Prince Vegeta lounged across the plush expanse of pillows and smiled to himself. Now he was being treated like the prince that he was. Princess Bulma had managed to round up Mirai no Gohan, Radditz, and Nappa that morning. She had ushered them away from the training area that the others had set up and into the medical wing. Now they were playing the part of Vegeta's personal servants for the day. Nappa was busy fanning the prince while Radditz and Gohan were in the kitchen baking his favorite cake.
"May I ask you a question, your Excellency?" spoke up Nappa meekly.
"Hmm?" replied Vegeta drowsily.
"Have you staked your claim to the Lady Bulma yet?" asked Nappa excitedly, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Vegeta reached up and wrapped his hand around Nappa's thick neck.
"Don't let the bandages fool you. I'm not as injured as I appear," warned the frustrated prince, releasing the other Saiyan and pushing him away roughly.
Nappa rubbed his neck and nodded. He began to fan Vegeta once more.
"I understand. Letting her think that you are hurt so that she'll fawn over you. You are indeed wise, your Majesty," muttered the bald Saiyan.
"Crafty is a better word," stated Queen Bulma as she entered the room. She was carrying a tray loaded with cookies, another request of the injured Saiyan. She set the plate down and took a sit next to Nappa. She glanced warily at the tall, muscular warrior before turning to Vegeta. "So...how's is the romancing going?"
Vegeta snarled at her in reply. The last thing he needed was to have her pestering him along with those other three fools. Queen Bulma laughed lightly at the sour prince.
"You can't fool me. She told me all about last night," commented Bulma snidely.
"Nani? What happened last night?" asked Nappa eagerly, forgetting his fan-waving duty and turning towards the woman.
"She kissed him!" whispered Queen Bulma excitedly. "Not on the lips, mind you...just the forehead. But still, it's a start."
Nappa sat back and nodded approvingly. Vegeta sat up and glared at his two visitors. The scientist laughed again and stood to leave.
"I'll be back later. Enjoy the cookies, Vegeta," she called over her shoulder as she left the room.
Nappa glanced cautiously at the prince before standing and making a break for the hallway. As he darted out of the room, he called out to his partners-in-crime.
"Radditz! Gohan! Wait 'til you hear this!" shouted Nappa as he rushed towards the kitchen.
"Ah! Baka! Come back here!" shrieked Vegeta, ignoring his wounds and taking off after his comrade.
******
Brolly watched lazily as Paragas paced back and forth across the lab. Dr. Gero was humming merrily to himself as he mixed another draught of his strange concoction. Only the mad scientist seemed content with the slow pace at which they were progressing. Paragas feared that at this rate his plan would fall apart. He had his suspicions that Brolly wouldn't be able to withstand many more of Gero's "treatments." And without Brolly, Paragas would be unable conquer this pathetic piece of rock. The old man, however, seemed perfectly happy with the speed of the plan.
"I've had enough," growled Paragas angrily. "We shouldn't be sitting here. We need to act. You two can wait around and waste time but I'm going to go and finish off those stupid Z warriors."
Dr. Gero watched as the cranky Saiyan stormed out of his laboratory; he turned to Brolly and stared at the younger alien curiously.
"Do you not wish to stop him?" asked the scientist.
Brolly shrugged his broad shoulders.
"He will not be needed in the end. Let him do as he wish," commented the warrior.
Dr. Gero peered back at the door that Paragas had just left through. He shrugged briefly and filled the needle with the thick serum. He warily approached Brolly; he knew very well that the crazed alien could kill him at any moment. But what Brolly didn't know was that the serum was slowly poisoning him. Within a few days the Legendary Super Saiyan would be dead. But only after killing those pesky Z fighters. And that would leave the world as an easy target for Dr. Gero. He might not even have to activate his androids to get the job done. Dr. Gero smiled to himself as the green liquid slowly filled Brolly's veins. His plan seemed to be working perfectly.
Meanwhile, Paragas sped through the sky towards Capsule Corporation. He was going to pay a little visit to those annoying earth fighters.
*****
Mirai no Gohan chewed thoughtfully on the end of the pen that he was holding. Radditz and Nappa flanked him on either side. They looked at him expectantly.
