~Gokunion's Dribbling~
Alright people, Gary finally decided he wanted to sit down and write something, so he's going to use what writing ability he has at the moment and let it go. (Obviously he's me and I'm writing in 3rd person, though if he or I continue it much longer I'm sure he'll get a few turned heads ^_^)
ANYWHO, I thought I'd take this "Author's note" time to have fun describing a few simple fun things; firstly, I'd like to take the time to point to another article which I have decided to add to fanfiction.net, a "Power Levels Revealed" list I created back when I ran an RPG; I believe this to be the most accurate of the 2nd variation of DBZ power levels, as I certainly spent enough time making a "system" to RPG and gain "power / ki" by, as well as theorizing these things. (Okay, so I had a lot of free time in the past!)
That's about all I have to say other than the usual disclaimer that I do not own Dragon Ball Z; if I did, I would still be expanding the universe instead of letting Funimation having dictatorial control over it and ruining what they will ^_^;
Well then, on with the show!
Vegeta was the first in the vast white room, quickly spinning on his white training boot fitted toe to slip into a casual posture, arms folded as he waited for the two young men and his daughter to come into the room. The prince wore a rather irksome yet familiar frown on his features, his small but betraying demeanor portraying pure impatience.
"Alright Bra, I want you to jump right in whenever you want to, there is an infirmary down the hall in case you come too near to death." Vegeta quickly stated to his daughter with a sharp look before looking at his son and rival's second son, both of who walked slowly towards him with the girl between them. They needed to begin immediately, his mind raced, as he tried to run through the options of whomever the Billy kid really was; he had hired him himself, he seemed like an average, silent and hardworking man, and he had never gotten a reading, good or otherwise, or even an energy signature beyond normal from him. This actually had the man slightly frightened at his core; had he misjudged the young man whom had suddenly shown up seeking employment? And 6,000 gees, with what appeared to be no strain and enough control to not let out more than 5 levels of energy?
Trunks was naturally one to gawk slightly at his father's comment to his sister, snapping the Saiyan out of his trance. "Um… Father, maybe we should make Bra sit this one out?" he asked in a quick unsure voice, not wanting to be the one to argue though he was; he knew his sister was a great fighter for her age, but he really didn't want her to get in the way, slow down their training, or even worse, get hurt…
Goten stood with a blank but focused look on his face as the original Saiyan warrior growled in his throat. He was already getting hungry, how could he stand an entire training session like this? Then again, he *did* manage 2 years of physical training before… yah, he could handle it! He was a Son after all! Go Son Family go, he grinned to himself.
Bra looked up between her father and big brother, her small battle suit of black with blue stripes material shifting under her straining neck. Why did they have to waste time? Shouldn't they be started already? Surely if whomever the maintenance man was that gave them enough of a fright was a threat, they should be geared up right away!
'Dumb adults…' she thought abstractly, turning her gaze to the graviton controls as the two began to argue.
"No Trunks, I don't think she should sit this out. She is a Saiyan warrior princess, not a sissy human girl." Vegeta glared back, daughter nodding her head off to the side in agreement, his son matching his father's wits; years earlier, before Trunks' many battle experiences in both combat and politics of company expenditures, the purple-haired man would never have been a match for the piercing gaze that could hold Kakarot's own. However, he was working on it, Vegeta had to give him that much credit.
"Being Saiyan or not has nothing to do with it."
"You're changing the subject. No political maneuvers in the training room."
"Thought I'd point it out; look at Number 18 and Krillin's daughter Maron, she's not exactly weak. Neither are they, for that matter."
"Nice try son, now stop arguing. You know I'm right, we'll need to get her going, and Saiyans grow in strength through vigorous training the best."
"Hey, you know my tests into that field father, and I have proven to you time and again, as you have yourself, that meditation and deep subconscious focus can instigate ki shifts."
"Without the proper chi to back it up, ki can be rather useless."
"Not always."
"You show me someone with nothing but ki who can beat me in combat and I'll bow to that thought, son."
