided to play tricks on him. Damn it all to hell. He hated everything.

"Cheer up, Vegeta! It's gonna be fun!" Bulma said.

"I highly doubt that." He answered.

"We're almost there, kids!" Dr. Briefs announced.

Vegeta sighed as the kids and Bulma squealed happily. Tyler, who was at his side, grabbed his shirt and climbed to his lap, jumping in excitement.
"Why aren't you happy?" he asked, a big smile on his face.

"Hn." He shrugged. "I don't know."

He winced when he heard high lots of voices and cheers down the road. He stretched his neck and saw the enormous funfair, with the roller-coaster and the Ferris wheel rising up between all the other attractions.
It was full of people! Why would anyone enjoy something like that? He shook his head as Dr. Briefs hit the brakes and got out of his car. Tyler hopped down when Mrs. Briefs opened the door and Vegeta went out after him. Bulma grabbed his wrist and directed him to the entrance. Dr. Briefs capsulated the car and caught up with them. The toll-lady looked at them with a bored face and sighed. Seemed she was enjoying as much as he was.

"Give me ten tickets, please. Oh, and ten Happy Passes."

"Any kids under six?"

"Yes. One."

"Mmmh… That would be…"

"I have a credit card!"

She blinked twice when she saw the name on the credit card. Briefs? The Briefs family? She shrugged and passed the card. After a small beep, ten tickets got out of a small gap at the front. She opened a drawer at her side and took out ten red cards.
"Well, those are your tickets to get inside, and this are your Happy Passes. Enjoy your day." She said. "Next!"

Dr. Briefs gave each one a ticket and a card. "What's this?" Vegeta asked, inspecting the red card.

"It's a Happy Pass. It gives priority to the people who have it. You won't have to get in line for certain attractions and in some restaurants it gives you a discount." Bulma explained. "Don't lose it! Come on! I want to get on the roller coaster now!"

He groaned.

"Don't get lost sweetie! We'll meet here in exactly two hours to eat something!" Mrs. Briefs said. She nodded and led Vegeta to a big, purple roller coaster that read "Tornado Triumph" in big, shiny letters. The six kids squealed and each of them ran in different directions, holding the red cards tightly and going to try each attraction.
Bulma approached the line and showed the man her card, as well as Vegeta's.
"Enjoy the ride, boys." He said, taking off the leather rope and letting them in. He smirked when he felt the glaring eyes upon him. At least that was something to laugh about.

"Let's get into the last wagon!" she squealed. He inspected the 'room' they were inside, with the big train-like transporter on rails. The man operating the machine smiled at them and went over to put the safety belts on. "Oh, I'm so excited. It's been years since I last got on one of these things."

He groaned as he saw the people that was getting on. They seemed all sissy little bastards that would make his ears bleed with their screams.
"I don't even know why I decided to get on this shit."

"I bet you've never even tried it!"

"Your nerves are more prone of being disturbed than mines. While your adrenaline will rise easier, mine stays calm until the last second. Something like a freefall will make your blood react in a way that you feel things in your stomach and excitement. I am too used to it by now. I'm sure I won't get the same reaction, girl." He explained. She blinked as she stared at him. Her mouth was slightly opened.
He seemed to know so many things, and he was so young. She leaned back on the chair to let the man take the belt down.

"Well, we're already here, so we might as well enjoy it." she said, shrugging.

He grunted.
The man pressed a button and the belts tightened on their chests. The door before them opened, giving way to an amazing view of the entire park and even some of the city outside it. The wheels began to roll and the machine went on.
"Nyah! I'm so nervous!" she said, grabbing his hand.

They approached one of the falls and she squeezed his fingers, before going into hysterics along with the rest of the aliens as the little wagons fell down the rails with incredible speed before twisting around and getting up again. Vegeta was impressed. He could feel almost the samesthing as when he was flying and suddenly decided to fall down without using any ki, just to catch himself before crashing against the ground. But nothing could compare.
And much less this pathetic excuse of adrenaline-producer.
He decided to look down at the park and smirked when he saw the twins in the bumper cars, laughing while the other kids were either extremely dizzy, scared or at the verge of crying.
Jill was arguing with some guard, who was showing her the height rules.
Jeremy was on an enormous trampoline; jumping very high in the air and making the other kids jump too high for their liking and fall on their butts. Most of them were crying by now and begging their mothers to take them off, but the small Saiyan was having the time of his life laughing like never.
Tyler and Lauren were running around and trying to tackle each other.

