Author's note: Ok, so I couldn't just not write anything more this weekend.
:c) Even I love this story!! If anyone reviews this chapter, could you
tell me how old Roshi was supposed to be when he first met Goku? Thanks in
advance.
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"Bah! I must be getting soft!" Vegeta bemoaned.
Roger was stopped, no more than an inch from driving his face straight into an overhead beam. He covered the space from the floor to the ceiling in less than an eye blink. Yet, somehow, Vegeta caught him by the ankle, stopping his upward progression.
"Damned Vegeta! Lighten up on the ankle bones there bud! Umm.. Sir." Roger stammered.
Vegeta loosened his grip a bit, and smirked, "Well, adjust your ki to the lower gravity Roger. You've been training in this increased gravity for over two days now. You probably don't realize how strong you've become in normal gravity. If I let go of you now, you're still going to collide with that beam."
"Oh. " Roger concentrated on his ki until his body started to descend, then raised it up a hair so he was just hovering at an equal level to Vegeta. Vegeta released his hold on Roger's ankle.
"You're a lucky man Roger!" Vegeta commented. Years ago I wouldn't have caught you. I must be getting soft in my old age. I just cheated myself out of at least a couple hours of humor at your expense! I really don't know what has gotten into me lately." Vegeta guffawed.
"Yes Sir, lucky me.." Roger smirked.
Vegeta lowered himself to the floor, Roger followed.
"Ok Roger, you've learned the basics of flying using your ki. The rest is fairly simple. You simply use your ki to push yourself in the direction you wish to go. Stay here and practice until we reach Cabbage." Vegeta said.
"Yes sir." Roger responded.
Vegeta left the main compartment and headed for the pilothouse. After he was comfortably settled in the captain's chair he threw his feet up on the console.
"Bulma?"
"Working. User Identified. Bulma online, May I be of assistance to you Veggie-chan?"
"*Grr..*" Yes you may. First, have you completed that modification project?" Vegeta asked.
"Affirmative, project completed and ready for testing." Bulma-computer responded.
Suddenly two "joystick" like devices sprung up from the main console. "To operate, simply grasp one handle in each hand, use the controllers to aim, and concentrate your ki through the controllers." Bulma-computer instructed.
"Ok, fine.. Open main forward portal." Vegeta ordered.
"Working.. Main forward portal open." Bulma-computer responded.
"Let's see. Ok, there's a target.." Vegeta said.
Vegeta moved the sensor array using the control handles towards a medium sized hunk of his home planet, powered up as much as he could without turning Super Saiyan, and yelled, "Final Flash!", releasing the attack through the controls. The attack was channeled perfectly! The medium sized hunk became a couple million small hunks in an instant.
"Impressive!" Vegeta exclaimed. Of course, Vegeta was not unaware of the limitations with his weapon. The main sensor array could not fire behind or above the ship. Only straight in front, and below. But, it was better than nothing at all. Hopefully, no one would have to take the ship into battle.
"Close main forward portal." Vegeta ordered.
"Working. "Main forward portal closed." Bulma-computer responded.
"Next, are we in range to scan for life signs on the moon that the transmissions are emanating from?" Vegeta asked.
"Affirmative. Scanning.. Other than some lower forms of bacteria, and some lichens, there is no life on that moon." Bulma-computer responded. "There is however a temporal displacement."
"Temporal displacement??" Vegeta wondered. "What sort of temporal displacement?"
"Unknown. Phenomenon not previously encountered by Earth science." Bulma- computer reported.
"Ok, is this ship equipped with space pressure suits?" Vegeta asked.
"Affirmative. Lockers are located next to every airlock." Bulma-computer responded.
"How long until we arrive?"
"four minutes, twelve seconds, Earth standard time."
Vegeta turned on his heel and headed back to the main compartment. "Ok, where's Roger?" Vegeta mumbled.
"Wheeee!! Flying sure is fun Vegeta!" Roger exclaimed.
Vegeta looked up to see Roger flying about like he'd been doing it all of his life. "Man! This guy sure is a fast learner!! I can feel that he's already turned the gravity back up to about three times Earth normal!" Vegeta thought to himself.
"Ok Roger, playtime is over for now. Come down and follow me!"
