Gohan looked at the waking saiyans. Trunks mustn't have hit them that hard if they are waking up so soon, he thought. He saw one saiyan making his way towards him. Gohan looked closely and realized it was his uncle.
"Gowand, isn't it?"
"Gohan," he told his uncle stressing the 'han'.
"Yes, yes. Gohan, who is that snot-nose brat who defeated all of us?"
Gohan smirked at him. "That's Trunks, Vegeta's son. I'm surprise he let it play out has long as he did."
Radditz let Gohan's words sink in. "And this other boy, the one who looks like a miniature copy of Kakarot, is he my nephew?"
"Yes."
"And is he as strong as Trunks?"
Gohan nodded. "Why do you want to know?"
Radditz choose his words carefully. "Those two boys are keeping my prince." He pause, wondering what else to say to this half-breed, when a blond hair woman walked into the room holding a tray. The smell of the pastries soon woke the other saiyans up.
"I've made some cakes, Gohan dear. When Bulma called me to tell me she had guests and would need my help, I came right over. I'll set this tray on the coffee table. That's reminds me, who wants coffee? Tea? Cola? Or maybe beer? Mind you, the beer won't be that strong. My husband rarely drinks the stuff and Vegeta doesn't drink it at all. He said he didn't want anything to miss up with his thinking."
A younger saiyan, maybe around fifteen or so, came up to the woman. "What is this beer?"
Mrs. Briefs stared for a second. "Oh, my! Why, isn't he the handsome one!" The saiyan was tall--six foot two--and had a slightly muscular, tan body. His brushy black hair was tied in a short ponytail and his coal black eyes were studying the woman's yellow hair, which he had never seen on another being. Like all of the other saiyans, he had on saiyan armor. "Come with me, dear. I'll show you or are you too young for it? Oh well, Bulma would know."
The saiyan followed Mrs. Briefs into the kitchen. He was shock to learn that these earthlings came with a variety of hair color. Purple, yellow, blue, what's next, green? Cabbage watched the blue hair woman's jaw drop as she looked at him. This was nothing new to him. Women had been doing that for years. He was--as his mother likes to say--cursed with too much good looks. She said it was a curse on his father's side that the first male born as the seventh child was to have too much good looks.
Mrs. Briefs, who by now, got over the handsomeness of the young saiyan, said to her daughter, "Bulma, dear, do we still have some beer? Those men are going to be thirsty."
"And you're going to be giving these saiyans beer? What are you, crazy? Haven't you ever wondered why Vegeta never touch the stuff?"
"Well, I always thought he just never liked beer, sweetheart."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Vegeta never touches it because one drink to him is about ten times over the alcoholic level to us. Do you really want a bunch of drunken saiyans walking around CC? Goku, if and when he drinks it, can only drink about a half a cup and still stay semi sane."
Mrs. Briefs frowned for a second at this but soon it was replace with her usually smiling face. "Okay, dear. I'll just go make some coffee and tea for Vegeta's friends." She hummed as she got out the ingredients to make the drinks.
Bulma turned the saiyan. "Hi, I'm Bulma Briefs, Vegeta's wife." She held out her hand.
Cabbage just looked at it. What was he suppose to do with her hand? Then something clicked. This was Vegeta's wife, his prince's mate, if he believed the saiyan, Kakarot. He knelt down at Bulma's feet and kissed the back of her hand. "I am at your service, fair lady. I am Cabbage, second class warrior, loyal guard of my young Prince Vegeta."
"Mommy!"
"Aunt Bulma!"
Bra and Pan just arrived via Bra's unknown learned instant transmission. Pan was jealous that her friend had learned her grandfather's instant transmission and turned Super Saiyan all before her. But she was happy for her friend. Now Bra could tell her how she did it. Both were surprise to see this unknown man kissing Bulma's hand.
"Bra, Pan, how did you get here?"
Cabbage quickly got to his feet and turns around to stared at the two little girls. One of them was his prince's daughter. Was it the blue hair little girl who strongly resemble Prince Vegeta's mate? Or was it the black hair little girl who strongly showed her saiyan heritage?
"We want those cookies!"
"What cookies?"
Bra rolled her eyes at her mother. "Silly! The cookies I gave Daddy."
Bulma frowned down at her daughter. "You mean the ones you stole from ChiChi?"
Pan turn to look at Bra. "So that's where the cookies went to. We are thought Grandpa Goku stole them."
Bra giggled. "No, I did. I was borrowing them." Bra looked at the man standing next to her mother. Even at her age she could tell the difference between an attractive man and an ugly man. And this man differently was more than attractive. "Hi, I'm Bra!" she giggled. "This is my friend Pan. Why are you here? Did you come to talk to my daddy? Or did you come to talk to my mommy?"
