Chapter One
"Woman! Where's my dinner!" Vegeta roared wiping his spiky hair and bare chest with a damp white towel.
"I've told you, you lard head! My name is BULMA and I appreciate it if you address me by it! And you don't get and food from me until AFTER you have a shower you sweaty hog!"
"Stupid woman," he grumbled. "Thinks she can get way with calling me names, WELL I'M GLAD I DON'T HAVE TO EAT WHAT YOU CALL FOOD!"
"What did you say!" came the enraged reply. "WELL THEN GO FEND FOR YOURSELF IN THE KITCHEN I'M BUSY!"
"MAYBE I-" he stopped in mid-yell looking out the window. "Woman is Kakorat using the Dragonballs?"
"No, why?"
"BECAUSE SOMEBODY IS!" he tore out the open window towards the black sky. Cursing he sped over the large forest and desert. He was skiming along a huge lake when it happened. A bright flash blinded him stopping him in mid-air. He blinked repeatedly until his vision cleared.
"That's my ball, give it back!" a young girl yelled chasing after a brown haired boy.
Vegeta looked around him. Hundreds of kids ran screaming around him, playing, fighting and yelling. He took flight rising above the youths scanning the area for any familiar landscapes. He smirked on the scared looks on the little kids faces.
"Yes I am-" Vegeta was cut off by a tug at his foot that dragged him to the ground. "What!" he whirled around to face his tormentor?
"Hey buddy, no flying but the school, it attracts attention," the raven-haired boy hissed in his ear.
"Go- go- Gohan?" Vegeta stammered at the miniature Gohan.
"Yea," Gohan said surprised himself. Shaking his head he pulled Vegeta behind the garbage cans. "Look, I don't know you but please don't show off in front of people, it scares them."
"Don't you know me?" Vegeta asked ignoring the 6-year-old's request.
"You remind me of someone," Gohan admitted. "But I never actually met you."
"Who?" Vegeta pressed not wanted to give his identity away yet.
"This evil creep Vegeta," he spat. "He came to Earth a little while ago and killed my friends, Krillin, Yamcha, Tein, Chouzu, and almost Mr.Piccillo but dad killed him."
"Really! But how can that be, I'm Veget- I mean...Veggie," he thought quickly of a name that everyone teased him with.
"You look almost like a kid version of Vegeta though," Gohan muttered.
"A kid," Vegeta looked down on himself. Instead of the muscular body he pushed everyday in his gravity room he saw a small kids body. Quickly he pushed Gohan out of the way as he tried to take flight. He jumped off the ground and promptly landed back down. "What the hell!"
"Are you alright Veggie?" Gohan asked helping Vegeta off the ground.
"No," Vegeta snapped and brushed a piece of hair out of his eyes. "No I'm not."
"Woman! Where's my dinner!" Vegeta roared wiping his spiky hair and bare chest with a damp white towel.
"I've told you, you lard head! My name is BULMA and I appreciate it if you address me by it! And you don't get and food from me until AFTER you have a shower you sweaty hog!"
"Stupid woman," he grumbled. "Thinks she can get way with calling me names, WELL I'M GLAD I DON'T HAVE TO EAT WHAT YOU CALL FOOD!"
"What did you say!" came the enraged reply. "WELL THEN GO FEND FOR YOURSELF IN THE KITCHEN I'M BUSY!"
"MAYBE I-" he stopped in mid-yell looking out the window. "Woman is Kakorat using the Dragonballs?"
"No, why?"
"BECAUSE SOMEBODY IS!" he tore out the open window towards the black sky. Cursing he sped over the large forest and desert. He was skiming along a huge lake when it happened. A bright flash blinded him stopping him in mid-air. He blinked repeatedly until his vision cleared.
"That's my ball, give it back!" a young girl yelled chasing after a brown haired boy.
Vegeta looked around him. Hundreds of kids ran screaming around him, playing, fighting and yelling. He took flight rising above the youths scanning the area for any familiar landscapes. He smirked on the scared looks on the little kids faces.
"Yes I am-" Vegeta was cut off by a tug at his foot that dragged him to the ground. "What!" he whirled around to face his tormentor?
"Hey buddy, no flying but the school, it attracts attention," the raven-haired boy hissed in his ear.
"Go- go- Gohan?" Vegeta stammered at the miniature Gohan.
"Yea," Gohan said surprised himself. Shaking his head he pulled Vegeta behind the garbage cans. "Look, I don't know you but please don't show off in front of people, it scares them."
"Don't you know me?" Vegeta asked ignoring the 6-year-old's request.
"You remind me of someone," Gohan admitted. "But I never actually met you."
"Who?" Vegeta pressed not wanted to give his identity away yet.
"This evil creep Vegeta," he spat. "He came to Earth a little while ago and killed my friends, Krillin, Yamcha, Tein, Chouzu, and almost Mr.Piccillo but dad killed him."
"Really! But how can that be, I'm Veget- I mean...Veggie," he thought quickly of a name that everyone teased him with.
"You look almost like a kid version of Vegeta though," Gohan muttered.
"A kid," Vegeta looked down on himself. Instead of the muscular body he pushed everyday in his gravity room he saw a small kids body. Quickly he pushed Gohan out of the way as he tried to take flight. He jumped off the ground and promptly landed back down. "What the hell!"
"Are you alright Veggie?" Gohan asked helping Vegeta off the ground.
"No," Vegeta snapped and brushed a piece of hair out of his eyes. "No I'm not."