"Yes sir!" Roger obeyed.
Vegeta made his way to the main airlock, and along wall just outside, was about four dozen high school type lockers, only about twice as wide. In each one was a pressure suit, and a helmet. "Find one of these things that fits you, and put it on." Vegeta ordered.
Roger obeyed without response. "So, are we flying to the research facility?" Roger asked.
Vegeta had finished donning his own suit. "I'm flying.." Vegeta smirked. Vegeta grabbed an tether from the locker and tied one end of it around Roger's waist, and the other end around his own waist. "Flying in space using a ship is one thing. You have the walls of the ship as reference points. Flying in space under your own power is another matter. Unless you've trained your mind extensively under these conditions, the lack of reference points can make you very sick. And there is nothing worse than a helmet full of puke. I'm basically going to tow you to the research facility. While you place both of your hands over your visor and look at them"
Roger didn't like the idea of being towed through space, but he didn't want to be left behind either.
"Ok." Roger answered.
"Bulma?" Vegeta called.
"Working. User Identified. Bulma online, May I be of assistance to you Veggie-chan?"
"Have we arrived at Cabbage yet?" Vegeta asked.
"Just entered orbit." Bulma-computer answered.
"Place this ship in a low level synchronous orbit over the precise location where the transmissions are being emitted.
"Working.. Bringing the ship into alignment now. Maneuver complete in forty-five seconds Earth standard time."
"Excellent.. Roger, put your helmet on. Ok, good, let's go!" Vegeta opened up the airlock and entered.
Roger followed, donning his helmet and tightening the seals down. Vegeta had already donned his own, and inspected Rogers.
"Maneuver complete, low level synchronous orbit over transmission site." Bulma-computer reported.
Vegeta closed the inner hatch, and waited while the air was pumped out of the airlock.
"Is your radio working Roger?" Vegeta asked.
"Affirmative sir." Roger responded.
"I'm opening the outer hatch" Vegeta said. The door slowly opened accompanied by a hiss as the last of the air in the compartment escaped.
"Ok Roger, here we go! What does that little dog say in the cartoon? Oh yeah, COWABUNGA!!!" Vegeta yelled.
"Roger covered his eyes as he was suddenly dragged out into the universe.
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"Bah! I must be getting soft!" Vegeta bemoaned.
Roger was stopped, no more than an inch from driving his face straight into an overhead beam. He covered the space from the floor to the ceiling in less than an eye blink. Yet, somehow, Vegeta caught him by the ankle, stopping his upward progression.
"Damned Vegeta! Lighten up on the ankle bones there bud! Umm.. Sir." Roger stammered.
Vegeta loosened his grip a bit, and smirked, "Well, adjust your ki to the lower gravity Roger. You've been training in this increased gravity for over two days now. You probably don't realize how strong you've become in normal gravity. If I let go of you now, you're still going to collide with that beam."
"Oh. " Roger concentrated on his ki until his body started to descend, then raised it up a hair so he was just hovering at an equal level to Vegeta. Vegeta released his hold on Roger's ankle.
"You're a lucky man Roger!" Vegeta commented. Years ago I wouldn't have caught you. I must be getting soft in my old age. I just cheated myself out of at least a couple hours of humor at your expense! I really don't know what has gotten into me lately." Vegeta guffawed.
"Yes Sir, lucky me.." Roger smirked.
Vegeta lowered himself to the floor, Roger followed.
"Ok Roger, you've learned the basics of flying using your ki. The rest is fairly simple. You simply use your ki to push yourself in the direction you wish to go. Stay here and practice until we reach Cabbage." Vegeta said.
"Yes sir." Roger responded.
Vegeta left the main compartment and headed for the pilothouse. After he was comfortably settled in the captain's chair he threw his feet up on the console.
"Bulma?"
"Working. User Identified. Bulma online, May I be of assistance to you Veggie-chan?"
"*Grr..*" Yes you may. First, have you completed that modification project?" Vegeta asked.
"Affirmative, project completed and ready for testing." Bulma-computer responded.
Suddenly two "joystick" like devices sprung up from the main console. "To operate, simply grasp one handle in each hand, use the controllers to aim, and concentrate your ki through the controllers." Bulma-computer instructed.
