DragonBall NG
(New Generation)
"Vegeta! Vegeta!" The prince of the Saiyans looked up annoyingly from his book, the usual scowl across his face. Yes, the prince himself was reading instead of his 'all-day' training sessions. It has been 5 years since the Z fighter's last battle and they all went back to live the remainder of their lives. He himself has changed. No longer having a passion to wear leather anymore, his outfit now consisted of simple fighting suits. His hair was still the same, with the exception of a few gray streaks running along it, and he finally settled with a well shaven goatee (after his many failed attempts with a mustache). Besides these points, however, he was still the same arrogant, hotheaded Prince of a lost civilization who has finally found peace for his warrior spirit. With Goku gone, Vegeta was now the strongest man on Earth, (Uub being the second strongest) but even that had its down side. With no opponent to compete against, his training no longer had any purpose, so now he had a lot of time on his hands.
"Vegeta!" Sometimes, too much time. Grumbling to himself, he made his way towards the Tech Room, where his wife, Bulma, was busy working on one of her new inventions.
"What is it now, woman!" was his usual answer whenever he was edgy or just plain bored. Bulma looked up from the small device on her worktable and scowled up at her husband. She too had changed throughout her years. She let her hair grow longer, and had it pulled back into a simple ponytail. Her hair still held some of her natural blue, but moslty gray hair covered her head. Regardless of the time, she still held some of her beauty, with the exception of a few wrinkles here and there.
"Shut it, monkey-man." She said, removing her large protective goggles. "Trunks called, he asked for a favor."
"What now?"
"The school called.again." Vegeta chuckled lightly to himself as he crossed his arms over his chest. This was the 4th time in a month. "What happened this time?" he asked in an amused voice.
"The usual, I'm afraid." Bulma replied as she turned her attention back to the device. "Only this time, she knocked the kid out." Vegeta smiled proudly. He taught her well. "So?" Bulma said.
"So what?" Vegeta asked.
"Aren't you going?" Vegeta blinked in confusion. "And where exactly would I be going?" he asked. Bulma rolled her eyes.
"The school." she stated matter-of-factly.
"What!" Vegeta sneered angrily. If there was one thing he despised above everything else, it was getting ordered around by a woman, especially if the woman was Bulma herself. "Woman, I'm the Prince of--"
Bulma shot her husband one of her 'dirty looks', which shut him up instantly "I SAID GET GOING!" she yelled But hey, sometimes he could make exceptions.
Trying to regain his wounded pride, he snorted gruffly, and sauntered out of the room, Bulma's fiery blue eyes following after him. After all, there was no scarier opponent than ones own wife.
Ch.1
(New Generation)
"Vegeta! Vegeta!" The prince of the Saiyans looked up annoyingly from his book, the usual scowl across his face. Yes, the prince himself was reading instead of his 'all-day' training sessions. It has been 5 years since the Z fighter's last battle and they all went back to live the remainder of their lives. He himself has changed. No longer having a passion to wear leather anymore, his outfit now consisted of simple fighting suits. His hair was still the same, with the exception of a few gray streaks running along it, and he finally settled with a well shaven goatee (after his many failed attempts with a mustache). Besides these points, however, he was still the same arrogant, hotheaded Prince of a lost civilization who has finally found peace for his warrior spirit. With Goku gone, Vegeta was now the strongest man on Earth, (Uub being the second strongest) but even that had its down side. With no opponent to compete against, his training no longer had any purpose, so now he had a lot of time on his hands.
"Vegeta!" Sometimes, too much time. Grumbling to himself, he made his way towards the Tech Room, where his wife, Bulma, was busy working on one of her new inventions.
"What is it now, woman!" was his usual answer whenever he was edgy or just plain bored. Bulma looked up from the small device on her worktable and scowled up at her husband. She too had changed throughout her years. She let her hair grow longer, and had it pulled back into a simple ponytail. Her hair still held some of her natural blue, but moslty gray hair covered her head. Regardless of the time, she still held some of her beauty, with the exception of a few wrinkles here and there.
"Shut it, monkey-man." She said, removing her large protective goggles. "Trunks called, he asked for a favor."
"What now?"
"The school called.again." Vegeta chuckled lightly to himself as he crossed his arms over his chest. This was the 4th time in a month. "What happened this time?" he asked in an amused voice.
"The usual, I'm afraid." Bulma replied as she turned her attention back to the device. "Only this time, she knocked the kid out." Vegeta smiled proudly. He taught her well. "So?" Bulma said.
"So what?" Vegeta asked.
"Aren't you going?" Vegeta blinked in confusion. "And where exactly would I be going?" he asked. Bulma rolled her eyes.
"The school." she stated matter-of-factly.
"What!" Vegeta sneered angrily. If there was one thing he despised above everything else, it was getting ordered around by a woman, especially if the woman was Bulma herself. "Woman, I'm the Prince of--"
Bulma shot her husband one of her 'dirty looks', which shut him up instantly "I SAID GET GOING!" she yelled But hey, sometimes he could make exceptions.
Trying to regain his wounded pride, he snorted gruffly, and sauntered out of the room, Bulma's fiery blue eyes following after him. After all, there was no scarier opponent than ones own wife.
Ch.1