"What else should we say?" asked the bald Saiyan, gesturing to the piece of paper lying on the desk.
"Hmm..." muttered Gohan.
"How about..." began Radditz. He tilted his head to the side for a moment and then continued. "I would rather sleep with you than battle Kakkarot."
Gohan and Nappa sweatdropped.
"Shut up, baka," ordered Nappa as he slapped Radditz hard across the back of his head.
"How about a Shakespearean sonnet?" spoke up Gohan. He received twin blank stares. The teenager sighed and explained himself. "Shakespeare was a playwright and a poet. His sonnets were extremely elegant and romantic. Believe me, they work."
Gohan smiled as he thought of the time that he had recited one of the sonnets to Videl. Needless to say, he had dropped her off late that night.
"Sounds good to me," stated Radditz. Nappa nodded in agreement.
Gohan pulled out one of the large tomes he kept in his book bag. He had promised his mother that he would study while he was gone on this little outing. Gohan flipped through the pages of the large British literature anthology until he came across the section covering Shakespeare.
"How about this one? 'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate,'" recited Gohan. He looked up at the two older Saiyans. Twin blank stares again. Gohan sweatdropped. "We'll go with this one."
Nappa and Radditz shrugged, and Gohan bent over the paper as he began to copy the poem.
"This is a great idea," commented Nappa as he watched Gohan write in his neat print.
"Yeah," agreed Radditz. "Fool proof."
"Do you really think Bulma will think it's from Vegeta?" asked the bald Saiyan, feeling a little skeptical.
"Why wouldn't she?" asked Radditz.
"Maybe because my handwriting looks nothing like Kakkarot Jr.'s over there and I have no idea who the hell Shakespeare is. It's not too hard to figure out. The woman is a scientist, after all," commented a dry voice behind them.
The trio looked back to see Prince Vegeta standing there, arms crossed over his chest and eyes narrowed. They exchanged nervous glances.
"Your Majesty, your out of bed! I trust that you're feeling better," muttered Nappa anxiously.
"Get ready to die," hissed Prince Vegeta as he jumped into Super Saiyan mode.
"RUN!" shrieked Gohan.
The three Saiyans took off in different directions.
"Come back here you fools!" shouted Vegeta as he took off after them.
*****
Paragas landed gracefully in the middle of a ring of metallic, dome buildings. He glanced around and smirked. Time to get the attention of those idiots.
Shouting, the Saiyan hurled a ki blast at the closest building, demolishing it. Immediately, a siren went off and hundreds of employees rushed out of buildings. A recording turned on and instructed the workers to please calmly make their way to the park a five blocks away and to wait there for further instruction.
Paragas ignored the panicked employees as they ran by him. He made his way deeper into the maze of the complex. He didn't have to go far. Trunks, Goten, and Chibi Gohan appeared in front of him, blocking his way. Paragas laughed at them.
"Sorry, kids. I don't have time to play," he snarled as he threw a ki blast at them.
Piccolo suddenly appeared in front of the trio. He effortlessly hurled the energy attack back at the startled Saiyan. Paragas was tossed backwards by his own attack. Grumbling, he staggered to his feet.
"Green freak," he growled.
Paragas began to power up for a second attack. This was interrupted by an attack from behind. The Saiyan turned to find the bald monk and the scarred bandit standing behind him. A moment later, Tein and Choatzu landed on either side of him. He was surrounded.
"Am I supposed to be frightened?" snarled the Saiyan. "You humans are nothing compared to me."
"I am so sick of this!" shouted Yamcha. The others turned to him, surprised by his outburst. The angry bandit continued his diatribe. "Just because you're some high and mighty half-monkey freak alien doesn't mean that you're any better than any of us. We're just as good as you are!"
"Right!" shouted Kurilian.
"Yeah!" agreed Choatzu.
Piccolo stared at the human fighters in amazement. He stepped backwards and motioned for the three boys to do the same.
"Shouldn't we help out, Mr. Piccolo?" asked Gohan.
"No," stated the Namek firmly. "This is their battle."
