Title: Two Guys, A Girl, and the Saiyan
Race
Author: Trunks_Girl
Chapter: 1, Meetings
Rating: PG
Author's notes: The two guys are
Freeza and Vegeta and the girl is Vegs. Um, please don't flame me about the storyline
or stuff like that. You can yell about spelling/grammar ect, but the way I see
it, if you don't like my story line or something like that, don't keep reading.
You have no right to bag someone because you don't like it, because that is
their style of writing and if you hate it that much, write your own.
Disclaimer: I claim no
rights to Dragon Ball Z. I am writing this for non-profit so please don't sue
me.
There it was again! A flash but no more.
A thirteen-year-old Prince Vegeta jumped out of his bed. Were his guards sleeping or something? He
was a prince! Why should he get out of bed because of some stupid
noise? He heard a tiny rustle in his closet. He walked over to his closet,
powering up the whole time. He kicked in the door and he saw something beside
his spandex. (Giggle giggle!) He held out his hand creating an energy ball. A
flash! The thing was gone! He turned around, confused. This thing was fast! Too
fast! It crawled under his bed. He
walked over to his bed. He didn't like this! This was awful! Vegeta knew he was
strong but if he couldn't keep up with this how could he fight it? "Come out,"
he cooed. "I won't kill you if you do," he heard a soft giggle. Vegeta raised
an eyebrow. That sounded like a female. Females weren't trained to
fight. So why was this one so fast? You had to be careful around them though.
If they have a child you may get severely hurt. They love their children and
despite tradition they won't give them up. Sometimes they have to get killed to
get the child. Vegeta looked under the bed and saw another flash. The thing
stood up on his bed with her hands behind her back. Her?! Vegeta eyed
her over. She had black hair left out and wild, just like males. She had baby
blue eyes and a cruel grin pasted on her face. She was wearing very short,
tight, white pants and a midriff, light blue top. She was indeed pretty.
Different from all other females. Most females take great care to keep their
wild Saiyan hair in place. They hate shorts as far as he knew and mostly wear
dresses. Right there and then he decided he didn't like her. He looked at her
with a nasty snarl. She growled but kept her hands behind her back. What is
behind her back? He wondered. "Show me," Vegeta commanded. She growled
again. "Show me!" he demanded again. He saw a flash of silver. A knife! Was she
an assassin? She put the knife in her back pocket and showed what was in her
hands. It was one of Vegeta's battle suits! He almost fell over. Why did she
want that?! She made a goofy grin. She finally spoke. "I…I want to
fight…" she said softly. "And being female kind of drags that back, so I though
if I took one of these people would think I'm male and…" Vegeta stood there
with his mouth wide. This was crazy! How could she expect to pull that off? It
was obvious she was female, with or without a suit. But, none the less, why did
she think she was good enough to be a warrior?
"What makes you think you could even get
to be a warrior?" he asked her.
"Why don't you get your guards in here
to see if they could help you out?"
"Guards! Get in here NOW!!" Vegeta
bellowed. Usually it half a second for the guards to get to his room. After
about 5 seconds of waiting Vegeta poked his head out the door and his face went
white. There were four guards unconscious, or dead he couldn't tell, and
bleeding a lot. The girl sat down on his bed and took off her shoes and sock.
"Hey hey hey!" He screamed. "What are you doing? That's my bed!! As in
the Prince-of-all-Saiyan's bed! As in get-your-butt-off it bed!"
The girl gave him a funny look. "So?"
she said. "I don't care. To me your just another snotty male who thinks they
can get anything they want. So there!" Vegeta's jaw dropped to the ground. No
one spoke to him like this! So why haven't I killed her? He asked
himself. She went to pull off her top. "Hey hey hey!" He repeated. "What are
you doing?!"
She rased an eyebrow. "Uh, trying on
your uniform…"
"But…Here?"
"Oh, I forgot," she blushed. "I'm used
to being around slaves, we don't care about stuff like that," she flashed away.
"HEY!" he called. "Where are you?" More
importantly, why haven't I killed her?
She flashed back admiring herself in the
mirror. "Right here," she laughed and winked. She started to walk around in
front of the mirror. "It's too tight here!" she said pointing to her bust.
Vegeta went a deep crimson. "Uh, uh,
uh," Why haven't I killed her? Look at her! Just standing there! Making me
get embarrassed!
She looked at him. "Oh!" she said again.
"Oh! Oh! Sorry… I keep forgetting. Could I uh, get one made to uh, fit better?
Grr!" she tried to pull the spandex out of her butt. "How do you deal with
this?!" she asked.
"You get used to it," Vegeta said
looking at the ground. Why haven't I killed her?
"I'll pay you the money if you can get
me one made…"
"Um, how will I explain it?" he asked.
"They'll think I'm getting breast implants or something!" She should be dead
by now! Why haven't I killed her?
The girl shrugged. "So? Well, I'll ask
for one and you come with me or something. They can't say no to the Prince of all
Saiyan's could they?"
"Well, no, but why should I and - hey! I
don't even know your name!"
She looked at the ground. "Vegeta,"
"That's Prince Vegeta," he
corrected.
"No, my name is Vegeta too but
everyone calls me Vegs. And besides, to me your just Vegeta!"
"No way! Why should I let you in
particular call me Vegeta?" I'll kill her right now!
"Because I'm to cute to say no to," She
gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. Vegeta blushed. Why did she do that? And
I liked it! Dear Kami I must be sick!
"Could we go now?" she asked, then left
the room and came back in her regular clothes, holding a neatly folded suit in
her hands.
"I guess so…" Wait till she puts it
away. A Ki blast to her back and then she'll be gone.
She walked over to the cupboard and hung
up his suit. Strike now! He commanded himself. Vegeta started to make a
small ball of energy. She turned around and he let the ball dissolve. Why
didn't I kill her? So what if she's looking at me when I do it?
She took his hand. "Lets go," He
snatched his hand away quickly.
"Who do you think you are?" he demanded.
"Um, I think I'm Vegs,"
"Smart ass," he scoffed.
She watched him fold his hands over his
chest and stick his chin up. When Vegeta looked at her she was doing the same
thing. Vegs tried to copy the same mean look on Vegeta's onto her own. As she
tried Vegeta burst out laughing.
"What?!" she said looking around.
"What's so god-dam funny?" Vegeta could only laugh and point. Vegs 'hmphed'. "I
only wanna fit in!" she cried but Vegeta kept on laughing. "Yaaaah!" she
screeched and scratched Vegeta across the face. Vegeta blinked. Growled.
Frowned more and then looked at Vegs harder. She had a mean look on her face
with cold, heard eyes and he started to laughs again. She looked like a female
him! It was too funny. She snarled and raised her hand ready to slap him silly
and then he slowed down. "I don't mean to laugh! It's just you look like a girl
version of me! She gave him a puzzled look. "Is that good or bad?"
He stopped laughing. "I don' know… Well
let's go get this uniform,"
