A New Sayian
Chapter 1: A Reoccurring Dream
(A/N: This is my first DBZ fic, I hope I do the characters justice. I do not own DBZ or any of its characters I do not own Cheena, Miyuki, Risika or Chico.)
Vegeta woke and sat up quickly. He was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Moonlight poured in through the bedroom window and cascaded over him. Vegeta looked at the digital clock on his bedside cabinet. It read: 02:38am. He pulled the sheets off him and went into the bathroom, managing not to wake Bulma. Walking up to the sink, Vegeta turned the cold tap on. He cupped his hands under the water flow. As soon as his hands were full, he splashed the water all over his face and neck. He looked into the mirror above the sink and sighed. His face was red and water dripped off his chin.
* What's happening to me? Am I weakening? * Vegeta thought to himself. It was nearly a year ago when he started having dreams, or nightmares. He wouldn't tell anyone about them, or that he had dreams at all.
* Am I becoming like a worthless human? Or like that idiot Kakarot? * He thought. Vegeta smirked when he thought of Goku. He had become a real family man. As well as looking after: Chi-Chi, Goten, Cheena, Chico and Risika. Uub dropped in now and again to train with Goku. And Gohan, Videl and Pan also dropped in now and again. Vegeta revelled in the fact that he only had to look after Bulma, Bra and Trunks, and Goku had at least five different people to look after at any one time. He walked back into the bedroom. As well as moonlight, the city lights also illuminated some of the room. Vegeta opened his drawers and pulled out a pair of grey sweatpants and a blue t-shirt. He quickly put them on and walked downstairs, hands in pockets. He walked slowly into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He picked up a bottle of Budweiser and stared at it.
"What does this stuff taste like? Bulma's always drinking it and I've caught Trunks and Bra drinking it a few times as well, they looked like they were trying to hide it." He said to himself. Not knowing how to take off the bottle-cap, Vegeta just snapped the neck of the bottle off.
"Dammit!" He yelled as the beer flowed freely from the bottle. It ran over his hand and splashed to the floor. He remembered that he had to keep quiet or else he would wake Bulma, Trunks and Bra. He quickly took a swig and spat it back out.
"GAH! This crud is disgusting!" He yelled quietly. Vegeta threw the bottle and its neck in the bin. He left the puddle of Budweiser on the floor and went to the back garden. Living in Capsule Corps was nice, but it was noisy because the city was always busy with cars and drunken men and women singing in the streets. He took off towards the sky. Vegeta always went for a fly after he work up from a nightmare. But he always made sure he was back before Bulma, Trunks and Bra woke up. He closed his eyes and felt the wind go through his hair and over his face. He didn't look where he was going. He just went where he felt it was right. The cool air soothed his hot face. Vegeta never knew where he was going on these flights. He just flew and thought about what he had dreamed about. He found that thinking about you're dreams can help you find out more about yourself. He landed on a mountain, sat on the edge and looked over at the city.
"I need to stop the infernal dreams! I can't go on like this!" He yelled at the top of his voice. His words echoed throughout the surrounding mountains. He lay down on his back, put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. Vegeta opened his eyes just as little droplets of water dropped into his face.
"Grrrrr! Better get back before the woman moans about me coming home wet." He grumbled to himself. Vegeta got up and flew home.
(A/N: This is just a test chapter. If you would like to see more, tell me PLEASE! I have said there is a twist in it, but you will have to wait for it.)
Chapter 1: A Reoccurring Dream
(A/N: This is my first DBZ fic, I hope I do the characters justice. I do not own DBZ or any of its characters I do not own Cheena, Miyuki, Risika or Chico.)
Vegeta woke and sat up quickly. He was covered in sweat and breathing heavily. Moonlight poured in through the bedroom window and cascaded over him. Vegeta looked at the digital clock on his bedside cabinet. It read: 02:38am. He pulled the sheets off him and went into the bathroom, managing not to wake Bulma. Walking up to the sink, Vegeta turned the cold tap on. He cupped his hands under the water flow. As soon as his hands were full, he splashed the water all over his face and neck. He looked into the mirror above the sink and sighed. His face was red and water dripped off his chin.
* What's happening to me? Am I weakening? * Vegeta thought to himself. It was nearly a year ago when he started having dreams, or nightmares. He wouldn't tell anyone about them, or that he had dreams at all.
* Am I becoming like a worthless human? Or like that idiot Kakarot? * He thought. Vegeta smirked when he thought of Goku. He had become a real family man. As well as looking after: Chi-Chi, Goten, Cheena, Chico and Risika. Uub dropped in now and again to train with Goku. And Gohan, Videl and Pan also dropped in now and again. Vegeta revelled in the fact that he only had to look after Bulma, Bra and Trunks, and Goku had at least five different people to look after at any one time. He walked back into the bedroom. As well as moonlight, the city lights also illuminated some of the room. Vegeta opened his drawers and pulled out a pair of grey sweatpants and a blue t-shirt. He quickly put them on and walked downstairs, hands in pockets. He walked slowly into the kitchen and opened the fridge. He picked up a bottle of Budweiser and stared at it.
"What does this stuff taste like? Bulma's always drinking it and I've caught Trunks and Bra drinking it a few times as well, they looked like they were trying to hide it." He said to himself. Not knowing how to take off the bottle-cap, Vegeta just snapped the neck of the bottle off.
"Dammit!" He yelled as the beer flowed freely from the bottle. It ran over his hand and splashed to the floor. He remembered that he had to keep quiet or else he would wake Bulma, Trunks and Bra. He quickly took a swig and spat it back out.
"GAH! This crud is disgusting!" He yelled quietly. Vegeta threw the bottle and its neck in the bin. He left the puddle of Budweiser on the floor and went to the back garden. Living in Capsule Corps was nice, but it was noisy because the city was always busy with cars and drunken men and women singing in the streets. He took off towards the sky. Vegeta always went for a fly after he work up from a nightmare. But he always made sure he was back before Bulma, Trunks and Bra woke up. He closed his eyes and felt the wind go through his hair and over his face. He didn't look where he was going. He just went where he felt it was right. The cool air soothed his hot face. Vegeta never knew where he was going on these flights. He just flew and thought about what he had dreamed about. He found that thinking about you're dreams can help you find out more about yourself. He landed on a mountain, sat on the edge and looked over at the city.
"I need to stop the infernal dreams! I can't go on like this!" He yelled at the top of his voice. His words echoed throughout the surrounding mountains. He lay down on his back, put his hands behind his head and closed his eyes. Vegeta opened his eyes just as little droplets of water dropped into his face.
"Grrrrr! Better get back before the woman moans about me coming home wet." He grumbled to himself. Vegeta got up and flew home.
(A/N: This is just a test chapter. If you would like to see more, tell me PLEASE! I have said there is a twist in it, but you will have to wait for it.)