*****
Sorry it took so long to update. I'm a slacker, I know. Forgive me! I have over 200 reviews for this story! Thanks to all of you reviewers out there! You make me feel so loved. Please, keep up the good work! n_n
~ladymoonlight
Shakespeare's Sonnet #18 ("Shall I compare thee...) was taken from The Norton Anthology of English Literature, Volume 1, page1031. And no, I will not put that into MLA, Turabian, or any other citation format. So, nyah. _
"May I ask you a question, your Excellency?" spoke up Nappa meekly.
"Hmm?" replied Vegeta drowsily.
"Have you staked your claim to the Lady Bulma yet?" asked Nappa excitedly, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Vegeta reached up and wrapped his hand around Nappa's thick neck.
"Don't let the bandages fool you. I'm not as injured as I appear," warned the frustrated prince, releasing the other Saiyan and pushing him away roughly.
Nappa rubbed his neck and nodded. He began to fan Vegeta once more.
"I understand. Letting her think that you are hurt so that she'll fawn over you. You are indeed wise, your Majesty," muttered the bald Saiyan.
"Crafty is a better word," stated Queen Bulma as she entered the room. She was carrying a tray loaded with cookies, another request of the injured Saiyan. She set the plate down and took a sit next to Nappa. She glanced warily at the tall, muscular warrior before turning to Vegeta. "So...how's is the romancing going?"
Vegeta snarled at her in reply. The last thing he needed was to have her pestering him along with those other three fools. Queen Bulma laughed lightly at the sour prince.
"You can't fool me. She told me all about last night," commented Bulma snidely.
"Nani? What happened last night?" asked Nappa eagerly, forgetting his fan-waving duty and turning towards the woman.
"She kissed him!" whispered Queen Bulma excitedly. "Not on the lips, mind you...just the forehead. But still, it's a start."
Nappa sat back and nodded approvingly. Vegeta sat up and glared at his two visitors. The scientist laughed again and stood to leave.
"I'll be back later. Enjoy the cookies, Vegeta," she called over her shoulder as she left the room.
Nappa glanced cautiously at the prince before standing and making a break for the hallway. As he darted out of the room, he called out to his partners-in-crime.
"Radditz! Gohan! Wait 'til you hear this!" shouted Nappa as he rushed towards the kitchen.
"Ah! Baka! Come back here!" shrieked Vegeta, ignoring his wounds and taking off after his comrade.
******
Brolly watched lazily as Paragas paced back and forth across the lab. Dr. Gero was humming merrily to himself as he mixed another draught of his strange concoction. Only the mad scientist seemed content with the slow pace at which they were progressing. Paragas feared that at this rate his plan would fall apart. He had his suspicions that Brolly wouldn't be able to withstand many more of Gero's "treatments." And without Brolly, Paragas would be unable conquer this pathetic piece of rock. The old man, however, seemed perfectly happy with the speed of the plan.
"I've had enough," growled Paragas angrily. "We shouldn't be sitting here. We need to act. You two can wait around and waste time but I'm going to go and finish off those stupid Z warriors."
Dr. Gero watched as the cranky Saiyan stormed out of his laboratory; he turned to Brolly and stared at the younger alien curiously.
"Do you not wish to stop him?" asked the scientist.
Brolly shrugged his broad shoulders.
"He will not be needed in the end. Let him do as he wish," commented the warrior.
Dr. Gero peered back at the door that Paragas had just left through. He shrugged briefly and filled the needle with the thick serum. He warily approached Brolly; he knew very well that the crazed alien could kill him at any moment. But what Brolly didn't know was that the serum was slowly poisoning him. Within a few days the Legendary Super Saiyan would be dead. But only after killing those pesky Z fighters. And that would leave the world as an easy target for Dr. Gero. He might not even have to activate his androids to get the job done. Dr. Gero smiled to himself as the green liquid slowly filled Brolly's veins. His plan seemed to be working perfectly.
Meanwhile, Paragas sped through the sky towards Capsule Corporation. He was going to pay a little visit to those annoying earth fighters.
*****
Mirai no Gohan chewed thoughtfully on the end of the pen that he was holding. Radditz and Nappa flanked him on either side. They looked at him expectantly.
"What else should we say?" asked the bald Saiyan, gesturing to the piece of paper lying on the desk.
"Hmm..." muttered Gohan.
"How about..." began Radditz. He tilted his head to the side for a moment and then continued. "I would rather sleep with you than battle Kakkarot."