"Cabbage, this is my daughter and this is Goku's granddaughter."
Cabbage barely glanced at Pan once he knew who she was. She was nothing but a third class warrior's brat's child. Hardly at all pure in saiyan blood. Vegeta's children don't have pure saiyan blood but they had royal blood in their veins making up their defected human blood. He knelt down at the young princess's feet, which was a lot harder to do since her legs were considerably shorter than her mother's. "Princess Bra, I am at your service. I am Cabbage, second class warrior, loyal guard of my young Prince Vegita."
Bra's eyes lighten up at the mention of her new friend. "You know Prince Vegita? I was just playing with him. He wasn't that much fun. Will you play with me? Please? Panny won't! She's mean sometimes. She don't like to play house, or dress up, or tea party, or anything else. She just wants to fight. I don't like to fight."
Cabbage was confused by this. "Aren't you, Princess Bra, a saiyan? Why don't you like to fight?"
Bra looked crossed at him. "Of course I'm a saiyan, my daddy said so. What does that have to do with fighting?"
Cabbage swallowed. "Well, your Highness--Princess Bra," he quickly corrected. He didn't want to confused Vegeta's mate and daughter about which one he was speaking to. "Saiyans live to fight. It's what we do best. It wouldn't be saiyan-like not to fight. Those who doesn't fight will usually in time will get a chance either to fight to survive or renounce their saiyan blood and became a slave or something. Never has it been known that a royalty have renounce their saiyan blood. But, Princess Bra, you are young yet, if I may be so bold to say so, and you still have time to announced your saiyan blood and fight."
Pan looked at her blue hair friend. "So you're a princess. Why haven't you told me before?"
"Silly, Panny, I thought you knew! Haven't you heard my dad said that he's the Prince of all Saiyans?"
"Yeah, but I didn't know that would make you a princess or anything." Pan thought about this. She growled and slammed her fist into the palm of her hand. "That makes that purple hair nose snot--sorry Bulma--a prince too! I'm going to beat him up, that wimp! Then I can go tell everyone I beat the Prince of Saiyans!" Pan laughed evilly. Bra stared at her friend as if she never seen her before. Bulma sighed and shook her head.
"Mom! Can we have a snack?" ask Trunks as he walked through the door. He was carrying Goten Son over his shoulder, still knocked out. Little Vegita was slowly dragging his feet behind the older boys. "Bra? Pan? I should have guess you would have brought her here."
Pan growled. "Trunks! You think you're all that, don't you? Well think again! I'm going to beat you."
Trunks smirked at the raven hair girl. "Oh yeah? Guess who can go super and who can't?"
Pan growled very Vegeta like. "Why you!" Before anyone could blink, Pan had Trunks pin against the wall. "Trunks Briefs! One of these days I'll be a Super Saiyan and then who would be sorry? I bet a woman Super Saiyan would be a lot stronger!"
"Yeah, sure, whatever. I bet a woman Super Saiyan would be a lot weaker."
"Trunks, you better watch your mouth! And just who in the world gave you that idea? Was it your father again?" Bulma put her hands on her hips. "You just say that when Eighteen is around. You're not getting a snack. Go to your room."
"Ah, Mom, please just one cookie? Pretty please?"
"No, not even one." Bulma gave her son a death glare that he knew better than argue with.
"Come on, Veggie, we're going to my room."
"He's not going and neither is Goten when he gets up. Just what happened to him anyway?"
Trunks, mad at his mother for letting his entertainment stay behind, didn't answer. Bulma turned to her daughter as she giggled. "Sorry, Mommy, but I'm what happened. I was sparing with him and I won. I'll just wake him up."
Bra went to the refrigerator and pulled out a slab of ham on a plate. She carried it to the down saiyan and set it next to his nose as she sat on his stomach. She giggled some more as she watches his nose sniff the smell of the ham. She felt the muscles in his stomach and arms start to move. Bra quickly picked the plate up and moved it as far way as her arms would let her. Goten, who knew the food was right in front of him, reached out to shove it into his mouth. He missed and hit himself in the mouth since Bra had moved the ham.
"Ouch! That hurts! Bra? Why are…" he trailed off as he saw the ham. "Food! Yummy food!"
Bra knew she was in trouble. She ran as quick as lightning to her new friend. "Prince Vegita save me!"
Little Vegita glared at her. "And just why should I save you? You're nothing but a cheat."