"… Mom wouldn't approve if Bra ends up in a coma with every bone in her body broken."
"…"
Vegeta glared at his son a moment, trying to think of a come-back, as Goten drifted off, as visions of fish and rice danced in his head. It was then and quite suddenly that the youngest of the quartet split the friendly family duel of wits as the gravity in the room suddenly split to a searing 2,500 gees of gravity, throwing the group to the floor.
Trunks felt his energy naturally and defensively rise, but it was his father that was quickest of them all, suddenly pushing himself from the ground and leaping to the air in a spin, frantically turning to view at his daughter.
"Bra!" was the quite clearly audible cry, as the young blue-haired bright-eyed girl lay mashed to the floor, her father landing quickly by her side and lifting her up, extending his ki to encompass her to relieve some of the gravity strain. "Damnit girl!" he strained, though his eyes betrayed the worry, as the girl lay unconscious in his arms, limp with several bones and tissues already crushed.
Trunks and Goten exchanged looks and were suddenly by the prince's side, whom was quickly rushing to the exit with the girl, thoughts of changing the gravity back suppressed as he worried to get her out. Trunks suppressed a comment about his warnings literally moments before. His sister…
"Hey, put me down!" came her squealing youthful voice as the girl regained consciousness with a shake and leap in her father's strong arms, looking over at her brother and "Uncle" and feeling quite shamed, which likewise filled her with defiance. Vegeta was at a loss of words, though he stared at her carefully. Obviously he had picked up a soft spot… that he quickly lost as he pushed Bra out of his ki aura and glared at her with his usual demeanor.
Bra stumbled to the floor but quickly grew a bright white aura, and stood with all her might to keep from slumping again, her body quivering in the heavy gravity that would pancake a normal man. She looked up with angst mixed with determination at her father, fists clenched more so in holding herself together than in anger of any sorts.
"I was just pretending to be knocked out you know, I wouldn't use a gravity setting I couldn't stand…" she began, though she stopped and winced under the man's hard glare.
Vegeta stared at her for a moment, mouth half-cracked as words escaped him, until he finally stated, "Don't ever play with the graviton without permission again Bra." Turning around and staring at the back wall, knowing quite well that his son was thinking the same thoughts as he, Vegeta focused on recomposing himself and focusing back on the situation at hand. The prince did have a soft spot for his favorite daughter, and could, gasp, worry? There wasn't any way he could let himself honorably make it known, though he knew it was already quite obvious, it was indeed most of the time. His time being a married man on a peaceful planet had forced him… to adapt, that was it, he reassured himself with a slight grin.
Trunks felt Goten's comforting and reassuring hand on his shoulder, which he hadn't noticed before when Bra had tumbled, and though he smiled for a millisecond upon this realization, he slipped his shoulder out from under it and rushed over with the excuse of checking over his sister, though she appeared fine, if not a bit worn already and about ready to pass out again.
There was a momentary silence in the room yet again as Vegeta stared at the wall, Trunks knelt beside his sister and ran a mental look over her for damages (Just a few broken ribs that really weren't anything considering that her muscles were holding that job in her powered-up state, as well as some tender skin tissue) and the Son Family youngster thoughtfully looking at the brother and sister pair.
"I think she should go Super Saiyan before we do anything else." Goten randomly interjected and thus displaced the sour discouraging mood, his first words since entering the room. Vegeta tilted his head in thought, and Trunks looked back over his shoulder at the young handsome Son behind him.
"I'm sure she has the potential, look at her, standing the strain of 2,500 gees of energy; I'm nearly breaking the barrier myself." Trunks stated firmly after a pause of thought, smiling a moment as he caught Goten's thoughtful glance and then looked at Vegeta, folding his arms and shifting his posture to a more negotiator stance.
