Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, nor am I making any profits off of
this fanfic. I only lay claim its plotline and my own original characters.
A/N: Allrighty, here we go with the requisite opening author's note.
This story is actually an idea I had some time ago but that has been
continually evolving in my head. I've finally decided to write it down
but, even though I am 95% sure I know exactly where it's headed, there
might be one or two kinks. If you notice any, please don't hesitate to
let me know. IMPORTANT: later, on this may become a question so I'll
forestall it now. I've changed Vegeta's back-story slightly. Instead of
being about (I dunno) eight, ten? when Frieza destroyed his planet, I
have made him about eighteen or twenty. Keep this in mind for the
second chapter if you would. Anyways, time to get to the actual story,
so read enjoy, and please, please, please (yes, I'm not above
shamelessly begging) please, review!
Vegeta's head shot up from his training in the gravity room. For a split second, he had thought he felt the floor vibrate slightly, as if the earth had shook. He stood still for a moment, listening. "Must have been nothing," he decided and turned to go back to his training. A yell from outside brought him up short though.
"Vegeta! Get your ass out here now! Didn't you feel that? My God, I thought we were through with these things! Vegeta? It's opening!"
His curiosity aroused, the Saiyan prince strode out of the gravity room, pausing only for a moment to slip on his pink Bad Man shirt. The sight that greeted him on his front lawn, however, stopped him dead.
His mate, Bulma, was alternately shrieking like some demented bird and staring fearfully at the object his son Trunks was cautiously creeping up to – a Saiyan spacepod. The tiny ship lay smoking in a deep depression in the Brief's lawn and as Bulma had screamed, the hatch was indeed open.
Vegeta spared a glance to his son, "Trunks, stop." The boy gave him an "aw, man!" look, but obeyed. Vegeta was now the one to walk up to the pod showing surprising hesitancy for the normally bold Saiyan. Almost fearfully, he looked inside but as soon as he realized what it held, his seeming fear turned in to confusion. "How can this be?" he thought, "They died, all of them!"
Inside the ship lay, sound asleep, a young girl, only bout Trunks's age at a guess and obviously Saiyan if only clue could be taken from the tan colored tail wrapped tightly around her waist. She wore a standard issue Saiyan uniform but the startling thing was her blonde hair and the medallion she wore on a necklace – a medallion bearing the crest of the royal family of Vegeta-sei.
The little girl murmured something in her sleep and shifted her position. The movement brought Vegeta back to his senses.
"Vegeta, what is it?" Bulma asked in a quavering voice. Vegeta grunted, "Nothing that's going to cause harm, now at least."
He reached into the pod and lifted the girl out. Bulma's eyes lost their fearful look and became misty when she saw the girl. "Oh! She's so adorable! Where did she come from? How do you think she got here, all by herself?"
"And exactly how am I supposed to answer your inane questions?"
Bulma looked cross for a minute but decided to brush her mate's rude comment off for the time being. "She's Saiyan," Vegeta continued, "And she bears the crest of the royal house. That's all I know. We'll have to wait for her to wake."
"A Saiyan? Well, Goku has to know about this now! Trunk, sweetheart, grab me the phone while I go upstairs with you father and find some place to put this little girl." Trunks ignored his mother and instead followed his parents into the house and upstairs. Vegeta lay the girl down on the guest room bed and stalked out.
"Where do you think you're going?" asked Bulma.
"To move that ship out of the yard. I thought you'd like it in the lab."
Bulma nodded and turned to the girl who was still fast asleep the talking and movement having not fazed her at all. "Must be the effect of some kind of sleeping gas," thought Bulma. Out loud, she called, "Trunks! I though I told you to get me the phone!"
Trunks gave an overly dramatic, put-on sigh and left to grab it. Impatient, Bulma followed her son down the steps.
She tapped her manicured nails – blue to match her aqua hair – against the counter as she waited for someone to pick up the phone at the Son house.
"Hello?"
"Chi-chi!" she exclaimed, "You guys have to come over here right away! The most amazing thing has happened!"
"What is it, Bulma?"
"Another Saiyan spacepod, right in my front yard."
"What?"
"But don't worry, the only person in it was a little girl, a Saiyan of course, but only about Trunks and Goten's age. She's still asleep right now, but she'll probably wake up soon. If you don't mind, I'd like you and Goku to help us figure out what's going on."
"Sure, let me go and tell Goku. I'm sure he'll teleport* us there right away."
The women said their goodbyes and about two minutes later, the entire Son family appeared in Bulma's living room.
"So Bulma," Goku started, his usual childish self, "A new Saiyan?"
"Yeah, and I was all worried at first thinking it might be another enemy but it's just this little girl. Oh, Chi-chi, you should see her, she's so sweet looking and she the strangest blonde hair."
Trunks made a face and turned to Goten, "Come on, let's go wake her up." The two demi-Saiyans quietly made their way past the adults but stopped short at the bottom of the stairs. Blocking the way was the girl.
"Mom!" yelled Trunks over his shoulder, "Mom! She's awake!"
Bulma and the others quickly turned. The girl took a step back and glared at them. Then she spoke: "Who are you? Where's my dad?"
Bulma's eyebrows knotted and knelt down to the girl's height. "I don't know sweetheart. Why don't you tell us your name? We can help you find him."
But the little girl wasn't looking at Bulma anymore. Her eyes were focused beyond the woman to someone on the far side of the room. They widened as she said, "Dad!"
A/N: I know, I know – fanfic readers hate cliffhangers. But, this isn't
that bad of one, really. Please don't hate me. Actually, the sooner you
all review, the sooner I'll post the next chapter. I'm aiming for,
well, I dunno, four reviews before I post chapter two. Hope you've
enjoyed so far!