He realized the thing had stopped when his vision was cut out by the dark, dirty walls of the small 'room.' His belt was removed from him and he got out, stretching his limbs. Bulma was pale and trembling.
"Whoa. One heck of a ride." She said.

"Are you okay?" he asked, raising an eyebrow and cocking his head to the side. She giggled. He looked so cute.

"Yeah. Come on."

They went out and Bulma took a deep breath. She grabbed his hand and he didn't pull away, in case she tripped and fell down. Or so he convinced himself. She led him through the crowds of people before spotting something she liked immediately.
"The Terror House!" she squealed. He winced.

"Damn you." He muttered, now that his ears were ringing.

"Come on! I wanna get inside!"

"Hn."

She dragged him to the Terror House. "You'll have to hold me tight." She said, smiling.

"Sniveling coward."

She giggled and entered the Terror House.

"Sir, it's been two months and a half. Are you not planning on getting him back?" the green changeling asked.
The lizard-like creature smirked and rolled his glass around.

"Patience, Zarbon. I do plan on getting him back, since he doesn't seem to be planning it himself. But I have my own plans."

"Are you completely sure they're going to work, lord?"

"You seem to doubt my ways, Zarbon." Frieza said slowly.

"No, sir. Of course not. I apologize."

"I have a plan. It'll bring him running back to me. Oh, yes. I can see it now." His laughter resonated around the dimly lit room and he let his tail wave anxiously behind him. "But, it will take time. A lot of time and patience. Two months and a half are not enough, I'm afraid. But it will be worth it. Just imagine the desperation in his eyes when he finds out that he will be forced to return no matter what." He laughed again, this time accompanied with Zarbon and Dodoria's voice.

He sighed when they went out of the Terror House. Nothing had even fazed him in there, obviously. He had seen much worse. But he still had to bear the screeching of the aliens behind him and the human that jumped to his neck with every tiny, little sound. Pathetic, to say the least.
"Whoa. I'm glad you were there with me." She said.

"Hn."

They continued walking while Bulma looked for something she wanted to get on, before something caught his attention.
"One hundred bucks for the one that's able of defeating Mr. Muscle!" a man shouted. He looked up. There was some sort of ring mounted up, with a man waving bucks in the air. Behind him, a giant buff was standing. He had red skin and white hair. It was like a mixture of Jeice and Recoome, of course with Recoome's giant body. He growled. "Come on! Nobody? One hundred, people! One hundred!" He stopped and Bulma looked back at him.

"I'm sure you could defeat him in a matter of seconds."

"You gonna try?" he heard behind him.

"No way, man. Look at that thing! One punch and we're out for good, dude!"

Vegeta grunted and approached the ring to study his soon to be opponent.

"Hey, kid." Someone said. "You sure you wanna try? I think you should go back to your momma, boy." He turned around and saw a tall man that was cracking his knuckles. "This is for adults. Strong adults, I say. No little sissy wimps permitted."

His eye twitched and his tail unwound from his waist. The man's eyes widened a little bit before narrowing. Another one came to stand by them. "That's gotta be false. No way would one of those tails be around here. Go away, kid." The man grunted. Vegeta snarled. He was now itching for a fight and wanting to show this men who they were talking to.
He jerked around to the man with the microphone and yelled.

"You, stop being a useless piece of crap and let me in! I'm fighting!" The men behind him burst out laughing and his tail bristled. His long canines were now showing from under his lip. He turned around and his tail waved behind him. The men stopped abruptly when they saw his glare. He looked like an animal. A fierce animal, and they didn't want to keep poking the angry little wolf they had in front of them.
When he saw the men's expression, he calmed himself and straightened up.

