A New Problem
Author's Note: I'm back! Injured, scratched, tired, cranky but having an inbox full of reviews cheered me up! I didn't even get a sunburn or a mosquito bite! Yeaaaaa! But I did get swollen fingers from a pony who decided to be a jerk on the day of my tests, oh well I passed with flying colours! And no I haven't seen Dragonball GT movies, show or anything so they are probably out of character, deal with it. On with the fic!
Disclaimer: Veggie: Herman was booted out of office for using big word and definitions! I get to do it now! DBZ belongs to, oh I forget their name but it'll come to me. But it definitely doesn't belong to the clown who wrote this fic!
alexh35: I heard that, you're fired too!
Chapter 12
"Are you sure this is the place?" Vegeta asked Nimbus wide-eyed as he surveyed the black remains of his home. "What the hell happened?"
"Kid!" a voice startled him out of his thoughts. "Kid, you're alive!"
Vegeta saw a grinning Goten waving at him. "Goten! What happened!?"
"Kid, where have you been?" Goten asked surprised now noticing that Vegeta was sitting on Nimbus. "And do I know you? Well you must be on our side if you're on Nimbus! I'll take you to the hideout."
"Ok," Vegeta followed the young man across the overcast sky to the destroyed forest surrounding the Son house. Goten landed lightly and knocked on the door.
"Shelly eats shea shells by the shea shore," Goten whispered. "Stupid password, I never get it right!"
"Common in Goten!" a tired voice yelled form behind the door of the Son house. Goten opened the battered wooden door motioning Vegeta to followed him.
"Trunks I found a survivor!" Goten announced proudly pushing Vegeta in the lavender-haired man's face.
"So I see," Trunks yawned. Around him the Z fighters and Bulma and Chichi looked like they were in the middle of a heated discussion before Vegeta and Goten interrupted them. "Where the hell is Vegeta! When I find him..." Trunks rubbed his forehead with a hand sighing. "So what's your name?"
"Veggie," Vegeta used his alias. "What the heck is going on?"
"Where have you been kid?" Bulma asked annoyed. "Under a rock! For the last three day Olios and his dumb friend Tranculus have been destroying all the human life!" she turned to a world map beside her. "Let's see, he's demolished half of Japan, most of Europe, there's a huge dent in Russia, Canada and the USA are swiss cheese and South America is wiped off the globe! And to top it off the Earth's protectors Goku and Vegeta are gone!"
"Olios and Tranculus?" Vegeta asked confused. "Who are they?"
"Where's my folder?" Gohan adjusted his glassed searching his briefcase. "Aha! I managed to get these photo snaps of them before they beat me up."
Vegeta took the folder from Gohan flipping through the black and white photos. There was one with a huge human-like figure except he had almost no neck and his head was long and rectangular shape. His hair was spiky and grew only on the very top of his head.
"That's Tranculus," Yamcha pointed to the big guy. "AKA Carrot Top. That is Olios."
The thing he was talking about was a small spider on Tranculus shoulder. He was so small Vegeta would have missed him if Yamcha hadn't pointed him out. Vegeta squinted and saw that his right side was purely robotic. He looked like he was clicking on a small metal device attached to Tranculus's head.
"Who is Goku and Vegeta?" Vegeta asked playing the part of an ignorant little kid.
"Goku is the Earth's number one protector and Vegeta is my husband," Bulma grumbled. "Where is he is what I want to know! One minute he was begging for food the next he was out the door looking for whoever called the Dragon."
"Tranculus is way too strong for us," Gohan sighed. "if I hadn't stopped training we might have a chance without those two but stupid me had to get caught up in work!"
"Stop beating yourself up," Videl whacked his head. "It won't help us. Too bad the Dragonballs have been used or we could wish Tranculus and Olios gone or something."
"Where is Goku?" Vegeta asked.
"Doing a project for King Kai or something," Trunks offered a chair to Vegeta. "Somewhere out in space, something about pest control. The King Kai owed the planet a favour."