Gohan and Nappa sweatdropped.
"Shut up, baka," ordered Nappa as he slapped Radditz hard across the back of his head.
"How about a Shakespearean sonnet?" spoke up Gohan. He received twin blank stares. The teenager sighed and explained himself. "Shakespeare was a playwright and a poet. His sonnets were extremely elegant and romantic. Believe me, they work."
Gohan smiled as he thought of the time that he had recited one of the sonnets to Videl. Needless to say, he had dropped her off late that night.
"Sounds good to me," stated Radditz. Nappa nodded in agreement.
Gohan pulled out one of the large tomes he kept in his book bag. He had promised his mother that he would study while he was gone on this little outing. Gohan flipped through the pages of the large British literature anthology until he came across the section covering Shakespeare.
"How about this one? 'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate,'" recited Gohan. He looked up at the two older Saiyans. Twin blank stares again. Gohan sweatdropped. "We'll go with this one."
Nappa and Radditz shrugged, and Gohan bent over the paper as he began to copy the poem.
"This is a great idea," commented Nappa as he watched Gohan write in his neat print.
"Yeah," agreed Radditz. "Fool proof."
"Do you really think Bulma will think it's from Vegeta?" asked the bald Saiyan, feeling a little skeptical.
"Why wouldn't she?" asked Radditz.
"Maybe because my handwriting looks nothing like Kakkarot Jr.'s over there and I have no idea who the hell Shakespeare is. It's not too hard to figure out. The woman is a scientist, after all," commented a dry voice behind them.
The trio looked back to see Prince Vegeta standing there, arms crossed over his chest and eyes narrowed. They exchanged nervous glances.
"Your Majesty, your out of bed! I trust that you're feeling better," muttered Nappa anxiously.
"Get ready to die," hissed Prince Vegeta as he jumped into Super Saiyan mode.
"RUN!" shrieked Gohan.
The three Saiyans took off in different directions.
"Come back here you fools!" shouted Vegeta as he took off after them.
*****
Paragas landed gracefully in the middle of a ring of metallic, dome buildings. He glanced around and smirked. Time to get the attention of those idiots.
Shouting, the Saiyan hurled a ki blast at the closest building, demolishing it. Immediately, a siren went off and hundreds of employees rushed out of buildings. A recording turned on and instructed the workers to please calmly make their way to the park a five blocks away and to wait there for further instruction.
Paragas ignored the panicked employees as they ran by him. He made his way deeper into the maze of the complex. He didn't have to go far. Trunks, Goten, and Chibi Gohan appeared in front of him, blocking his way. Paragas laughed at them.
"Sorry, kids. I don't have time to play," he snarled as he threw a ki blast at them.
Piccolo suddenly appeared in front of the trio. He effortlessly hurled the energy attack back at the startled Saiyan. Paragas was tossed backwards by his own attack. Grumbling, he staggered to his feet.
"Green freak," he growled.
Paragas began to power up for a second attack. This was interrupted by an attack from behind. The Saiyan turned to find the bald monk and the scarred bandit standing behind him. A moment later, Tein and Choatzu landed on either side of him. He was surrounded.
"Am I supposed to be frightened?" snarled the Saiyan. "You humans are nothing compared to me."
"I am so sick of this!" shouted Yamcha. The others turned to him, surprised by his outburst. The angry bandit continued his diatribe. "Just because you're some high and mighty half-monkey freak alien doesn't mean that you're any better than any of us. We're just as good as you are!"
"Right!" shouted Kurilian.
"Yeah!" agreed Choatzu.
Piccolo stared at the human fighters in amazement. He stepped backwards and motioned for the three boys to do the same.
"Shouldn't we help out, Mr. Piccolo?" asked Gohan.
"No," stated the Namek firmly. "This is their battle."
*****
Sorry it took so long to update. I'm a slacker, I know. Forgive me! I have over 200 reviews for this story! Thanks to all of you reviewers out there! You make me feel so loved. Please, keep up the good work! n_n
~ladymoonlight
Shakespeare's Sonnet #18 ("Shall I compare thee...) was taken from The Norton Anthology of English Literature, Volume 1, page1031. And no, I will not put that into MLA, Turabian, or any other citation format. So, nyah. _