The young Vegeta-Briefs suddenly felt the perfect way to manipulate the situation come to him. Certainly he didn't want to get his father worked up too much over Billy; there was some investigating over the man to do first before jumping to conclusions. And what better way to distract his father than have his favorite daughter ascend levels, plus be the first Saiyan female in history to do it? Besides, the way Goten kept glancing at Trunks the way he was, Trunks felt an urgency to stop this stupid training idea and get out; the thought had dawned on him that they still hadn't hung out since Goten had returned… yesterday? It seemed like an eternity, so much had happened already… especially between them…
"You realize she would be the first girl to do it." Goten added, having caught the gist of Trunks' thoughts with a glance and telepathic probe, grinning the famous Son grin.
Vegeta took some silent time before turning around, his eyes quickly taking in and making a quick series of thoughts click and formulate into one singular pattern of ideas.
He then suddenly and profoundly held out a hand and with a quick semi-second glance at first his son and then the Son, powered up to Super Saiyan 2 and fired them each in the chest, splaying them to the ground with a loud pair of explosions and an accompanying sickening crunch.
"You have 3 seconds before I kill your brother, Goten and then you." Vegeta stated coolly, staring down his daughter as he suddenly flared to his maximum power level in the second Super Saiyan form and held out a flat-palmed hand in the classic Big-Bang attack style...
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Tracy sat in her usual spot in the receptionist desk, her feet up on the counter as she filed her nails absent-mindedly. Why did they pay her again? Ah yes, to baby-sit the Vegeta-Briefs family, not to use her 2-year college courses on professional business management to any good use. But hey, it paid good and the family was nice, fun, amusing and there was never a dull moment…
The blond looked up as Billy strode quickly past the desk, still wearing his casual sweatpants and ribbed tank top that he usually wore for using the training rooms in the mornings. He was done a little early today, she thought, glancing at the clock and swinging her legs down, straightening her blouse and pretending to find something interesting on the computer screen. At least the choice of clothing hung on his nice firm body… nicely…
"Hey Billy, done a bit early?" she suddenly spurted, nearly slapping herself for causing the man to pause in his stride; Billy held still a moment and then turned easily around and stared with his neutral look at her, his cool green eyes almost sizing her up in a millisecond despite the many times they had seen one another.
"Yes I am actually. Vegeta and his family decided to stop in and use the room instead, so I… left." He stated flawlessly, though almost as if he were providing an alibi.
"Okay, don't get so defensive." Tracy grinned her award-winning smile as she stood up and walked around the desk in her confident stride, attempting to look and convey sarcasm, though she really was thinking that same thought: why was he so evasive today? He had been even earlier when he had first come in, must have been something to do with Goten… Thankfully, she learned her negotiation poses and movements from the best, Bulma, and managed to convince him to smile sheepishly.
"I suppose that was rather stated… My apologies."
"Accepted. So… what are you doing for breakfast? I have break anytime in the next hour, and you forgot to shower…" she winked, though he really wasn't sweating or anything. An odd thought, she marked mentally, he must have either not started to work up a sweat or had already showered but not changed, as whenever he did shower he always seemed as if he hadn't worked out at all. His skin was always flawless and never looked strained, even when he worked outside in the sun…
"I wasn't planning anything, I thought I would get a start on the video screen for the Tournament."
Tracy walked a few more paces and put herself a meter from Billy, enjoying her height on her professional heels, which placed her at his height; he must have only been 5'6", because normally she was 5'4", with the heels a tad taller, something else she had never really noticed. Then again, short guys were cute…
Tilting her hair and letting her curly blond locks scrabble over deliciously, or she hoped so anyways, Tracy smiled kindly.
"That's boring," she began, spinning and reaching behind the counter to grab her small black purse and returning to face him; Billy was still in the same easy but defensive posture. He must have come from a foreign place or been a member of some military unit, she thought… She shrugged it off and with her great-smile again winked and took his hand like he was a child, albeit a rather cute one. Flashing her pearly whites and putting all the suaveness into her voice as she could, she opened her mouth and leaned in to whisper to him almost conspiratorially, like a 7th grader asking another to borrow a tampon for the first time or to skip a class.
"Let's go get some breakfast, shall we?"