"Ok, fine.. Open main forward portal." Vegeta ordered.
"Working.. Main forward portal open." Bulma-computer responded.
"Let's see. Ok, there's a target.." Vegeta said.
Vegeta moved the sensor array using the control handles towards a medium sized hunk of his home planet, powered up as much as he could without turning Super Saiyan, and yelled, "Final Flash!", releasing the attack through the controls. The attack was channeled perfectly! The medium sized hunk became a couple million small hunks in an instant.
"Impressive!" Vegeta exclaimed. Of course, Vegeta was not unaware of the limitations with his weapon. The main sensor array could not fire behind or above the ship. Only straight in front, and below. But, it was better than nothing at all. Hopefully, no one would have to take the ship into battle.
"Close main forward portal." Vegeta ordered.
"Working. "Main forward portal closed." Bulma-computer responded.
"Next, are we in range to scan for life signs on the moon that the transmissions are emanating from?" Vegeta asked.
"Affirmative. Scanning.. Other than some lower forms of bacteria, and some lichens, there is no life on that moon." Bulma-computer responded. "There is however a temporal displacement."
"Temporal displacement??" Vegeta wondered. "What sort of temporal displacement?"
"Unknown. Phenomenon not previously encountered by Earth science." Bulma- computer reported.
"Ok, is this ship equipped with space pressure suits?" Vegeta asked.
"Affirmative. Lockers are located next to every airlock." Bulma-computer responded.
"How long until we arrive?"
"four minutes, twelve seconds, Earth standard time."
Vegeta turned on his heel and headed back to the main compartment. "Ok, where's Roger?" Vegeta mumbled.
"Wheeee!! Flying sure is fun Vegeta!" Roger exclaimed.
Vegeta looked up to see Roger flying about like he'd been doing it all of his life. "Man! This guy sure is a fast learner!! I can feel that he's already turned the gravity back up to about three times Earth normal!" Vegeta thought to himself.
"Ok Roger, playtime is over for now. Come down and follow me!"
"Yes sir!" Roger obeyed.
Vegeta made his way to the main airlock, and along wall just outside, was about four dozen high school type lockers, only about twice as wide. In each one was a pressure suit, and a helmet. "Find one of these things that fits you, and put it on." Vegeta ordered.
Roger obeyed without response. "So, are we flying to the research facility?" Roger asked.
Vegeta had finished donning his own suit. "I'm flying.." Vegeta smirked. Vegeta grabbed an tether from the locker and tied one end of it around Roger's waist, and the other end around his own waist. "Flying in space using a ship is one thing. You have the walls of the ship as reference points. Flying in space under your own power is another matter. Unless you've trained your mind extensively under these conditions, the lack of reference points can make you very sick. And there is nothing worse than a helmet full of puke. I'm basically going to tow you to the research facility. While you place both of your hands over your visor and look at them"
Roger didn't like the idea of being towed through space, but he didn't want to be left behind either.
"Ok." Roger answered.
"Bulma?" Vegeta called.
"Working. User Identified. Bulma online, May I be of assistance to you Veggie-chan?"
"Have we arrived at Cabbage yet?" Vegeta asked.
"Just entered orbit." Bulma-computer answered.
"Place this ship in a low level synchronous orbit over the precise location where the transmissions are being emitted.
"Working.. Bringing the ship into alignment now. Maneuver complete in forty-five seconds Earth standard time."
"Excellent.. Roger, put your helmet on. Ok, good, let's go!" Vegeta opened up the airlock and entered.
Roger followed, donning his helmet and tightening the seals down. Vegeta had already donned his own, and inspected Rogers.
"Maneuver complete, low level synchronous orbit over transmission site." Bulma-computer reported.
Vegeta closed the inner hatch, and waited while the air was pumped out of the airlock.
"Is your radio working Roger?" Vegeta asked.
"Affirmative sir." Roger responded.
"I'm opening the outer hatch" Vegeta said. The door slowly opened accompanied by a hiss as the last of the air in the compartment escaped.
"Ok Roger, here we go! What does that little dog say in the cartoon? Oh yeah, COWABUNGA!!!" Vegeta yelled.
"Roger covered his eyes as he was suddenly dragged out into the universe.