TOONAMI IS FULL OF A BUNCH OF HALF-WITTED GERBLE DROPPING SNIFFERS WHO THINK ITS 'ACCEPTABLE' TO ONLY SHOW HALF OF AN ANIME SAGA!!!!!!!!! 'huff' 'huff' 'huff' Sorry about that folks, just blowing off some steam. What were they thinking stopping the last saga of DBZ after 'Final Atonement' it was a great episode but there is more to the series!!! OK 'ahem' here is how I'm going to play this. The DBZ setting I am using is set after the Buu saga, although I do know a little about DBGT, i.e. SS level 4, I only know enough to really screw it up so it will not be mentioned here. I know how the rest of the Buu saga goes from research I did on the net, but will not include any spoilers for those of you whom want to see it on TV. That is if Toonami ever does get off their asses and play the show like it was meant to be. Yamcha, Tien, and Chatosu, will not be in here because they are week fighters and I do not like them. However Krillen, 18, Marron, and Master Roshi may appear at a later date. Ok, I am juggling updates with my Tenchi story "Another Like Me" so if you get tired of waiting here for an update check it out, also in finals again (damn school). Here We Go...
The prince of Saiyans landed on one of the many balconies at Capsule Corp. Entering his room through the sliding glass door he looked it over with an almost involuntary sense of detail. The sheets had been washed, the 'television', as they called it, controller had been set on top of the device instead of remaining on the table by the bed, and one of the storage doors had been gone through.
Vegeta harrumphed as he closed the door completely on the way to his bathroom. He removed his tattered armor and let it fall to the floor before he stepped in the shower. Letting the hot water run over his sore mussels he almost fell asleep. It was an easy three-hour flight from the Sahara back to Japan. But after training in the desert for two weeks it had felt like an eternity. He grumbled to no one in particular as he shut off the shower and shook his hair back to its gravity-defying self. The Saiyan dropped the towel to the bathroom floor along with his armor and walked back into his room, dripping on the carpet.
"Stupid woman! She has had plenty of time to complete the armor I requested." Vegeta cursed as he viewed his empty side of the closet. After some rummaging through the pre-furnished drawers, he finally put on a pair of black gym shorts and a white undershirt.
"There's no way in hell I'm wearing that damned pink 'BAD MAN' shirt again." He said storming out of his room and slamming the door.
"Oh Vegeta honey, you're back." Mrs. Briefs sounded as he entered the kitchen. Vegeta was hungry but decided to forgo food for the time being. The last time he had attempted to eat in the same room as her he had been bombarded with questions, comments, and general babbling over her soaps, although the character Stefano did intrigue him, he decided to end the brewing conversation before it started.
"Where is your husband!" He demanded no sooner than Mrs. Briefs' greeting left her mouth.
"I think he is outside at your gravity chamber. You wouldn't believe what happened with Marlana and John today..." Although Vegeta prided himself on never backing down from an argument, this was one battle he could never stand. He left the babbling woman to herself and went out the door.
If Mr. Briefs was at the gravity chamber it probably meant he was not through tinkering with it after Trunks and his last, confrontation left it in ruins. Instead of harping this fact to Mr. Briefs, he decided to let him be, the good doctor always worked slower when he stared over his shoulder. Trunks, he was certainly becoming a very advanced warrior. Although Kakorot was still his superior, he would be damned if his son would be second best to that idiot Goten.
Cracking the door to Bulma's lab the Saiyan quietly slipped in. Watching his blue haired mate work he sighed. He remembered the first time he saw her, Namek right before his fight with Zarbon. He admired how beautiful she was. Slowly he crept up and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"AHH!" Bulma yelped as she turned around. "Vegeta! Why are you always sneaking up in me like that!"
Vegeta backed away, he hadn't meant to startle her. "Maybe you would have heard me coming if you weren't daydreaming!"
"Daydreaming, me!?!? Never!"
"Hn..." Vegeta crossed his arms. It was always so easy to get under her skin. "Well if you weren't daydreaming you should have had plenty of time to make the suits I requested."