"I still say we should go to New Namek and ask to used their Dragonballs," Yamcha argued. "Even if it takes a few year to get there!"
"By then it will be too late," Trunks said tiredly. "Dende said the Elder Namek is falling ill and won't have much time left. The Dragonballs have already been passed down too much, another will destroy them! And if we HAD a spaceship I would vote for travelling to Goku and use his teleportation move to get there. King Kai said that the Planet Tree was closer only a few days."
"But we still need a space ship!" Bulma slammed her hands on the table. "If you would let me in my lab I could salvage a few thing but nooooooooo! You have to be stubborn!"
"It's too dangerous mom," Trunks said. "Anyway I declare this meeting adjourn. Leave and get some air people."
The Z fighters and woman left the kitchen to go out side to get the fresh air and remaining shade there was. Vegeta followed them out slipping a hand to his pocket. Sighing he ran his fingers over the smooth white case in his pant pocket.
"Good thing Bulma forced me to take this," Vegeta slide to the wet ground behind a tree. "Though how it stayed with me for the wish I don't know." Vegeta opened the case to reveal nine capsules. "Now, this one is the Submarine, the air car, the food, the capsule house now why didn't I used that when I was camping? Anyway, this is the escape pod, the motorcycle and...the space ship! I didn't know why Bulma insisted on me taking this with me until now." Vegeta held the tiny capsule up for inspection.
"Hi ya!" a voice yanked him out of his solitary thoughts. "I'm Pan."
"Hi Pan," Vegeta put the capsule back in its place.
"What was that?" the 13-year-old asked curiously looking at the capsule case.
"Nothing," Vegeta said gruffly shoving it in his pocket again. "Leave me alone!"
"Grumpy," Pan snorted walking away angrily. Vegeta sighed in relief. It was a one-seater and if he told them they would probably insist on one of them going.
"I'll just have to be careful," Vegeta muttered to himself standing up. "Very careful."
Author's Note: I'm back! Injured, scratched, tired, cranky but having an inbox full of reviews cheered me up! I didn't even get a sunburn or a mosquito bite! Yeaaaaa! But I did get swollen fingers from a pony who decided to be a jerk on the day of my tests, oh well I passed with flying colours! And no I haven't seen Dragonball GT movies, show or anything so they are probably out of character, deal with it. On with the fic!
Disclaimer: Veggie: Herman was booted out of office for using big word and definitions! I get to do it now! DBZ belongs to, oh I forget their name but it'll come to me. But it definitely doesn't belong to the clown who wrote this fic!
alexh35: I heard that, you're fired too!
Chapter 12
"Are you sure this is the place?" Vegeta asked Nimbus wide-eyed as he surveyed the black remains of his home. "What the hell happened?"
"Kid!" a voice startled him out of his thoughts. "Kid, you're alive!"
Vegeta saw a grinning Goten waving at him. "Goten! What happened!?"
"Kid, where have you been?" Goten asked surprised now noticing that Vegeta was sitting on Nimbus. "And do I know you? Well you must be on our side if you're on Nimbus! I'll take you to the hideout."
"Ok," Vegeta followed the young man across the overcast sky to the destroyed forest surrounding the Son house. Goten landed lightly and knocked on the door.
"Shelly eats shea shells by the shea shore," Goten whispered. "Stupid password, I never get it right!"
"Common in Goten!" a tired voice yelled form behind the door of the Son house. Goten opened the battered wooden door motioning Vegeta to followed him.
"Trunks I found a survivor!" Goten announced proudly pushing Vegeta in the lavender-haired man's face.
"So I see," Trunks yawned. Around him the Z fighters and Bulma and Chichi looked like they were in the middle of a heated discussion before Vegeta and Goten interrupted them. "Where the hell is Vegeta! When I find him..." Trunks rubbed his forehead with a hand sighing. "So what's your name?"