Bra looked hurt. Big tears formed in her eyes and her lips started to quiver. "You're mean!" She looked up and saw Cabbage. She ran to him. "You will save me, right? You won't let those mean boys hurt me, will you?"
Cabbage could only shake his head.
Little Vegita looked a little mad as Bra escaped him. He was planning to take the slab of ham from the girl. "You there! Hand that girl over to me at once! I command you!"
Cabbage looked undecided it. Should he protect this little slip of a girl who had tears in her eyes or should he gave her over to his master and prince? This girl is after all is his princess, should I protect her? he thought to himself. He nodded as he made his decision. He bowed to Vegita "I'm sorry, Prince Vegita, but I can not do as you command. She is also my princess and she commanded my protection before your command."
From the doorway, Vegeta nodded. This saiyan, at least knew where his loyalties lay. Goku, who was behind him, was drooling at the sight of the ham.
"Bra, I want that ham!" Goten shot out to take it but was held back as Vegeta's hand held onto his gi. "Hey, let go!"
Vegeta gave Goten a slight shove into his father. He walked into the room. "Bra, gave that ham to me, now. Food is not aloud to be use as alarm clocks! You know better than to deny a saiyan food once its set before him."
"Yes, Papa. Am I in trouble?" Bra asked from her perch on Cabbage's shoulders.
A scream came from the other room.
Vegeta and Goku ran into the room full of saiyans. Three saiyans had grabbed Mrs. Briefs and was holding her hostage. Gohan was across the room talking to his uncle. He was angry with himself for not paying more attention to the saiyans.
Trunks, Goten, Pan, Little Vegita, and Cabbage with Bra walked into the room. Bra yelled as she saw the men with her grandmother. "You there! Get your hands off my grandmother!"
The three saiyans looked startled. One frowned at the blue hair girl on Cabbage's shoulder. "We like your grandmother. We're going to keep her."
"Third class saiyan," muttered Vegeta. Only a third class saiyan would act barbican, and in the process giving his race a bad name.
The baldhead saiyan, Carrotcobbe, looked up and started to growl. His eyes widen as he took in the sight of the powerful Prince, mistaking him for his father. "King Vegeta, sire, how did you get here? You didn't land on this dirt side planet the way we did, did you?"
Vegeta snorted. "Shut up, boy. I'm not King Vegeta, that's my father. See that boy over there, your prince?" Carrotcobbe nodded. "I'm him all grown up."
"Sire?"
Cabbage spoke up. "We all are dead. These two boys wished us back to life. I'm not quite sure how Little Prince Vegita"--the said boy growled at the name--"came with us since his future self his standing before us. The purple hair boy there, he is Prince Vegeta's son and heir to the throne. This girl here is his daughter, your princess."
Carrotcobbe bowed to the little girl. He believed Cabbage right away. Why would he tell a lie to his own people? Why would he let a little girl he could easily kill ride on his shoulders? He turns to his two friends who still were holding onto the blonde. "Release her. Prince Vegeta's mate's mother is to be treated like a princess for she was the one who gave birth to our princess and future Queen."
The two saiyans gently put the woman down. "Please forgive us! We knew not who you were!"
Mrs. Briefs patted each man. "What's to forgive, my dears? Now, do you want coffee or tea? Bulma told me that you guys couldn't have beer."
"Mama, are you all right?" asked Bulma from the doorway. The saiyans knew right then that who this woman was. Everyone got down and bowed low to the ground. Bulma, who wasn't use to people bowing at her feet, whispered to Vegeta, "Why are they bowing?"
Her husband smirked. "Didn't I ever tell you that the Queen of Saiyans is respected more than her husband? No? The Queen, after all, has to gave birth to the next king, a king who will be more powerful than any other saiyan during his time until he has a son."
"Really? I think could get use to this."
Radditz stood up from his bow and noticed a man standing next to Prince Vegeta. He knew instantly who he is. The man looked so much like his father that Radditz could have thought the two were twins born years apart. "My brother, Kakarot, you're still alive? Gohan has been talking to me. It seems I have a nephew."
"Two actually," corrected Goku.
"Two? Who's the second?"
Goku pointed to Goten. "This is my second son, Goten."
Radditz shook his head. "No, no. Not him! Gohan told me that he's my nephew already. Who's your eldest son?"
Goku looked questioning at his eldest. Radditz turned to look at the boy next to him. The 'boy' was a couple years older than him, maybe ten years older. "I'm Goku's oldest son."
"What? You can't be! I'm younger than you!"
"Point taken but you were wished back to life at a younger age than the age you would have been if you lived."
"How did I die?"