"I did and they're over there." Bulma pointed to the clothes rack in the corner. "I never know if you are coming back so I didn't want to clutter my closet if you ran off this time!" She yelled flopping back into her chair and turning her back.
Vegeta looked at the suits in the corner. *Now lets see, she is probably waiting on some come back along the lines of 'Why would I ever want to come back to this stink-hole.'* He thought a moment longer before letting out an almost nonexistent chuckle.
Bulma sat in her chair praying for Vegeta's come back. She had been waiting all week for this. *Come on just say it, 'Why would I want to come back to this stink-hole woman!'* She thought in her best Vegeta voice. *I'm going to get you this time.* She to let out a chuckle.
She was caught completely caught off guard as her chair was spun around bringing her face to face with two jet black eyes.
"You know I'll always come back for this." He said in a low seductive voice as he pressed his lips to hers. She leaned back in the chair as their kiss deepened. *Damn you Vegeta.*
*I win again.* Their thoughts played in one another's heads until the kiss finally ended leaving Bulma leaning lazily back in her chair.
Vegeta looked her in the eyes a moment before walking off and removing his shirt.
"Vegeta! Not in here." Bulma blushed looking at his muscular back.
Vegeta chuckled. "Is that all you ever think about?" The prince asked in a softer tone than usual as he pulled on a new armor suit. "I have been gone a week and Trunks has no doubt been slacking off with Goten, it's about time we started some real tran..."
Vegeta stopped talking in mid sentence and seemed to be looking into space.
"Vegeta... Vegeta what's wrong?" Bulma asked.
The unsettling quiet of the lab was relieved as the air shook and a tall man in an orange and blue marshal arts uniform appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the room.
"You feel it too Kakarot?"
"Yea, but their... I mean they can't be can they?" Goku said, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by a mask of stone.
"I don't know, but they are not far from here."
"Dad!" Trunks burst into the room. "What is that?"
Goku closed his eyes and searched the energy. "There are four. Two are much weaker but their powers are different."
"And the other two?" Bulma asked. She hated when they got like this. It usually meant that someone, or something for that matter was coming and someone would end up dying.
Vegeta and Goku remained silent but looked at one another.
"Come on Trunks, we need to go."
"Alright lets go!" Trunks yelled excitedly at his father. The three Saiyans ran out of Bulma's lab and into the street bordering Capsule Corp. Three white energy trails left the ground speeding to the new threat.
Bulma sat back down at her desk. *Why cant we just be left alone.* She laid her head on the table and sobbed.
"Hey dad!" A voice yelled from behind the speeding warriors.
"Gohan, Goten!" Trunks yelled back as his best friend flew up beside him.
"Dad?" Gohan asked as he reached the front of the pack. "Who are they?"
"I don't know."
Well out of the city, the five fighters spotted four people standing on a green hilltop. As they descended to the ground they found two young men with surprisingly similar dressing styles.
"Hey, they are dressed like you two." Goku's oldest son observed.
Goku and Vegeta sized up the potential threat. There was no mistaking it, they were Saiyans. One stood about as tall as Goku, unruly sandy blond hair and blue eyes, and wore the same type of battle armor under his overcoat as Vegeta did. The other had black hair, black eyes and could of easily passed for Goku's brother. Although their power-levels were lowered, the two experienced fighters could tell they posed no threat. Goku breathed a sigh of relief, he was tired of fighting for the world, actually he was tireder of dying for it. Vegeta looked past the two men closest to them to the two women, actually to one of them. Once they had gotten closer to them he had sensed they were of little concern, but when he landed he had seen that damned animal.
"Are you Goku and Vegeta?" The one in the marshal arts gi asked.
"Hn..." Vegeta crossed his arms, it was not surprising they knew their names.
"Yea, I'm Goku and that's Vegeta."
"Well, this is going to sound weird but we are from the future." The black haired man said. He was almost a mirror image of Goku, except he was just a few inches too short.
Vegeta chuckled. "Looks like more time travelers Kakarot."
"Anyway," The man continued ignoring Vegeta's curt remark. "Dende let us go into the Room of Spirits so you could help us train," Goken looked at the ground. "Cell is back."
