Wheeee! I hate using my aunt's internet. She doesn't have broadband, so
I'll write the next chapter and post it tomorrow when I'm back home!
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Der. . . morons.
I DO own Alex and JX and Panthara, though, so booya!!
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Bulma absently fiddled with a strange looking gun, oblivious to the thin, lanky white wolf sneaking up behind her. It raised up on its hind legs, front legs raised high in the air, as if it planned on knocking Bulma unconcious. Before it could bring its paws down, Bulma flipped the gun around upside down over her shoulder so that it was aimed, point blank, at the wolf's forehead.
"Don't even think about it," Bulma scolded, bringing the gun back down to set it on the table. The wolf dropped down to all fours again and walked around to face Bulma.
"How'd ya know?" It asked.
"I'm your mother, Alex. I know everything," Bulma replied.
"Do not!" The wolf, Alex, sat back on his haunches and crossed his forelegs. He glowed red. The light faded to reveal a thin, scraggy half- Saijin about nine years old. His black and sky blue-streaked hair stuck out in odd directions all over the place. Alex's tail, sky blue striped black, like a tiger's, lashed impatiently. The bright blue eye sparkled, but was obviously annoyed. His right eye was a milky white, blinded and crossed by three thin scars.
"I see Vegeta taught you how to change at will, then?"
"Yeah," Alex said impatiently.
"Where is your father?"
"I was gonna ask you. I ain't seen 'im all mornin'."
"Alex," Bulma scolded, "watch your grammar. 'I ain't seen 'im all mornin'?' Your father didn't teach you that, did he?"
"Nope. Panthara did."
"Who?"
"My friend. She talks like that. She has a funny accent, too."
"Be nice, boy." Bulma glared at him.
"That's what Dad said."
"Vegeta has no room to talk about 'funny accents'," Bulma said, going back to working on the gun.
"A.J.!" A female voice called out from far away. "A.J.! We gotta go! JX says he got somethin'!"
"Is that Panthara?" Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"Uh huh," Alex said, looking over in the direction of the voice. "Don't give me that look! She's a girl and she's a friend, but that don't make her my girlfriend!" Alex rushed off without waiting for his mother's arguement, flying off too high to see.
Bulma shook her head. "Not your girlfriend, huh? You won't be saying that for very long."
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On a nearby island, Alex landed clumsily in front of Panthara. Panthara was thin and lanky, like Alex. But, she was also a tiger: white and black striped fur, a blunt muzzle filled with deadly fangs, sharp blue eyes, and a thick lashing tail.
"JX says he got a signal from somethin'. It ain't yer dad, but it looks interestin'," Panthara greeted Alex. Her accent was distinctly country- western. She looked the part, too. She always wore a black Stetson, a matching duster with a design of the great white tiger, Vladimir, on the back, and black leather chaps embroidered with flames on the bottoms. Panthara was known to be great with horses, too, and had always dreamed of becoming a rancher with a ranch in Montana. Alex admired her, and took after the wrangler style, except that he favored white with a picture of his father's wolf and dragon on the back of his duster. Their dream was to someday move to the U.S. and live on a horse ranch together with Alex's best friend and "pet" dog, the Great Dane android, Jonathon Xavier: JX.
"Is it really worth the trouble, Panther?" Alex looked skeptical. Panther was his nickname for Panthara, and was a whole lot easier to say than Panthara.
"O' course it is, A.J.! We ain't got nothin' better to do anyways!" Panthara called Alex "A.J." because his full name was Alexander James Ice- Storm. . . and nobody had ever bothered him about his last name, so it ended at "Ice-Storm". He often chose the surname Drache, because it meant "Dragon" in German. That seemed to stick, making his full name Alexander James Ice-Storm Drache.
"Yeah, we got somethin' better to do! What about that giant ship beyond that rise, o'er there?"
"That's Frieza's. Vegeta told us not to go near it," Panthara practically whispered.
"We ain't seen my dad anywheres all mornin'! He ain't gonna care!"
Panthara was gullible, so went along with Alex's idea. Leaping over rivers and hills, Panthara, in her tigeress form, and Alex, in his wolf form, made good time in reaching Frieza's ship. They hid behind a nearby ridge, watching the guards talk among themselves. They hid well for a long time, but one of the guards soon grew suspicious that they were being watched, so set about searching the entire island.
The tiger and wolf had little time to react, and were found when they ran. Nets were thrown over them and they were drug into the ship and thrown into a small room. There, several guards poked fun at them, calling them names and beating them. Alex wasn't going to tolerate it, and he howled an agonizingly high note that rang throughout the ship and across the island and the seas. The distress call alerted Frieza, who wasted no time in inspecting the prisoners, who had changed back into their true forms.
"I know you two," Frieza sneered. "You boy. . . you're Vegeta's boy aren't you? I thought so. And you, little tiger, are Kakarott's(sp?) long-lost daughter! Oh this is something!"
"I'll have you know," Alex taunted, "that my father will come here and save us!"
"Oh will he?"
The guards laughed at the confused look on Alex's face. Panthara's anger was mounting, and she let forth what she thought was a powerful roar. It came out as mere snarl. The guards laughed harder.