"You came to earth to find your brother and get him to help you destroy this planet. When he wouldn't, you kidnapped me. My dad held you while Piccolo shot a beam and killed both you and Dad," Gohan summarized.
"I kidnapped you?"
Gohan nodded.
"Tell me more about this." Radditz turned towards Little Vegita to be asked to leave but at the last second turn to the older one. "Prince Vegeta, you wouldn't mind if I leave for awhile? There are other saiyans here to protect the royal family."
Vegeta nodded. He watched Gohan, Kakarot, and Radditz walk into another room connected to this one. He saw the saiyans looking at him. "Listen up, while you are in this house, you will obey the rules. That means no fighting in the house, no killing stupid earthlings, no drinking beer or anything resembling it, don't except any challenges from the brats, no--"
"Excused me, Prince Vegeta, but why no killing? No fighting? No excepting challenges from the children?" asked a brave warrior.
The prince frowned at him. "Since you will be living on this planet until we can find a way to send you back from where you came from, you need to be civilize with the native people, the earthlings. I didn't say you couldn't fight; you just can't fight in the house. It's a stupid rule of the woman's."
"It's not stupid, Vegeta! I don't want you or Trunks to blow up our home. Is that so wrong? If you two don't hurt each other, you will hurt the workers here."
"Whatever! Don't except any challenges from the brats because they are more powerful than all of you put together."
"How is that possible, my prince?"
Trunks crept over to his dad and copied his stance, the usual arms crossed in front of him. "I beat you all without even trying."
The saiyans nodded to each other still not quite understanding. "No torturing anybody. No flying in the cities or anywhere where there are earthlings. No ki blast." Vegeta went on to mention several other things the saiyans weren't aloud to do. He fixed his eyes on his son and Kakarot's youngest boy. "Don't cause unnecessary mischief. No gaining forces with my younger self. No powering up. No issuing of challenges to those weaker than you. No changing. No more sparring with your younger sister."
Trunks looked up to his father thoughtfully. "What do you mean 'don't cause unnecessary mischief'?"
"Don't play with the other saiyans."
"And how would we, me and Goten, get your younger self to gain forces with us? Why would you care?"
"Trunks, I'm warning you if you let my younger self into yours and Goten's mischief, I'll whip you."
Trunks smiled up at Vegeta. "Yeah, but you will have to catch me first!" With that Trunks grabbed Goten and Little Vegita and flew out an opened window. Vegeta took a step to go after them but Bulma put a hand on his arm.
"What could the three of them do, hmm? I think you gave Trunks the idea of letting Little Vegita help play their tricks on everyone."
Vegeta grunted.
"Why couldn't the boys spar with Bra?"
"I'll tell you later."
"Okay. Oh no! I forgot to mention to ChiChi that the boys wished these saiyans back and one of them is Radditz! She's going to go crazy and kill someone!"
"Why would my grandma kill someone, Aunt Bulma?" asked Pan.
"Maybe we can hide them while she visits!" Bulma said shrilly not answering little Son Pan's question.
"It's too late to do that! She's here." Vegeta walked to the exit. "I'm going to my Gravity Chamber."
"Bulma! Where are you?"
Bulma jumped behind the nearest saiyan and hid behind him. "I'm not here," she whispered to him. The saiyan, who just happened to be Carrotcobbe, was shock to have Bulma touch him.
"Pan? What are you doing here?" asked ChiChi after she walked into the room. "Where's Bulma? Who's are these…these…SAIYANS!!!" ChiChi had spotted the men's furry, brown tails wrapped around their waist.
"Don't worry, ChiChi," proclaim Bra. "They are going to be good. Daddy said so. I know the perfect thing to play with the Panny! We can play house or something like that. It'll be so much fun! Let's go! Bye Mommy! Bye ChiChi!" Bra orders the saiyans out of the room and up the hallways to her playroom. Carrotcobbe stayed behind to protect his future queen from this mad woman.
"Bulma what is going on?" demanded ChiChi eyeing the last saiyan.
"Why don't we sit down?" They sat while Carrotcobbe stayed standing. Bulma proceeded to tell the younger woman what their sons had done.
Random Author Thinking: I was watching the tournament fight against Trunks and Goten while I was checking this chapter over. Do you remember what Goten said to Trunks when Trunks won and the announcer said that Trunks will have a match with Hercule? Goten said that he wished that he was the Champ! Why? Gohan was the one to save the world, he doesn't need to meet Hercule to meet the person to save the world. And another thing, I noticed in Gohan/Videl fics that some people change Gohan's red pants to brown. Why? I like his red pants. I get mad when they do that. Gohan's red pants are cool! They make his outfit much better. ^@^