"Cell!" Goku yelled.
"It can't be, I killed him."
"Well you did Gohan, it's just that he made a backup of himself that regenerated later."
"So who exactly are you and what makes you think we should train you." Vegeta spoke now.
"Well I'm Goken, the tall guy is Jim. The girl in the robes is Suzuka and the other one is Aisha."
"And that means what? Why should we take time out of our lives and stoop down to your power levels?"
"Well." Jim finally spoke stepping forward. "I'm your great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great grandson. And Goken is Goku's great great great great..."
"I get the point!" Vegeta yelled shutting Jim up. "So what you're Saiyans, what difference does that make. We aren't running a training school here!"
"HEY!" Aisha yelled stepping in Vegeta's face and tapping her finger on his chest. "These two came here to train to fix something you couldn't finish!"
"You had best get out of my face Ctarl!" The prince said the words slowly; making sure she knew it was not an empty threat.
Aisha stepped back. Everyone, including Jim and Goken at least cringed when she threatened someone like that. But this guy didn't even flinch.
"Hey calm down, of course we'll train you. Right Vegeta?"
The prince grunted as he eyed the Ctarl woman who stepped back and put her arm around his descendents waist. *Inexcusable! A descendent of royal blood with that animal.*
~~~:*:~~~
The four new arrivals landed with the greatest warriors of all time at their new home, Capsule Corp. Vegeta was not thrilled with them staying there but Trunks kept insisting that there were plenty of rooms. Upon entering, Goku instantly rushed to the kitchen while the others spread themselves across the main living room.
"Vegeta, who are they?" Bulma asked coming up from her lab.
Vegeta remained silent carefully watching the newcomers.
"They're from the future mom, like me." Trunks grinned. His mother had told him the story of Mrai Trunks and the photo of himself holding himself was his favorite possession.
"Yes Ma'am," Jim stood. "My name is Jim and this is Goken. Your son said that we might be able to stay here while we train."
"Sure, I'm already catering to one freeloader." Bulma smiled looking at her husband and elbowing him on the shoulder. However he never broke his gaze from Jim and Aisha.
"So, who are the two ladies with you?"
"Oh uh sorry, this is my wife Aisha and that's Suzuka."
*Wife!?!? That idiot is tainting the last remnants of the royal Saiyan bloodline with that Ctarl!* Vegeta fumed as he turned and left, nearly pushing Goku out of the way who was returning from the kitchen with a turkey leg in his mouth.
"Did I say something wrong?" Jim asked.
"No, Vegeta is just a little moody sometimes." Bulma sighed watching the doorway. *Wonder what's griping his butt?*
~~~:*:~~~
"Here you go." Bulma said opening the door to one of the larger quarters.
"Thank you very much." Suzuka replied bowing. "I hope it is not too much trouble letting us have one with two bedrooms?"
"Aw it's nothing. We only have them for when investors want to see the plant. Most of them are too rich for their own good and end up renting a condo for a week instead of staying here. Since you are training with Goku tomorrow I wouldn't worry with an alarm clock, its Jim I feel bad for."
"What do you mean?" Goken asked while exploring the apartment.
"Well, Vegeta likes to get a early start." Bulma grinned, and closed the door on the way out.
~~:*:~~
Aisha bounced happily on the bed. "Come on Jim! Its Fun!"
Jim laughed as he dried his hair from the shower. "No thanks Aisha, Bulma warned me that I might want to get a full nights rest."
Aisha stopped bouncing and sat Indian style on the bed. "Aww you're no fun."
Jim surprised her by crashing on the bed from across the room and sending her flying in the air.
"AHHH!" Aisha yelled as she landed next to Jim and ruffled her hand in his hair.
The two just lay there looking into one another's eyes.
"It's been a while hasn't it?" Aisha asked pecking Jim on the lips and snuggling up to his chest.
"One year, ten months, eleven days." Aisha cracked one eye and looked at him. "What, you think I would forget that night on the bench, before I knew anything about this?"
"No," She said closing her eye and smiling as he held her close. "Just thought I might be the only one that was counting."
