A teenage girl sat by her mother at the table, eating dinner. Since there was a TV in every room, they got to watch television whenever or wherever they wanted. They had a lot of stuff, actually. Their family was in the founder and presidents of a multi-billionaire corporation.
"And that's the daily news from CNN! Now, Bob, what happened to the…" the reporter said enthusiastically before the teenager flipped the channel. She turned to the movie channel, where some boring classic was on.
"Oh, honey! This is such a classic movie! You really should watch it!" her mother crooned. The teenager thought for a while.
"If I watch it with her, that'd be a good five hours. This movie is just starting. I don't have time to watch some old movie!"
"I think I'll record it and watch it later!" she negotiated in order to save herself. With that she flipped on the Tivo and set it to record it. (We have Tivo. It's so cool!) She wolfed down the rest of her breakfast so she could escape from her blonde mother.
"Wait sweetie! You have to watch…" She was cut off when 'the youngster' ran from the kitchen. "It with me…" she finished. She sighed, hurt deeply. All she wanted to do was spend quality time with her daughter but was never given the chance to. She got up to go spend time with her husband.
Back to The Mean Teenager"Why won't you work!?" she screeched, pounding down on the council. She threw the wrench she was holding across the room, breathing hard. After about five seconds, she calmed down. A hologram appeared about ten feet from where the girl was standing. An old scientific looking man came on.
"You know, dear, if you keep doing that you'll never get it done!" the father said as-a-matter-a-factly. The girl sighed.
"Yea, I know Dad," she gave in. The man (or should I say the hologram?) nodded and flicked off. "I seriously need a break," the girl said, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She walked out of the square shaped lab and walked toward the mansion. Her parents were rich, as you can plainly see. Famous scientists, in fact. Actually, she was smarter than them both, which isn't surprising. Her parents invented a storage system: big whoop. But strangely, they got rich off it. She was just as smart as her father, through, if smarter. She had just graduated, and she was only 15. Well, her birthday was in one week. She walked back to the house.
She went to the kitchen to fix herself a sandwich. After she finished eating it, she went to her room to take a nice, long nap.
In a Space Ship one week away from Earth
"Sir!" the traumatized guard yelled after he burst into the Prince's chambers.
"How dare you rampage in here!? I should blast you to hell right this instant if you didn't have information!" the Prince bellowed, flying over so that he was two inches in front of the Prince.
"Yessir!" the guard said quickly, stumbling backwards. "But sir! We're under attack!"
"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME SOONER!?" the Prince raged, storming past him to see what the commotion was.
He rounded the corner to run smack dab into Berter: a Ginyu Force member. Man, he was in deep shit now. The Prince smirked. He had gotten much stronger since their last meeting, though. He got up in one swift motion and got into a fighting stance. Why did life have to be so god damn difficult though?
"Ah. It's nice to see you again, Prince Vegeta." Berter wheezed in that reptile voice of his.
"King Vegeta to you, since my father was too weak and pathetic to defend himself against Ginyu. If I had gone through the proper ceremonies, you would be calling me King Vegeta right now."
"Ah, but that's all a 'what if?'. For right now, I'm just gonna call you 'Prince'." With that last sentiment, he charged.
After her nap
"So, handsome…" she murmured in her sleep. Suddenly…BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! She bolted up from her peaceful sleep to frantically search for that goddamned nuisance. "Holy shit, that freaked me out. What was my dream again?" She pondered for a moment, trying to remember her wonderful dream. "It had a really handsome man in it, with wild hair," she muttered to herself. "And he looked really important. He was fighting someone… (Long pause) Oh, well! Just a dream!" She hopped out of her bed and went downstairs. Her mother was waiting there.
"I see you had a nice long nap!" her mother chirped. "That's nice. With you always running off with your father on those gruesome experiments I never get to see you for long." For some reason, the girl felt very guilty at those words. She couldn't place why. She had the irresistible urge to run away and crawl into a hold for some reason.
"Um…thanks," she said uncertainly. She made another sandwich (she needs her energy!) and headed downstairs, trying to place this guilty feeling. She sat down on the sofa in the family room (ours is downstairs), still chomping on her sandwich, and turned on the TV. She saw that classic movie her mom wanted to watch with her was still on. Suddenly, she had a vision.
She saw the way she bashed her mother by running out on her. She saw the way she blew her off by saying she would watch it later. She also heard her mother's thoughts. "I guess the older she gets, the less important I am to her." She heard her mother's hurt sigh, and the way she went to her husband for quality time since she couldn't have any with her.
The girl's eyes watered. Had she really been that cruel? "Oh, mother!" she cried and got up to go talk to her. She ran upstairs, wiping the tears off her face. She came to a screeching halt as she was going up the stairs. (Just imagine it as running across a field of daisies and then stopping screeching halt. Where the record stops? You know?) Hold on a sec, how had she seen that? Was it just a daydream? No, she remembered when she told her mother that she would watch it later. But how had she heard her mother's thoughts? Well, it would certainly raise her mom's suspicion if she ran in with tears in her eyes. She decided to play it cool.
The girl calmly walked up the stairs and made her way towards her mother's location. Yep, she was in the kitchen (like always). She walked in casually. She smiled. "Hey Mom. Do you want to watch that movie now!" When she was her mothers face brighten, she realized how much it had considerably gotten happier. Had she been this sad? For how long? She felt terrible for doing this to her mother! She promised to herself that she would make it up to her, secretly. For now, she had a movie to watch a very special person.
Back at the Ship
"Vegeta! Please! Have mercy!" the bloodied pulp whined. No, wait. It was Berter. A cruel, pitiless laugh echoed down the lifeless ship.
"Give me one good reason why I should do that?" the Prince toyed.
"We… we could be allies!" Berter wheezed. He then chose that time to have a fit of coughing up blood. The Prince recoiled back, saving his nice white boots from getting stained. "I could give you the codes to the ship! I'm stronger than the Guldo! And I have an edge on Recoome because he hasn't worked in about half a year! He's rusty!" he tried to reason. "We could be great together!"
"Really? How do I know you won't go running to Frieza like a little baby as soon as we infiltrate his ship? How do I know you will give me the right codes? I'm not stupid! There are spy codes that really set off the all the alarms, not deactivate them."
"Please!" Berter whined.
He raised his hand to Berters face to allow a bright blue ball of energy formed in his hand. "I think not!" he said, and let it fly.
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This isn't a very good chapter. It goes bright, dark, bright, dark. I didn't want to put a fighting scene. Those take WAY too long. I might put one in later though. Well, please R&R.