A deep, throaty growl stopped them all dead. All heads turned to the doorway, to see Vegeta as a wolf braced in the doorway, ready to kill the first man that moved. Without warning, Vegeta dove headlong into the room, kicking, biting, and scratching any guards who were unfortunate enough to be found too close to him. In one quick swipe, the net was cut and Panthara and Alex freed. Shapeshifting quickly, they raced after Vegeta through the corridors and doorways until they were outside. They didn't stop there. They kept going. Into the air and onto a neighboring island. They island hopped for three straight minutes, never stopping, until they reached a deep cave.
Inside the safety of the cave, Vegeta gave Alex and Panthara a thorough verbal thrashing.
"I told you never to go anywhere near that place! And you disobeyed me! If you ever disobey me again, I won't save you, and you'll end up dead! Do you hear me?"
Panthara and Alex just nodded.
"Good. JX, take these two to their room," Vegeta ordered the Great Dane.
JX escorted the tiger and the wolf into a back chamber. "I do not think it is a good idea to leave this island for a while," JX whispered.
Alex dropped back without JX's noticing and walked to his father's side.
Vegeta was leaning against the moutainside outside, back in his true form. Alex sat down and hung his head, never looking at Vegeta. "Dad," Alex said quietly. "Dad, I'm sorry."
"I'm sure you are, James," Vegeta said in the same hurt tone, "I'm sure you are." He looked over at his son, who had also returned to his true form. He was looking into the injured eye, and thought back to the first time Alex found himself in trouble, and Vegeta couldn't get there in time. Vegeta had promised to never let that happen again. "Alex. . . you know what I said wasn't true, don't you?"
Alex just blinked, but Vegeta knew he was listening. "After that bear attack. . . I promised to never let anything happen to you, didn't I?"
Turning his head just enough to see Vegeta, Alex said, "But the bear attack wasn't my fault. This was."
"I don't care. You're all I have here, besides your mother, and we can't be together anyways. Just. . . promise me you'll listen to me from now on."
"I promise," Alex said. Then he looked directly at Vegeta and grinned. "But, ya hafta admit, the look on those guards' faces was pretty funny! I don't reckon they've ever been so scared in their lives!"
Vegeta laughed quietly. "No. I don't think so either."
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That mighta been shorter than the last one, but that's okay! Right? Hehe. . . started getting a little "Lion King"-ish by the end, didn't it? Sorry. It won't happen again.
The next chapter jumps ahead about 12 (?) years, at the tournament. I got KT to volunteer to be in the next chapter, which means ya'll gotta put up with me and Katie again! Hehe. . .
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Der. . . morons.
I DO own Alex and JX and Panthara, though, so booya!!
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Bulma absently fiddled with a strange looking gun, oblivious to the thin, lanky white wolf sneaking up behind her. It raised up on its hind legs, front legs raised high in the air, as if it planned on knocking Bulma unconcious. Before it could bring its paws down, Bulma flipped the gun around upside down over her shoulder so that it was aimed, point blank, at the wolf's forehead.
"Don't even think about it," Bulma scolded, bringing the gun back down to set it on the table. The wolf dropped down to all fours again and walked around to face Bulma.
"How'd ya know?" It asked.
"I'm your mother, Alex. I know everything," Bulma replied.
"Do not!" The wolf, Alex, sat back on his haunches and crossed his forelegs. He glowed red. The light faded to reveal a thin, scraggy half- Saijin about nine years old. His black and sky blue-streaked hair stuck out in odd directions all over the place. Alex's tail, sky blue striped black, like a tiger's, lashed impatiently. The bright blue eye sparkled, but was obviously annoyed. His right eye was a milky white, blinded and crossed by three thin scars.
"I see Vegeta taught you how to change at will, then?"
"Yeah," Alex said impatiently.
"Where is your father?"
"I was gonna ask you. I ain't seen 'im all mornin'."
"Alex," Bulma scolded, "watch your grammar. 'I ain't seen 'im all mornin'?' Your father didn't teach you that, did he?"
"Nope. Panthara did."
"Who?"
"My friend. She talks like that. She has a funny accent, too."
"Be nice, boy." Bulma glared at him.
"That's what Dad said."
"Vegeta has no room to talk about 'funny accents'," Bulma said, going back to working on the gun.
"A.J.!" A female voice called out from far away. "A.J.! We gotta go! JX says he got somethin'!"
"Is that Panthara?" Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"Uh huh," Alex said, looking over in the direction of the voice. "Don't give me that look! She's a girl and she's a friend, but that don't make her my girlfriend!" Alex rushed off without waiting for his mother's arguement, flying off too high to see.
Bulma shook her head. "Not your girlfriend, huh? You won't be saying that for very long."
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On a nearby island, Alex landed clumsily in front of Panthara. Panthara was thin and lanky, like Alex. But, she was also a tiger: white and black striped fur, a blunt muzzle filled with deadly fangs, sharp blue eyes, and a thick lashing tail.