...Ok Ok Ok, I know that had a lot of DBZ in it but I felt it was necessary to get you thinking in that way to picture the three members of OLS in the DBZ universe. Jesus I have finals tomorrow and I really should be studying, AH WELL SCREW IT! Four more days of hell and its three weeks of lying around until I go to New Orleans for New Years!!! Yep, me and my best bud will be flinging beads at bare-chested young women while you are freezing your asses off and watching Dick Clark HAHAHAHA!!! As always, please review and tell me what you think, reviews are like heroin to a writer, uh (looks around) not... that I ... ever... tried... heroin...
The prince of Saiyans landed on one of the many balconies at Capsule Corp. Entering his room through the sliding glass door he looked it over with an almost involuntary sense of detail. The sheets had been washed, the 'television', as they called it, controller had been set on top of the device instead of remaining on the table by the bed, and one of the storage doors had been gone through.
Vegeta harrumphed as he closed the door completely on the way to his bathroom. He removed his tattered armor and let it fall to the floor before he stepped in the shower. Letting the hot water run over his sore mussels he almost fell asleep. It was an easy three-hour flight from the Sahara back to Japan. But after training in the desert for two weeks it had felt like an eternity. He grumbled to no one in particular as he shut off the shower and shook his hair back to its gravity-defying self. The Saiyan dropped the towel to the bathroom floor along with his armor and walked back into his room, dripping on the carpet.
"Stupid woman! She has had plenty of time to complete the armor I requested." Vegeta cursed as he viewed his empty side of the closet. After some rummaging through the pre-furnished drawers, he finally put on a pair of black gym shorts and a white undershirt.
"There's no way in hell I'm wearing that damned pink 'BAD MAN' shirt again." He said storming out of his room and slamming the door.
"Oh Vegeta honey, you're back." Mrs. Briefs sounded as he entered the kitchen. Vegeta was hungry but decided to forgo food for the time being. The last time he had attempted to eat in the same room as her he had been bombarded with questions, comments, and general babbling over her soaps, although the character Stefano did intrigue him, he decided to end the brewing conversation before it started.
"Where is your husband!" He demanded no sooner than Mrs. Briefs' greeting left her mouth.
"I think he is outside at your gravity chamber. You wouldn't believe what happened with Marlana and John today..." Although Vegeta prided himself on never backing down from an argument, this was one battle he could never stand. He left the babbling woman to herself and went out the door.
If Mr. Briefs was at the gravity chamber it probably meant he was not through tinkering with it after Trunks and his last, confrontation left it in ruins. Instead of harping this fact to Mr. Briefs, he decided to let him be, the good doctor always worked slower when he stared over his shoulder. Trunks, he was certainly becoming a very advanced warrior. Although Kakorot was still his superior, he would be damned if his son would be second best to that idiot Goten.
Cracking the door to Bulma's lab the Saiyan quietly slipped in. Watching his blue haired mate work he sighed. He remembered the first time he saw her, Namek right before his fight with Zarbon. He admired how beautiful she was. Slowly he crept up and placed a hand on her shoulder.
"AHH!" Bulma yelped as she turned around. "Vegeta! Why are you always sneaking up in me like that!"
Vegeta backed away, he hadn't meant to startle her. "Maybe you would have heard me coming if you weren't daydreaming!"
"Daydreaming, me!?!? Never!"
"Hn..." Vegeta crossed his arms. It was always so easy to get under her skin. "Well if you weren't daydreaming you should have had plenty of time to make the suits I requested."
"I did and they're over there." Bulma pointed to the clothes rack in the corner. "I never know if you are coming back so I didn't want to clutter my closet if you ran off this time!" She yelled flopping back into her chair and turning her back.
Vegeta looked at the suits in the corner. *Now lets see, she is probably waiting on some come back along the lines of 'Why would I ever want to come back to this stink-hole.'* He thought a moment longer before letting out an almost nonexistent chuckle.
Bulma sat in her chair praying for Vegeta's come back. She had been waiting all week for this. *Come on just say it, 'Why would I want to come back to this stink-hole woman!'* She thought in her best Vegeta voice. *I'm going to get you this time.* She to let out a chuckle.
