Title: Twisted Fates, Changed Lives, Chapter 12
Author: Renegade Phoenix
E-Mail: renegadephoenix@hotmail.com
Rating: R for violence, swearing, and citrus
Warning: Shounen Ai/YAOI, Alternate Universe, un-betaed
Pairings: Gohan/Vegeta, Goku/Chi-Chi, Yamcha/Bulma, Gohan + Videl
Disclaimer: I just recently bought the rights to this great fandom from the great Akira Toriyama for next to nothin'! Really. I did. *Sighs* What you don't believe me? *Pouts* Damn. Okay, okay…I don't own anything. Shatter all my illusions why don't you?
Author's Notes:
The premise of this story came about when I was talking to my friend Something Like Human, or SLH for short, over AIM. We were talking about the Vegeta and Gohan pairing because of her story "Ebony" and the fact that I wanted it finished as of weeks ago because I love the fic. At first I wanted her to write it because I have other stories that I need to finish as well as being infamous for starting fics and taking forever to finish them *coughs in embarrassment*. Anyway…to make a long story short I brought up the idea for the following story and I'm dedicating it to her. And because we both thrive on feedback, can we have some please? *Big chibi eyes*
Okay, the ages in this might be a little confusing, same with the history. I'll explain a little bit each chapter if it's not done already in the story. But for now I'll just give the ages.
Vegeta- 16 (actually 40) Yamcha- 41 Chao-tzu- ??
Gohan- 18 Bulma- 40 Piccolo- 23
Goku- 36 Krillin- 36
Chi-Chi- 36 Tien- 43
They all look younger then what they actually are because of their ki, even the women. The woman can be explained by the fact that they hang out with high powered individuals continuously and inadvertently are affected by it. They look like they do during the Tournament saga.
//blah, blah// is thought.
##blah, blah## is telepathic speech.
/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\
Chapter Two: Who Are You or You Got A Nasty Attitude, Kid
Like any warrior, Vegeta snapped awake almost instantly. He blinked rapidly to get rid of the blurring after effects of the cryo-gas. His black eyes widened in surprise as the ceiling above him wasn't one that he was familiar with.
The ceiling was a warm yellow color that was inviting; very different from the cold, impersonal white that he was used to.
The hum of the machinery was different as well. From what he could tell it was more primitive then what he was used to and some of it he didn't even recognize.
//Where in the nine hells am I? The last thing I remember is the computer telling me to 'Sleep well'. It doesn't look like one of Frieza's establishments either…For that matter how long was I asleep?//
His attention snapped to the door as the ouji heard several voices heading down the hall. //This just keeps getting better and better.//
"It seems our guest is awake, Yamcha. The computer just paged me," said a female voice.
"I still think we should have restrained him somehow," said another voice, who could now be identified as Yamcha. "Remember what happened the last time that someone from space showed up?"
//Coward,// thought the Saiya-jin no Ouji. //Like any of your pitiful restraints could have held me.//
Vegeta stood to greet his hosts as the door to the room opened, a wicked smirk playing across his lips. If they were surprised to already see him standing they didn't let it show.
The first thing that the young warrior noticed was that the man had several scars across his face and he was standing protectively in front of a blue-haired woman. //They smell like each other; they must be mates.//
"My name's Bulma and this is Yamcha. How are you feeling," asked the woman, who know could be identified as Bulma. "And what is your name?"
The teenager just quirked an eyebrow and said nothing. //They actually believe that I'd tell them my name? What are they, fools?//
"Can you understand what I am saying?"
Restraining the urge to roll his eyes, Vegeta just nodded his head once.
"Then what is your name," repeated Bulma, this time with a hint of exasperation in her voice.
"Like I'd tell such an idiotic and ugly person such as yourself."
"UGLY?! IDIOTIC?! Who're you calling that?!"
"Has your shrieking made you deaf," asked Vegeta, in a voice full of mock concern. "I was talking to you, so therefore if logic is applied that would mean you. It's not like there is anyone else in the room, besides the pussy-whipped man besides you."
A deeper voice spoke up from the doorway. "What's with the attitude, kid?"
Turning towards the door, Vegeta's eyes widened for a fraction of a second at the person that was standing there. Well, it wasn't a person technically. It was humanoid in shape, green with pink accents at certain points, had antenna, and was as bald as an egg. He automatically reached for his scanner for a power reading and to his chagrin found that it was not there.
"Where. Is. My. Scanner," he gritted through his teeth. "I want it back. NOW."
"Oh, I took that to study. I wanted to compare it with the one that-"
"Bulma, shut up," said the tall, green alien.
"Don't talk to her that way," said the scarred man, finally saying something for the first time.
"You really want points for tonight don't you? Worried you ain't going to get any," said the small teen, with a smug look on his face. His face turned serious. "Compare my scouter to who's?"
"Shut up, you little shit. We'll see how big you act when Goku and Gohan take you down to size," snapped Yamcha.
Vegeta's tail unfurled from around his waist and began to twitch in agitation, much like a cat's would, and he sneered in disdain. "What's the matter, big man? Can't fight your own battles? You gotta have someone else do it for you? Feh, you're pathetic."
A friendly voice piped up from behind Piccolo and said, "That's not nice. Yamcha's one of the strongest fighters on this planet."
"Like I'm concerned about being nice and if he's one of the strongest fighters on this planet it'll be nothing to take over this planet."
The Namek stepped aside and two males, who you could almost instantly tell were related, moved to stand inside the room. They were both tall and had wild hair, though the younger man's hair was cut short to try and give it some semblance of order.
"I take it you're Goku and Gohan?"
"Yep," chirped the one with the hair that stuck out in multiple directions. For some reason Vegeta got the strangest sense of déjà vu from the man. It was like he had seen that face from somewhere and that that face was important. "I'm Son Goku! What's your name?"
"If I haven't told them, why should I tell you," sneered the young prince. //What is this guy on? No one can truly be this happy.//
"Because it's the right thing to do. And we can't go around calling you 'kid' or 'hey you' now can we?"
"Fine, if you truly must know my name, it's Vegeta," huffed Vegeta, his tone one of annoyance and no slight amount of exasperation.
"Hey! Hasn't Ra-"
"Arigatou for telling us," said the other man, inturupting Goku mid-word. "My name is Son Gohan."
Vegeta thought that the fact that they all were trying to keep something from him about was bothersome, but right now he had other concerns. "Well, now that we all know each other and acting all nicey-nice, can I have my fucking scouter back now?"