Chapter 1: Two Saiyan Troublemakers
"Kill them all!"
"Not before me, Trunks!"
Lights were flashing; sounds were projected. Finally, the message "game over" appeared on the screen of the TV that was the center of the two boy's attentions. After a sigh of despair, Trunks and Goten put down the game controllers and got up form their sitting positions.
"We almost had it," Goten said.
"It's just a game," Trunks stated.
For these two, this was a standard activity on the weekends. Goten would go to Capsule Corp to play with Trunks while Gohan was defending Satan City from crime with Videl.
"Now what, Trunks? It's only two-thirty."
Trunks was looking trough his room to find something else to satisfy Goten's need to do just that. After about a minute, he came upon an object that made him smile deviously.
"What is it?" Goten asked, "I know when you smile like that you're planning something cool." Goten looked over Trunks's shoulder in eagerness.
In his eight-year-old hands, Trunks had the Dragon Radar.
"My mom was looking all over for this," Trunks said, "I must have kept it here after the Tournament a couple of months ago." He looked to his best friend. "You thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Summon the Dragon?"
"Bingo."
"What should we wish for?"
"I know…"
Then Bulma's voice came from downstairs. "Goten, your brother's here!"
"Oh no! I can't go. My brother must be finished with the city today."
"Already? I thought he would want to spend more time with Videl?"
"What are we going to do?" Goten asked nervously.
"I know. First we…" Trunks lowered his voice to a whisper.
After a few minutes, Goten and Trunks came downstairs.
"About time, Bro," Gohan said looking at the two-smiling kids.
"Gohan, me and Trunks just had a great idea."
"What?"
"Well since you're already done with patrolling the city, instead of just going home, let's play a game of hide-and-seek."
"Awww come on, bro. First Videl gets sick, my suit malfunctions, now you want to play a game."
"But, Gohan…" Goten complained like the seven-year-old he was.
"I know you want to play with Trunks a little longer, but I just called mom. She and Dad are expecting us."
As Goten started to look down in disappointment, Vegeta stepped into the room.
"Gohan!" he shouted, "What are you doing?"
"Huh? What did I do?" the teenager asked turning around to see the speaker.
Suddenly, he felt a small hand super speed its way into his pocket, taking out a piece of paper. Gohan turned back just to see both of the boys run outside. However, he was not too late to hear his brother say something.
"Probably a letter from Videl."
"Hey! You two come back here!" Gohan literally flew out of the house with a huge blush on his face to chase after the two troublemakers, slamming the door behind him. Vegeta looked around to see if anyone else was there.
"Finally. I thought I was going to have to force them out, but that incident should keep everybody out for some time. Nobody but me and the woman."
He creaked his knuckles and flexed out his arms. Walking towards the bedroom, he took off the muscle shirt he was wearing and started to undo his pants.
"One-hundred and fifty days and counting," the unshaven person said.
On a lonely deserted island off the coast of South America in the Pacific Ocean, a man counts the days since he was washed to its shores. Just a few months ago, he was watching a movie about this very situation staring a very famous actor (A/N: I'm not going to mention any names, but his initials are T. O. M. H. A. N. K. S.), and now, here he was in a situation similar to it.
"It looks like nobody's going to find me."
He thought he heard something out of the air. Looking up he saw a round, disk-shaped object descending from the sky. Landing several feet from the discard traveler, the object, about ten yards in diameter with a center sphere nine yards tall, it opened its top portion. What looked like a person hovered out.
"Yup," the man said, "I must be losing it."
"So you human's do speak some form of our dialect, just as I hypothesized."
"What? Did you say something?"
The humanoid looked at the man with cold, mechanistic eyes.
"I am communicating to you through telepathic channeling, but that's not important now. Do you know anything of the Saiyans?"
"Saiyan? What's that?"
"I see. So they've managed to hide it, or rather, what they are."
The man could only stare as the alien closed his cold eyes. Taking a better look at him, the stranded man could see that the clothes he was wearing looked like they had just came from a freezer. Something else was on his back although that seemed to be new or preserved. He could tell it was about a meter in length from what he could see. Suddenly, the one from the space ship opened his eyes in enlightenment.
"That's it. I sense two of them. Both are young, but so where the people there ancestors killed. Their parents will then come to me for vengeance."
"Uhhh? Look I'm stranded here too, so my name's Richard Crosby…"
"Stay here," the being telepathically said to him, "and keep your bald head out of my ship. I'll be back as soon as I kill these Saiyans."
The strange humanoid alien flew off to the west at an incredible speed.