"Veggie," Vegeta used his alias. "What the heck is going on?"
"Where have you been kid?" Bulma asked annoyed. "Under a rock! For the last three day Olios and his dumb friend Tranculus have been destroying all the human life!" she turned to a world map beside her. "Let's see, he's demolished half of Japan, most of Europe, there's a huge dent in Russia, Canada and the USA are swiss cheese and South America is wiped off the globe! And to top it off the Earth's protectors Goku and Vegeta are gone!"
"Olios and Tranculus?" Vegeta asked confused. "Who are they?"
"Where's my folder?" Gohan adjusted his glassed searching his briefcase. "Aha! I managed to get these photo snaps of them before they beat me up."
Vegeta took the folder from Gohan flipping through the black and white photos. There was one with a huge human-like figure except he had almost no neck and his head was long and rectangular shape. His hair was spiky and grew only on the very top of his head.
"That's Tranculus," Yamcha pointed to the big guy. "AKA Carrot Top. That is Olios."
The thing he was talking about was a small spider on Tranculus shoulder. He was so small Vegeta would have missed him if Yamcha hadn't pointed him out. Vegeta squinted and saw that his right side was purely robotic. He looked like he was clicking on a small metal device attached to Tranculus's head.
"Who is Goku and Vegeta?" Vegeta asked playing the part of an ignorant little kid.
"Goku is the Earth's number one protector and Vegeta is my husband," Bulma grumbled. "Where is he is what I want to know! One minute he was begging for food the next he was out the door looking for whoever called the Dragon."
"Tranculus is way too strong for us," Gohan sighed. "if I hadn't stopped training we might have a chance without those two but stupid me had to get caught up in work!"
"Stop beating yourself up," Videl whacked his head. "It won't help us. Too bad the Dragonballs have been used or we could wish Tranculus and Olios gone or something."
"Where is Goku?" Vegeta asked.
"Doing a project for King Kai or something," Trunks offered a chair to Vegeta. "Somewhere out in space, something about pest control. The King Kai owed the planet a favour."
"I still say we should go to New Namek and ask to used their Dragonballs," Yamcha argued. "Even if it takes a few year to get there!"
"By then it will be too late," Trunks said tiredly. "Dende said the Elder Namek is falling ill and won't have much time left. The Dragonballs have already been passed down too much, another will destroy them! And if we HAD a spaceship I would vote for travelling to Goku and use his teleportation move to get there. King Kai said that the Planet Tree was closer only a few days."
"But we still need a space ship!" Bulma slammed her hands on the table. "If you would let me in my lab I could salvage a few thing but nooooooooo! You have to be stubborn!"
"It's too dangerous mom," Trunks said. "Anyway I declare this meeting adjourn. Leave and get some air people."
The Z fighters and woman left the kitchen to go out side to get the fresh air and remaining shade there was. Vegeta followed them out slipping a hand to his pocket. Sighing he ran his fingers over the smooth white case in his pant pocket.
"Good thing Bulma forced me to take this," Vegeta slide to the wet ground behind a tree. "Though how it stayed with me for the wish I don't know." Vegeta opened the case to reveal nine capsules. "Now, this one is the Submarine, the air car, the food, the capsule house now why didn't I used that when I was camping? Anyway, this is the escape pod, the motorcycle and...the space ship! I didn't know why Bulma insisted on me taking this with me until now." Vegeta held the tiny capsule up for inspection.
"Hi ya!" a voice yanked him out of his solitary thoughts. "I'm Pan."
"Hi Pan," Vegeta put the capsule back in its place.
"What was that?" the 13-year-old asked curiously looking at the capsule case.
"Nothing," Vegeta said gruffly shoving it in his pocket again. "Leave me alone!"
"Grumpy," Pan snorted walking away angrily. Vegeta sighed in relief. It was a one-seater and if he told them they would probably insist on one of them going.
"I'll just have to be careful," Vegeta muttered to himself standing up. "Very careful."