Flying with a Wish

Chapter One: Big Brother

By Delphine

Bulma paused in her eating. She could feel a power her way. Glancing around the table, she saw that both Master Roshi and Krillan had felt it as well. The pig Oolong was as oblivious as ever as he continued to stuff his face.

"Do you know who it is?" she asked.

"Know what?" demanded Oolong with his mouth full of chewed food.

The blue-haired woman's mouth curled up at the disgusting display of bad table manners. "Don't talk with your mouth full," she snapped.

The pig was about to protest but was silenced by a glare from Bulma. Krillan shrugged at this exchange. He'd been around worse eaters and didn't understand what Bulma's problem was.

"It's Goku," Master Roshi spoke up.

The others looked at him with confusion. What did Goku have to do with table manners, besides the fact that he had none?

"Goku is the power heading this way," he clarified.

"Oh!" Bulma looked at the dark blue training clothes she was wearing. Rushing to the bathroom, she changed into tan booty-shorts and a blue tube tope. Her tail was wrapped around her waist neatly disguised as a fashionable fur belt. Her hair she styled back into a French braid before she applied make-up to her face.

The male occupants of the Kame house looked at her funnily as she re-entered. "Don't any of you say a word to Goku about me training," she told them all sternly, before giving them a frightening glare to hit her point home.

"Yes, ma'am," squeaked Oolong.

Upsetting Bulma was like him walking into a slaughterhouse, both very good ways to end up dead.

"Anyone home?" called a cheerful voice from outside the house.

"Goku!" shouted Krillan as he rushed out to meet his friend. The others followed close behind.

Goku was a tall man, muscled enough to make a body builder jealous, with spiky black hair. He was wearing a training suit similar to Krillan's. To Bulma's surprise a young boy was clutching Goku's leg. The boy was dressed in a yellow shirt and black pants; both made out of silk. A funny hat was perched on his head. Bulma noted that the four-star dragon ball had been placed on the top of the hat.

"Who's the kid?" Oolong asked.

"This is my son Gohan," Goku introduced. "Gohan, say hello."

The boy Gohan gave a quick bow before saying," I am very pleased to meet you."

Oh, yeah, there was no doubt in Bulma's mind that Chichi was the one really raising Gohan, Goku was to much of a kid himself to be much help.

"Gohan…I see you named him after your grandfather," Roshi commented.

"Yeah." Goku flashed his trademark Son smile.

"Oh, Goku, he's so adorable," Bulma said as she watched the youngest Son family member.

Gohan was playing rock-paper-scissors with a crab. The kid decided on rock and the crab could only do scissors. Mad, the crab blew bubbles in Gohan's face, sending the boy sprawling on his back.

"Be careful, that crab is a sore loser," Roshi mentioned, laughing.

"Hey, he has a tail," pointed out Krillan.

Bulma looked in surprise. Sure enough, there was a small brown tail curling and uncurling as Gohan rode on Turtles back. Bulma unconsciously wrapped her tail tighter around her waist. No one but Chichi knew about her tail and she wanted to keep it that way.

"Yeah, he was born with it," said Goku proudly.

Roshi, Krillan, and Oolong's eyes all bugged out. "Goku, has Gohan ever looked at the full moon?" asked Roshi in a terrified voice.

The black-haired man thought for a minute. "I don't think so. We go to bed really early."

Well at least Chichi was being cautious, thought Bulma. Now why didn't she just have Gohan's tail removed?

Master Roshi looked like he was going to say something else but stopped. Goku and Krillan's faces had become very serious. A blip on her so-called ki radar let Bulma know why. There was a huge power coming their way. The power was bigger than Goku's.

Bulma trembled involuntarily. The thought of someone more powerful than Goku sent fear into her heart. She looked out towards the horizon where the ocean met the sky. A person, no larger than a speck, was flying towards the island at unfathomable speed.

Goku snatched his son up, ignoring Gohan's startled cry, and handed him to Bulma. The way he looked into his oldest friend's eyes, she knew he was asking her to take Gohan somewhere safe if things got too hairy. Bulma nodded as she pulled the small boy into a protective embrace. Gohan looked up at her, confusion shown in his coal black eyes.

Bulma gave him a weak smile, but her attention was on the figure coming towards them.

It was a man who landed in front of them. Bulma gulped, he was huge, easily twice her size. He wore armor that covered his chest, shoulders, shins, and pelvic area. His legs and arms were bare, allowing her to see the corded muscle. Long, dark spiky black hair tumbled down uncontrollable. His eyes, black as charcoal, studied the group in front of him. A strange device, with a green tinted eyepiece covered his right eye.

As his gaze moved to Goku, those deep eyes widened in recognition. "Kakarotto?" he addressed Goku.

'I think you have the wrong person, my name is Goku."

The man frowned. "No, I have the right person. You look too much like our father to be anyone else."

"Our father?" asked Goku, stunned.

A small smile broke out on the man's face. "Yes, our father. Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Raditz, your big brother."

Bulma nodded to herself; there was some resemblance between the two men, especially in the face. "We were just eating lunch, perhaps you could join us and explain a few things?" she asked.

Raditz excepted the offer of food, which Bulma had no doubt he would. After all, he was related to Goku, so the odds of him sharing his love of food were good.

He told them about Goku a.k.a. Kakarotto and his species the Saiyan-jins from the planet Vegeta-sei. Was Bulma surprised that Goku was an alien? Not at all.

Apparently, the Saiyan-jin Empire was at war with their once allies the Cold Empire. The reasons were a bit confusing but the gist of it was that a member of the Cold Royal family, Lord Frieza, was struck down by the Saiyan-jin crown prince Vegeta, who apparently had accended to a level of power called Super Saiyan after Frieza had murdered his father in front of him. One of the new King of the Saiyan-jins' policies had decreed that all Saiyan-jins off planet were to be recalled to Vegeta-sei. This meant Saiyan-jins that had been sent out, as infants had to be tracked down. Goku was apparently lucky in that he had living family that knew where he was, for the Cold Empire was sending extermination squads after solitary Saiyan-jin targets.

Bulma had asked why the infant Saiyan-jins were sent off planet instead being raised under their parent's guidance. Raditz had answered, "To make them strong. The only child not to be sent away is the Crown Prince, instead he is given to a trainer to learn how to both fight and rule. We are not a weak species that coddles their children."

Bulma had to keep herself from attacking the man for even suggesting that actually caring for your child was a weak thing.

Goku agreed to go with his brother provided that his family could come along. "You'll have to keep an eye out for your mate and brat, cross-species breeding isn't often practiced on Vegeta-sei, some of the more gung-ho purists won't hesitate to kill them," Raditz warned.

"I'm coming too," Bulma had said in her 'don't argue with me tone.'

"But Bulma-" Goku started to protest before she gave him one of her best glares.

She turned to the older brother. "So where's your ship?" she asked.

"My pod is only designed to fit one man in it. We'll have to wait for one of the Saiyan-jin battle cruisers to pick us up."

"How long will that take?"

"A few days once I make the call."

She nodded. Raditz looked at her with a serious expression on his face. "As careful as my brother's mate and brat must be you will have to be doubly so. You are an attractive woman, similar enough to a Saiyan-jin to have males after you."

She frowned. "I thought you said cross-species breeding wasn't practiced."

"I said it wasn't practiced often. Most males will take an alien female as a bed-mate for a few days and then kill her."

Bulma's frown deepened. "How barbaric."

The Saiyan-jin warrior just shrugged. "So we've been called."

Well at least I'll have plenty of sparing partners, thought the blue-haired woman darkly.