She was caught completely caught off guard as her chair was spun around bringing her face to face with two jet black eyes.
"You know I'll always come back for this." He said in a low seductive voice as he pressed his lips to hers. She leaned back in the chair as their kiss deepened. *Damn you Vegeta.*
*I win again.* Their thoughts played in one another's heads until the kiss finally ended leaving Bulma leaning lazily back in her chair.
Vegeta looked her in the eyes a moment before walking off and removing his shirt.
"Vegeta! Not in here." Bulma blushed looking at his muscular back.
Vegeta chuckled. "Is that all you ever think about?" The prince asked in a softer tone than usual as he pulled on a new armor suit. "I have been gone a week and Trunks has no doubt been slacking off with Goten, it's about time we started some real tran..."
Vegeta stopped talking in mid sentence and seemed to be looking into space.
"Vegeta... Vegeta what's wrong?" Bulma asked.
The unsettling quiet of the lab was relieved as the air shook and a tall man in an orange and blue marshal arts uniform appeared out of nowhere in the middle of the room.
"You feel it too Kakarot?"
"Yea, but their... I mean they can't be can they?" Goku said, his usual carefree demeanor replaced by a mask of stone.
"I don't know, but they are not far from here."
"Dad!" Trunks burst into the room. "What is that?"
Goku closed his eyes and searched the energy. "There are four. Two are much weaker but their powers are different."
"And the other two?" Bulma asked. She hated when they got like this. It usually meant that someone, or something for that matter was coming and someone would end up dying.
Vegeta and Goku remained silent but looked at one another.
"Come on Trunks, we need to go."
"Alright lets go!" Trunks yelled excitedly at his father. The three Saiyans ran out of Bulma's lab and into the street bordering Capsule Corp. Three white energy trails left the ground speeding to the new threat.
Bulma sat back down at her desk. *Why cant we just be left alone.* She laid her head on the table and sobbed.
"Hey dad!" A voice yelled from behind the speeding warriors.
"Gohan, Goten!" Trunks yelled back as his best friend flew up beside him.
"Dad?" Gohan asked as he reached the front of the pack. "Who are they?"
"I don't know."
Well out of the city, the five fighters spotted four people standing on a green hilltop. As they descended to the ground they found two young men with surprisingly similar dressing styles.
"Hey, they are dressed like you two." Goku's oldest son observed.
Goku and Vegeta sized up the potential threat. There was no mistaking it, they were Saiyans. One stood about as tall as Goku, unruly sandy blond hair and blue eyes, and wore the same type of battle armor under his overcoat as Vegeta did. The other had black hair, black eyes and could of easily passed for Goku's brother. Although their power-levels were lowered, the two experienced fighters could tell they posed no threat. Goku breathed a sigh of relief, he was tired of fighting for the world, actually he was tireder of dying for it. Vegeta looked past the two men closest to them to the two women, actually to one of them. Once they had gotten closer to them he had sensed they were of little concern, but when he landed he had seen that damned animal.
"Are you Goku and Vegeta?" The one in the marshal arts gi asked.
"Hn..." Vegeta crossed his arms, it was not surprising they knew their names.
"Yea, I'm Goku and that's Vegeta."
"Well, this is going to sound weird but we are from the future." The black haired man said. He was almost a mirror image of Goku, except he was just a few inches too short.
Vegeta chuckled. "Looks like more time travelers Kakarot."
"Anyway," The man continued ignoring Vegeta's curt remark. "Dende let us go into the Room of Spirits so you could help us train," Goken looked at the ground. "Cell is back."
"Cell!" Goku yelled.
"It can't be, I killed him."
"Well you did Gohan, it's just that he made a backup of himself that regenerated later."
"So who exactly are you and what makes you think we should train you." Vegeta spoke now.
"Well I'm Goken, the tall guy is Jim. The girl in the robes is Suzuka and the other one is Aisha."
"And that means what? Why should we take time out of our lives and stoop down to your power levels?"
"Well." Jim finally spoke stepping forward. "I'm your great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great great grandson. And Goken is Goku's great great great great..."