"JX says he got a signal from somethin'. It ain't yer dad, but it looks interestin'," Panthara greeted Alex. Her accent was distinctly country- western. She looked the part, too. She always wore a black Stetson, a matching duster with a design of the great white tiger, Vladimir, on the back, and black leather chaps embroidered with flames on the bottoms. Panthara was known to be great with horses, too, and had always dreamed of becoming a rancher with a ranch in Montana. Alex admired her, and took after the wrangler style, except that he favored white with a picture of his father's wolf and dragon on the back of his duster. Their dream was to someday move to the U.S. and live on a horse ranch together with Alex's best friend and "pet" dog, the Great Dane android, Jonathon Xavier: JX.
"Is it really worth the trouble, Panther?" Alex looked skeptical. Panther was his nickname for Panthara, and was a whole lot easier to say than Panthara.
"O' course it is, A.J.! We ain't got nothin' better to do anyways!" Panthara called Alex "A.J." because his full name was Alexander James Ice- Storm. . . and nobody had ever bothered him about his last name, so it ended at "Ice-Storm". He often chose the surname Drache, because it meant "Dragon" in German. That seemed to stick, making his full name Alexander James Ice-Storm Drache.
"Yeah, we got somethin' better to do! What about that giant ship beyond that rise, o'er there?"
"That's Frieza's. Vegeta told us not to go near it," Panthara practically whispered.
"We ain't seen my dad anywheres all mornin'! He ain't gonna care!"
Panthara was gullible, so went along with Alex's idea. Leaping over rivers and hills, Panthara, in her tigeress form, and Alex, in his wolf form, made good time in reaching Frieza's ship. They hid behind a nearby ridge, watching the guards talk among themselves. They hid well for a long time, but one of the guards soon grew suspicious that they were being watched, so set about searching the entire island.
The tiger and wolf had little time to react, and were found when they ran. Nets were thrown over them and they were drug into the ship and thrown into a small room. There, several guards poked fun at them, calling them names and beating them. Alex wasn't going to tolerate it, and he howled an agonizingly high note that rang throughout the ship and across the island and the seas. The distress call alerted Frieza, who wasted no time in inspecting the prisoners, who had changed back into their true forms.
"I know you two," Frieza sneered. "You boy. . . you're Vegeta's boy aren't you? I thought so. And you, little tiger, are Kakarott's(sp?) long-lost daughter! Oh this is something!"
"I'll have you know," Alex taunted, "that my father will come here and save us!"
"Oh will he?"
The guards laughed at the confused look on Alex's face. Panthara's anger was mounting, and she let forth what she thought was a powerful roar. It came out as mere snarl. The guards laughed harder.
A deep, throaty growl stopped them all dead. All heads turned to the doorway, to see Vegeta as a wolf braced in the doorway, ready to kill the first man that moved. Without warning, Vegeta dove headlong into the room, kicking, biting, and scratching any guards who were unfortunate enough to be found too close to him. In one quick swipe, the net was cut and Panthara and Alex freed. Shapeshifting quickly, they raced after Vegeta through the corridors and doorways until they were outside. They didn't stop there. They kept going. Into the air and onto a neighboring island. They island hopped for three straight minutes, never stopping, until they reached a deep cave.
Inside the safety of the cave, Vegeta gave Alex and Panthara a thorough verbal thrashing.
"I told you never to go anywhere near that place! And you disobeyed me! If you ever disobey me again, I won't save you, and you'll end up dead! Do you hear me?"
Panthara and Alex just nodded.
"Good. JX, take these two to their room," Vegeta ordered the Great Dane.
JX escorted the tiger and the wolf into a back chamber. "I do not think it is a good idea to leave this island for a while," JX whispered.
Alex dropped back without JX's noticing and walked to his father's side.
Vegeta was leaning against the moutainside outside, back in his true form. Alex sat down and hung his head, never looking at Vegeta. "Dad," Alex said quietly. "Dad, I'm sorry."
"I'm sure you are, James," Vegeta said in the same hurt tone, "I'm sure you are." He looked over at his son, who had also returned to his true form. He was looking into the injured eye, and thought back to the first time Alex found himself in trouble, and Vegeta couldn't get there in time. Vegeta had promised to never let that happen again. "Alex. . . you know what I said wasn't true, don't you?"
Alex just blinked, but Vegeta knew he was listening. "After that bear attack. . . I promised to never let anything happen to you, didn't I?"
Turning his head just enough to see Vegeta, Alex said, "But the bear attack wasn't my fault. This was."
"I don't care. You're all I have here, besides your mother, and we can't be together anyways. Just. . . promise me you'll listen to me from now on."
"I promise," Alex said. Then he looked directly at Vegeta and grinned. "But, ya hafta admit, the look on those guards' faces was pretty funny! I don't reckon they've ever been so scared in their lives!"
Vegeta laughed quietly. "No. I don't think so either."
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That mighta been shorter than the last one, but that's okay! Right? Hehe. . . started getting a little "Lion King"-ish by the end, didn't it? Sorry. It won't happen again.
The next chapter jumps ahead about 12 (?) years, at the tournament. I got KT to volunteer to be in the next chapter, which means ya'll gotta put up with me and Katie again! Hehe. . .