Disclaimer: Really, If I owned Star Wars or Dragon Ball Z, I would have
probably made this the plot line. Boba: Oh really? *looks thought full*
Can I have armor yet? Me: No, not yet. Boba: Are you still going to make
dad die in this one? Me: No plot spoilers. Boba: Because if you do, I'll
cut off your legs, set your house on fire, watch you drag the bloody stomps
out, jump on you a few times, take out your guts, feed them to some
homeless people, rip your heart out, and laugh at you as you watch it stop
beating. Me:. YOU STOLE MY LINE! Boba: Ya, but I added the jumping on you
bit. Me: Oh ya, Mine is "rub your face in fecal matter". Never mind. Oh,
and, When Vegesa, Vegeta or Boba are talking, I'll use a five year old' s
vocabulary (albeit very smart five year olds)
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"So, Vegeta, you want to spar?" Asked Vegesa.
"Fine, but this time, your going down."
"Mhm, sure."
*grumble, grumble*
"Hey Vegesa, what's that noise?"
*grumble, grumble*
"I don't know, it's coming from the hallway." (A/N Guess who?)
"Let's check it out."
"Ya."
The two kids ran to the door, and burst it open. Much to their dismay, they found a five year old human boy. And a very miffed five year old at that.
"I never get to help. It's always, 'Boba, your staying in this hotel, Boba, your staying in that motel, Boba, your staying in the toilet! Ok, I made the last one up, but still!"
"Who are you?"
Boba turned away from his ranting when he heard the two say-jin kids come into the hallway he was pacing.
"I'm Boba Fett, bounty hunter in training." As he said this, he brought himself up to his maximum height, including standing on his toes, which actually wasn't really very tall, but seeing as no one else there was, no one noticed. "Who are you?"
"Prince Vegeta of the say-jins."
"Vegesa, Jedi padawan learner. What were you talking about?"
Boba slumped against the wall. "Dad." He sighed . "He never let's me help him with his hunts. It's stupid. I'm his clone! I wanna help!"
"I know the feeling." Vegesa stated, crossing her arms. "My master won't let me go on any missions, she thinks their to dangerous! All of the normal say-jins my age go on missions, and their not even trained in the Jedi arts!"
"Ya, all of them except one." Vegeta seethed. "I am the strongest say-jin my age trained in say-jin customs, and I'm not even allowed to go on purging missions! PURGING MISSIONS! All because "We can not afford to loose you" or some junk like that."
Boba stood there for a moment. He couldn't believe it! Two other people who felt the same way he did! Mabey that meant that they would help him with his plan.
"Hey, could you guys help me then?" He asked. I'm going to get dad to let me help him on hunts! See theirs this girl he has to kidnap. She's the daughter of this Didoria guy. If you ask me, he looks more like a hut that a bodyguard, but, I could be wrong, however unlikely that is. (A/N You'll see the plan later)"
"I'm in." Declared Vegeta as soon as Boba finished his plan. "I hate that girl, and her father! Their always calling us say-jins 'monkeys'. I could take her any day!"
"Well, it's against the Jedi code." Vegesa started, looking around at the faces of the trio. "But I hate her fat pink ugly guts! I'm in!"
"Yes!" Boba exclaimed, pumping his fist. "I'll meet you guys outside our rooms at twelve o'clock tonight! I already have all the stuff, dad keeps it lying around. (A/N I can just see mini flame throwers and knee rockets lying around on the floor with a five year old.) See you then!"
"Wait!" Vegesa yelled suddenly. "We need something to recognize each other by, since it might be to dark for humans to see very well!"
"Um, how about code names?" Vegeta suggested. "I'll be Saya-royal!"
"I'll be. Jedi-gal!" Vegesa hooted enthusiastically. "And I'll be Invincible-Hunter!" Bob cheered. "All right, midnight it is!"
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"So, Vegeta, you want to spar?" Asked Vegesa.
"Fine, but this time, your going down."
"Mhm, sure."
*grumble, grumble*
"Hey Vegesa, what's that noise?"
*grumble, grumble*
"I don't know, it's coming from the hallway." (A/N Guess who?)
"Let's check it out."
"Ya."
The two kids ran to the door, and burst it open. Much to their dismay, they found a five year old human boy. And a very miffed five year old at that.
"I never get to help. It's always, 'Boba, your staying in this hotel, Boba, your staying in that motel, Boba, your staying in the toilet! Ok, I made the last one up, but still!"
"Who are you?"
Boba turned away from his ranting when he heard the two say-jin kids come into the hallway he was pacing.
"I'm Boba Fett, bounty hunter in training." As he said this, he brought himself up to his maximum height, including standing on his toes, which actually wasn't really very tall, but seeing as no one else there was, no one noticed. "Who are you?"
"Prince Vegeta of the say-jins."
"Vegesa, Jedi padawan learner. What were you talking about?"
Boba slumped against the wall. "Dad." He sighed . "He never let's me help him with his hunts. It's stupid. I'm his clone! I wanna help!"
"I know the feeling." Vegesa stated, crossing her arms. "My master won't let me go on any missions, she thinks their to dangerous! All of the normal say-jins my age go on missions, and their not even trained in the Jedi arts!"
"Ya, all of them except one." Vegeta seethed. "I am the strongest say-jin my age trained in say-jin customs, and I'm not even allowed to go on purging missions! PURGING MISSIONS! All because "We can not afford to loose you" or some junk like that."
Boba stood there for a moment. He couldn't believe it! Two other people who felt the same way he did! Mabey that meant that they would help him with his plan.
"Hey, could you guys help me then?" He asked. I'm going to get dad to let me help him on hunts! See theirs this girl he has to kidnap. She's the daughter of this Didoria guy. If you ask me, he looks more like a hut that a bodyguard, but, I could be wrong, however unlikely that is. (A/N You'll see the plan later)"
"I'm in." Declared Vegeta as soon as Boba finished his plan. "I hate that girl, and her father! Their always calling us say-jins 'monkeys'. I could take her any day!"
"Well, it's against the Jedi code." Vegesa started, looking around at the faces of the trio. "But I hate her fat pink ugly guts! I'm in!"
"Yes!" Boba exclaimed, pumping his fist. "I'll meet you guys outside our rooms at twelve o'clock tonight! I already have all the stuff, dad keeps it lying around. (A/N I can just see mini flame throwers and knee rockets lying around on the floor with a five year old.) See you then!"
"Wait!" Vegesa yelled suddenly. "We need something to recognize each other by, since it might be to dark for humans to see very well!"
"Um, how about code names?" Vegeta suggested. "I'll be Saya-royal!"
"I'll be. Jedi-gal!" Vegesa hooted enthusiastically. "And I'll be Invincible-Hunter!" Bob cheered. "All right, midnight it is!"