Disclaimer-Dragonball/Z isn't mine

Note-Goku never hit his head. However, since the two left home when they were infants, they don't remember their Saiyan pasts. Vegeta still has a cocky attitude, but no 'Prince of all Saiyans' crap, and he's a little bit nicer. Goku also isn't an idiot, but still lovable. They already know how to detect chi.

Author's Decision-OK, I'm gonna do the Dragonball saga, but skip the Red Ribbon saga. Piccolo will be entered. Then I'm gonna go on to DBZ.

Enter Bulma

Vegeta curled and uncurled his tail around his waist. He wasn't quite sure of his age, but he guessed he was about 12. Goku seemed to be a little younger, maybe by a couple of months. He also wasn't quite sure why he and Goku had tails. All he was sure of was that now that their grandfather, Gohan, was dead, the two were interdependent on each other.

"Vegeta…" Goku whined.

"What?"

"You ready to go find food yet?"

"Yeah. I'll hit the river and you go get fruit."

"'Kay," Goku said, walking off to the fruit trees.

Vegeta walked the ¼ mile over to the river that ran southward from the hills to a valley. He pulled off his shirt, heedlessly letting it fall to the ground, and jumped in. After the bubbles had disappeared, he swam downstream, looking for fish.

She leaned back in the driver's seat of her red convertible, twirling her fake ID around her finger. Good thing that she was tall for her age, an almost 12-year-old. A born rebel, she'd gotten her fake ID and Capsule car and drove off in search of 'a lifetime supply of strawberries', as she told her parents. 'A perfect boyfriend' was what she told herself.

She pressed a button on her radar. A small orange triangle beeped on the screen.

"A mile ahead," she told herself, smiling. "A mile and a ball closer."

She floored it and sped up.

Vegeta emerged from the water, holding a fish the size of a small shark in his hands, only to have a piece of fruit thrown at him from the treetops.

"What was that for?!" he roared up at his 'brother'.

Goku grinned. "To be annoying."

"Goku, you LIVING is annoying."

"Wow, your empathy astounds me." Goku's tail wrapped around the tree branch and he hung upside-down, like a monkey. "Anyway, I came to ask you something. You feel that chi? Coming from over there?" Goku pointed.

Vegeta concentrated at the spot where Goku was pointing. Yes, it was a chi, and a small one at that. His ears twitched as he heard a faint whirring sound. The chi was traveling in a vehicle.

Vegeta let the fortunate fish go, and swam to the river bank. He pulled himself out of the water and shook himself off much like a dog. He pulled his shirt back on as Goku jumped from the tree and onto the ground, and the two walked off.

"What's up with Grandpa's ball?" Goku said. He and Vegeta were back at the house, waiting for the chi to come near. An orange ball with 4 red stars on it, the memoir Gohan had left them, was flashing into bright yellow before fading to normal, and then flashing again.

"Weird." Vegeta picked up the ball. "It's not warm or anything."

Goku looked to the door. "The chi is almost here."

Vegeta heard the faint whirring sound grow louder. Goku reached for the Power Pole leaning against the wall. "C'mon."

The two of them walked out of the door.

The next thing she knew was being toppled over as her car hit something. She curled into a ball and protected her head as she bounced on the ground.

"You, there! Stand up!" Vegeta yelled.

"Jesus!" she muttered. "Can't a girl go anywhere without being at—AAAAAHHHH!!!" She scrambled back as Goku's Power Pole came within an inch of her face.

"Who are you?" Goku hollered.

"B-b-Bulma," she stuttered. "Bulma Brief. Please don't kill me."

Vegeta smirked. "If we were interested in killing you, you would've been dead long ago. However, I DID lose that fish I was hunting. Maybe I'll use you for lunch instead…"

"Vegeta, stop messing with her head!" Goku scolded, seeing Bulma's sheet-white face. He retracted his Power Pole and slung it over his shoulder. "And what are you doing here?"

"I'm looking fo…Wait! I don't have to tell you anything!"

"You're trespassing on our land," Vegeta said. "Therefore, your hide belongs to us. We could even take you prisoner if we so wished. After all, it is OUR property you've disgraced with your presence."

Bulma's mouth opened.

"Vegeta, stop it!" Goku scolded. "Bulma, don't pay any attention to him. He's just trying to mess with you."

Bulma gulped. "Okay."

"I'm Goku. And this is my brother, Vegeta. We think he's 12, and I'm a little younger."

"Almost 12," Bulma said. (A/N: It's my right as an A/U author to screw up ages!)

"And what are you doing?"

"Looking for a Dragonball. My radar says that it's here."

"Dragonball?" Goku looked at Vegeta.

"Never heard of it," Vegeta snarled. "So, Bulma Brief, get off our land."

"Believe me, I would, if you guys hadn't TOTALED MY ONLY MEANS OF TRANSPORTATION!!!!" She looked ready to cry.

"Oh…sorry." Goku looked sheepish. "There are just so many dinosaurs around here that you can't ever be too careful. I mean, it was a monster that killed Grandpa, and today being a full moon and all…"

"Tell her our life story, won't you, Goku?" Vegeta said disgustedly.

"M-monsters?" Bulma stuttered.

"They're practically next-door neighbors."

Bulma's face went white.

"If nothing attacked you before now, most likely nothing will," Goku said.

"They wouldn't want something that smelled so bad, anyway," Vegeta remarked.

"At least I live sanely in a Capsule house instead of a dinky, ratty old cabin!"

Before she knew it, Vegeta had grabbed the Power Pole and shot it right in front of her face.

"Never mock this place," he snarled. "Or it'll be your deathbed."

"This land is sacred to Grandpa," Goku explained kindly. "My brother doesn't allow anyone to insult it."

Vegeta threw down the Power Pole and spat. "Stop blabbing our lives to strangers, Goku," he snarled.

"Okay, okay, Vegeta," Goku said.

Something roared in the background. Bulma practically jumped out of her skin.

"I think you'd better come inside, Bulma," Goku said.

"I'm not going in there with her," Vegeta spat. "I'm going back to the river."

"Fine."

Vegeta stormed off.

"Uh-oh. Enter Sullen Vegeta."

"Pardon?" Bulma gave him a confused look.

"Vegeta has so many moods that I had to name them all. There's Sullen Vegeta and Quiet Vegeta and I'm-Going-To-Kill-You Vegeta and so many more."

"Is he ever in a decent mood?"

Goku nodded. "That's I'm-Tolerating-You-Just-Because-We're-Brothers Vegeta."

"And how about with guests?"

"We never have guests. You're the first in a long, long time."

Seems like a good place to stop.

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