Chapter 2: Just for fun.
The heavy blows falling on the door were enough to rattle the whole house. Goku and the boys had gone out a half an hour before, and they never knocked any way. Who could it be? Piccolo had acquired the civilized habit of ringing the doorbell like Bulma, Juuhachi, and Krillin. Master Roshi knocked with his stick, the old nuisance, and Videl didn't shake the house when she knocked. "Oh, hello Vegeta. If you're looking for Goku and the others, they left just half an hour ago to go fishing."
"I came to return this." He pulled the mended vase out of his pocket, and, while she stared at him in complete shock, dropped it. She caught it. " I thought so. Just when, might I ask, did this little change occur?" She let out a long sigh and gestured for him to come in. "Two weeks ago, while I was putting the dishes away, I remember having this strange, tingling feeling, and hearing a child laugh. I looked around, thinking it might be Goten, but then I realized it couldn't be, because just then I could feel him playing tag with his brother. I thought I must be hallucinating and went to take my temperature, but it was normal. I decided it was just my imagination and went to finish putting away the dishes, but they broke in my hands! The whole time I could swear I heard that laughter; but there was no one there. It scared me." She fell silent, staring out the window into the past.
"Interesting." The cold, gravelly voice made her jump. She'd forgotten that one of her least favorite people was sitting on her couch. She sighed. This was her one chance to ask someone besides her husband or children for advice. Any one else would be sure to tell them. Somehow she just didn't think this was something they should know. " There it is again, don't you hear it?" He scowled at her. "What are you talking about woman? I hear nothing." "The laughter. It sounds like a child, but not . . . human somehow. Not alive." She shivered. It was now or never. And Vegeta could be counted on to hold his tongue out of sheer, unadulterated spite. "Is there any way to control this? I, I don't want Goku to know."
He regarded her for a moment, then that evil, familiar little smirk crept across his features. " Just for fun, what if I was to teach you to control your new found strength and speed so well that not even Earth's guardian would note the difference? Just for fun, you would be learning that control through practicing the martial arts." He'd found a way to get his exercise. "You'd be sparing with me."
This time they both heard it.
Interlude: Well, that was interesting, to say the least. There's no limit to the mischief that half-pint hell-raiser can get up to. This could turn out to be the most fun I've had since I started that whole prophecy farce back on Gaea. I'm such an evil little b!*(h.
Mwahahahahaha!