"You sure, boy? I mean, we got no rules or anythin' but you should prolly' not get into trouble or 'nething." The man said.

"I am sure." He said. The man on the ring shrugged and opened the small door that barely reached Vegeta's waist. The Saiyan walked up the stairs and glared at the giant oaf.

"What's your name?"

"Vegeta." He growled.

The man's eyebrows furrowed. "Well… I was asking for your real name, but if you wanna use a nickname then that's fine. Though, I warn you, kid. Using that name won't give you his strength." The man said, shrugging.

"Oh, you wouldn't believe it." he said, smirking.

"Sure." He took the microphone to his lips. "Here we have young Vegeta, who wants to fight with Mr. Muscle over there! Remember! We ain't got no rules o'er here, but be careful! The first one that has his opponent on the ground for ten seconds, wins!" he announced. Some people gathered around and muttered the braveness of the boy on the ring.
Bulma smiled and raised her fist high in the air.

"You go, Vegeta!" she said.

He smirked and crouched low into a fighting position. So did the giant oaf before him. "Okay. Ready, set. Go!" The micro-man rushed to the stairs and got down, standing between the crowds of people.

"Heh, kid. You're brave." The man said. Vegeta's eye twitched. So similar to Recoome's voice. "But that won't save you." With a warcry, the man ran to Vegeta, who sidestepped him easily and kneed him in the gut.

"Mr. Muscle? I don't see any muscles in here." He sneered, before driving his elbow into the man's neck and watching him fall to the ground. The people in the crowd were astounded. Their mouths were opened and their eyes looked as if they were about to fall from their sockets.
Bulma smiled when she saw their expressions.
The giant oaf stood up and dry heaved before turning around and wiping saliva from his mouth with his forearm.

"If it's rough play what you want, boy, then you're on!" he said. He leapt at Vegeta and sent a kick at the prince, who stopped the gargantuan leg with one finger.

"One. Fucking. Finger." Bulma heard behind her.

"What's up with that kid?"

"He can't be the real Vegeta, can he?"

"Well, I heard the Saiyans had moved to the planet Earth long ago, but I never thought they'd be here, in our country."

"In our city."

Bulma giggled.

Vegeta grabbed the outstretched ankle and slid himself to the ground, kicking the other one and sending the man to the ground and making him land on his crotch. He smirked when the guy was left without air. He walked over to his face and slapped him as softly as he could. The oaf fell backwards and slid against the small wood door. "Had enough?" he asked. "Or perhaps a little more?" he said, crossing his arms.
The giant man stood up on wobbly legs and glared at the boy before him. He once again ran to him, shouting, and Vegeta sighed. He wrapped the tail around his waist before jumping in the air, landing on his hands, catching a new impulse, and landing his left foot on the running man's face. He sat on the man's chest and chuckled.
The announcer was so surprised, he lasted at least fifteen seconds before realizing he had to do the countdown. He cleared his throat.

"T-ten… nine… eight…seven…"

The giant man tried to stand. "Ah, ah." Vegeta purred, pushing his head down. "Lie there, kitty."

"…Six… five… four… three… two… one." He gulped. "W-we have a winner!"

Bulma was the first one to squeal happily. Then other roars accompanied her. Vegeta stood up and casually walked back to the stairs and down the ring. The announced looked at him and Vegeta raised an outstretched hand. "The money." He grunted.
The announced nodded and took out the one hundred dollars, putting them on Vegeta's hand and sighing. "Congrats, kid. I mean… prince." He said. He was not going to doubt the kid now.
Vegeta smirked and walked away, Bulma rushing after him.

"That was amazing!"

"It was nothing."

"Did you see their faces?"

He shrugged. "Hn."

"Well, I guess it's time to eat!"

He smirked. "Finally."

Well, how about it?
I know it's MUCH lighter than the old ones. I wanted to give my little prince some rest.

The Frieza part was to show you that, no, I have not forgotten him. He's still planning Vegeta's welcome 'present'.

Don't forget to review and all! Thanks!