A/N: Allrighty, here we go with the requisite opening author's note.
This story is actually an idea I had some time ago but that has been
continually evolving in my head. I've finally decided to write it down
but, even though I am 95% sure I know exactly where it's headed, there
might be one or two kinks. If you notice any, please don't hesitate to
let me know. IMPORTANT: later, on this may become a question so I'll
forestall it now. I've changed Vegeta's back-story slightly. Instead of
being about (I dunno) eight, ten? when Frieza destroyed his planet, I
have made him about eighteen or twenty. Keep this in mind for the
second chapter if you would. Anyways, time to get to the actual story,
so read enjoy, and please, please, please (yes, I'm not above
shamelessly begging) please, review!
Vegeta's head shot up from his training in the gravity room. For a split second, he had thought he felt the floor vibrate slightly, as if the earth had shook. He stood still for a moment, listening. "Must have been nothing," he decided and turned to go back to his training. A yell from outside brought him up short though.
"Vegeta! Get your ass out here now! Didn't you feel that? My God, I thought we were through with these things! Vegeta? It's opening!"
His curiosity aroused, the Saiyan prince strode out of the gravity room, pausing only for a moment to slip on his pink Bad Man shirt. The sight that greeted him on his front lawn, however, stopped him dead.
His mate, Bulma, was alternately shrieking like some demented bird and staring fearfully at the object his son Trunks was cautiously creeping up to – a Saiyan spacepod. The tiny ship lay smoking in a deep depression in the Brief's lawn and as Bulma had screamed, the hatch was indeed open.
Vegeta spared a glance to his son, "Trunks, stop." The boy gave him an "aw, man!" look, but obeyed. Vegeta was now the one to walk up to the pod showing surprising hesitancy for the normally bold Saiyan. Almost fearfully, he looked inside but as soon as he realized what it held, his seeming fear turned in to confusion. "How can this be?" he thought, "They died, all of them!"
Inside the ship lay, sound asleep, a young girl, only bout Trunks's age at a guess and obviously Saiyan if only clue could be taken from the tan colored tail wrapped tightly around her waist. She wore a standard issue Saiyan uniform but the startling thing was her blonde hair and the medallion she wore on a necklace – a medallion bearing the crest of the royal family of Vegeta-sei.
The little girl murmured something in her sleep and shifted her position. The movement brought Vegeta back to his senses.
"Vegeta, what is it?" Bulma asked in a quavering voice. Vegeta grunted, "Nothing that's going to cause harm, now at least."
He reached into the pod and lifted the girl out. Bulma's eyes lost their fearful look and became misty when she saw the girl. "Oh! She's so adorable! Where did she come from? How do you think she got here, all by herself?"
"And exactly how am I supposed to answer your inane questions?"
Bulma looked cross for a minute but decided to brush her mate's rude comment off for the time being. "She's Saiyan," Vegeta continued, "And she bears the crest of the royal house. That's all I know. We'll have to wait for her to wake."
"A Saiyan? Well, Goku has to know about this now! Trunk, sweetheart, grab me the phone while I go upstairs with you father and find some place to put this little girl." Trunks ignored his mother and instead followed his parents into the house and upstairs. Vegeta lay the girl down on the guest room bed and stalked out.
"Where do you think you're going?" asked Bulma.
"To move that ship out of the yard. I thought you'd like it in the lab."
Bulma nodded and turned to the girl who was still fast asleep the talking and movement having not fazed her at all. "Must be the effect of some kind of sleeping gas," thought Bulma. Out loud, she called, "Trunks! I though I told you to get me the phone!"
Trunks gave an overly dramatic, put-on sigh and left to grab it. Impatient, Bulma followed her son down the steps.
She tapped her manicured nails – blue to match her aqua hair – against the counter as she waited for someone to pick up the phone at the Son house.
"Hello?"
"Chi-chi!" she exclaimed, "You guys have to come over here right away! The most amazing thing has happened!"
"What is it, Bulma?"
"Another Saiyan spacepod, right in my front yard."
"What?"
"But don't worry, the only person in it was a little girl, a Saiyan of course, but only about Trunks and Goten's age. She's still asleep right now, but she'll probably wake up soon. If you don't mind, I'd like you and Goku to help us figure out what's going on."
"Sure, let me go and tell Goku. I'm sure he'll teleport* us there right away."
The women said their goodbyes and about two minutes later, the entire Son family appeared in Bulma's living room.
"So Bulma," Goku started, his usual childish self, "A new Saiyan?"
"Yeah, and I was all worried at first thinking it might be another enemy but it's just this little girl. Oh, Chi-chi, you should see her, she's so sweet looking and she the strangest blonde hair."
Trunks made a face and turned to Goten, "Come on, let's go wake her up." The two demi-Saiyans quietly made their way past the adults but stopped short at the bottom of the stairs. Blocking the way was the girl.
"Mom!" yelled Trunks over his shoulder, "Mom! She's awake!"
Bulma and the others quickly turned. The girl took a step back and glared at them. Then she spoke: "Who are you? Where's my dad?"
Bulma's eyebrows knotted and knelt down to the girl's height. "I don't know sweetheart. Why don't you tell us your name? We can help you find him."
But the little girl wasn't looking at Bulma anymore. Her eyes were focused beyond the woman to someone on the far side of the room. They widened as she said, "Dad!"
A/N: I know, I know – fanfic readers hate cliffhangers. But, this isn't
that bad of one, really. Please don't hate me. Actually, the sooner you
all review, the sooner I'll post the next chapter. I'm aiming for,
well, I dunno, four reviews before I post chapter two. Hope you've
enjoyed so far!