"I get the point!" Vegeta yelled shutting Jim up. "So what you're Saiyans, what difference does that make. We aren't running a training school here!"
"HEY!" Aisha yelled stepping in Vegeta's face and tapping her finger on his chest. "These two came here to train to fix something you couldn't finish!"
"You had best get out of my face Ctarl!" The prince said the words slowly; making sure she knew it was not an empty threat.
Aisha stepped back. Everyone, including Jim and Goken at least cringed when she threatened someone like that. But this guy didn't even flinch.
"Hey calm down, of course we'll train you. Right Vegeta?"
The prince grunted as he eyed the Ctarl woman who stepped back and put her arm around his descendents waist. *Inexcusable! A descendent of royal blood with that animal.*
~~~:*:~~~
The four new arrivals landed with the greatest warriors of all time at their new home, Capsule Corp. Vegeta was not thrilled with them staying there but Trunks kept insisting that there were plenty of rooms. Upon entering, Goku instantly rushed to the kitchen while the others spread themselves across the main living room.
"Vegeta, who are they?" Bulma asked coming up from her lab.
Vegeta remained silent carefully watching the newcomers.
"They're from the future mom, like me." Trunks grinned. His mother had told him the story of Mrai Trunks and the photo of himself holding himself was his favorite possession.
"Yes Ma'am," Jim stood. "My name is Jim and this is Goken. Your son said that we might be able to stay here while we train."
"Sure, I'm already catering to one freeloader." Bulma smiled looking at her husband and elbowing him on the shoulder. However he never broke his gaze from Jim and Aisha.
"So, who are the two ladies with you?"
"Oh uh sorry, this is my wife Aisha and that's Suzuka."
*Wife!?!? That idiot is tainting the last remnants of the royal Saiyan bloodline with that Ctarl!* Vegeta fumed as he turned and left, nearly pushing Goku out of the way who was returning from the kitchen with a turkey leg in his mouth.
"Did I say something wrong?" Jim asked.
"No, Vegeta is just a little moody sometimes." Bulma sighed watching the doorway. *Wonder what's griping his butt?*
~~~:*:~~~
"Here you go." Bulma said opening the door to one of the larger quarters.
"Thank you very much." Suzuka replied bowing. "I hope it is not too much trouble letting us have one with two bedrooms?"
"Aw it's nothing. We only have them for when investors want to see the plant. Most of them are too rich for their own good and end up renting a condo for a week instead of staying here. Since you are training with Goku tomorrow I wouldn't worry with an alarm clock, its Jim I feel bad for."
"What do you mean?" Goken asked while exploring the apartment.
"Well, Vegeta likes to get a early start." Bulma grinned, and closed the door on the way out.
~~:*:~~
Aisha bounced happily on the bed. "Come on Jim! Its Fun!"
Jim laughed as he dried his hair from the shower. "No thanks Aisha, Bulma warned me that I might want to get a full nights rest."
Aisha stopped bouncing and sat Indian style on the bed. "Aww you're no fun."
Jim surprised her by crashing on the bed from across the room and sending her flying in the air.
"AHHH!" Aisha yelled as she landed next to Jim and ruffled her hand in his hair.
The two just lay there looking into one another's eyes.
"It's been a while hasn't it?" Aisha asked pecking Jim on the lips and snuggling up to his chest.
"One year, ten months, eleven days." Aisha cracked one eye and looked at him. "What, you think I would forget that night on the bench, before I knew anything about this?"
"No," She said closing her eye and smiling as he held her close. "Just thought I might be the only one that was counting."
...Ok Ok Ok, I know that had a lot of DBZ in it but I felt it was necessary to get you thinking in that way to picture the three members of OLS in the DBZ universe. Jesus I have finals tomorrow and I really should be studying, AH WELL SCREW IT! Four more days of hell and its three weeks of lying around until I go to New Orleans for New Years!!! Yep, me and my best bud will be flinging beads at bare-chested young women while you are freezing your asses off and watching Dick Clark HAHAHAHA!!! As always, please review and tell me what you think, reviews are like heroin to a writer, uh (looks around) not... that I ... ever... tried... heroin...
