Appears suddenly Fupwah!!! I have returned! I'll bet you all thought I was dead! But I'm not…I live! Let me start by saying sorry for not updating in about a year (literally…I'm close to 6 months in the hole.), my coaching gig over the summer (my old high school team has me training their defensive linemen in my legendary style of kick ass now ask questions later, personal foul getting and ish talking that earned me my name… basically how to be more aggressive) that and college does it to you, especially in the world of engineering. Who ever came up with circuits can kiss my red, plat wearin' ass!!! Flip-flop, not, nor, and gate lovin' bastards!!! I only want to do character designs and program games…tis all…sobs why can't you understand dramatically from knees pumping fist in the air WHHHHHHHYYYYYYYYY!?!?!?! Lady strolls out with an Oscar accompanied by canned applause and bad award show music you love me? You really love me!? I knew it!!
Puts on glasses as a podium appears
I'd like to thank God, my mother, father, big brother and sister (is it really fair to call them big? I mean I'm bigger than both of them in height and weight!! Any way), um my pittbull, oh and my sisters welsh corgi, the janitor that cleans the bathroom at that McDonalds on MLK Drive, my computer, Buddha, Allah, who ever trained Pecon pre-Jita, that striper from my 18th birthday party 2 years ago who mysteriously disappeared, Johnny Cochran for covering that up, Oprah before and after she caught Stedman on the DL, Luther Vandross fat and skinny…same deal for Elvis, Michael Jackson black and white editions, Janet Jackson with and without the exposed boob, that bottle of Hennessey on my dorm dresser, the bottle of Grey Goose next to the Hennessey on my dorm dresser, the bottle of Hypnotic next to the Grey Goose next to the bottle of Hennessey on my dorm dresser, my Perfect Grade Wing Zero Custom model that hangs from fishing wire above the before mentioned bottles, The Bass Pro shop for selling me that wire as well as the numerous devices I use to go bass fishing with in my spare time and the morons on the third floor of the off campus aparment complex who thought they could beat me at craps who paid for it all, Bill Dance, Dance Dance Revolution, the good people at Square Enix for making innovative RPG's to keep me entertained, John Madden, Emily Dickinson and her numerous depressing pieces, a monkey, Mrs. Winners for making those chicken biscuits, ah skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet, skeet!!!!, the guy in the sweatshop somewhere in Korea for making all those jerseys I wore during my football career as well as baseball, Nike for taking credit for those jerseys, every woman I've been with Sexy Wife throws panties at Wolf, Wolf tucks them under shirt be they real or simply a part of a running gag, in that same instance Magnums for protecting me from the various dangerous possibilities that accompany pre-marital sex (I know bad Wolf --;;), the city of Atlanta, the state of Georgia, the entire South, you better eat your Wheaties, the creator of grits, cornbread, collard greens, Commissioner Paul Tagliabo and the line "With the first overall selection in the NFL draft…", Matt Groening, Newtype USA, Japan, ADV films, any and all anime as well as their publishers, that fat chick that works in the café who gave me extra sauce, Koshi Rikdo, Nabashin, the shit in Nabashin's afro, for that same matter afro sheen, Liz Claiborne for Spark and Bora Bora (my personal favorites! Curve is great too) Jenna Jameson and Ron Jeremy , Joe-Cool my tattoo artist, Dave Chapelle, John Smoltz, Mike Vick, Danny Heatley, Tiger Woods, Al Pacino, Robert DeNiro, Marlon Brando, in that case Mario Puzo, Mario Lemux, for the hell of it Super Mario and Luigi with regards to Princess Peach and that little mushroom guy who hangs around them, Samuel L. Jackson for being in every thing possible, I apologize to Sam…he just wouldn't make a good Vegeta Sam Jackson stands up in the crowd with a white Kangol on that says "Shaft" : Yes they deserve to die, and I hope they burn in hell!!! …then again maybe he would have, Pedro for letting me steal his wife Pedro: NOOOOOOOOO!!!!, Inu Yasha for spending time worrying about the Tetsusaiga which resulted in me scooping up Kagome and Kikyo for a nice long night at the Marriott, Miroku for taping it BWAHAHAHA!!!(I am such a whore aren't I?), Sarie Mue for her poor taste in men, and last but certainly not least, without whom none of this would be possible……..ME!!!!!
But seriously once more a big shout out to everyone one who has ever read anything I have written and reviewed. You all have especially big places in my heart. Much love and respect. And mvpssj5, this is the sequel to "A Sayain's Worth", keep reading, I promise it's as good as the original!
Oh and the other brothers is symbolic of knowledge. If aliens took over the planet and only wanted to keep the best and brightest, what would you tell them to make them think you are a commodity? It kinda works the same way in real life, if you have no knowledge about anything you can't contribute to anything. So you might as well be a pile of ash. Get up, get out, and get something (Outkast originated it, Macy Grey stole it….) ya dig!? A bit of knowledge for my good friends out there in fan fic land!!
Now let the shoostings begin!!
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"That's wrong…wrong…wrong…you don't know what the hell you're doing…wrong…"
He stood there in a brown blazer checking the test he gathered with a large red pen. His hair was thinning badly, so much so that it was hard to not laugh at the pathetic comb over he had. It was almost enough to make Pan want to leap from her seat with a pair of scissors, lopping the strands of hair clean off his head screaming "Just give it up!!! You're friggin' bald okay!?!". However any one who gives one question quizzes every class isn't likely to take kindly to being insulted. Not to mention these weren't easy question, they were quite anal and damn near impossible to answer. One time the guy asked what was the name of his third cousin removed Pekinese's name. He laughed his overweight laugh as everyone in the class failed to guess. Most of them answered with cute names such as Muffin, or Princess. Pan learned a long time ago that the obvious answer allot of times is, asshole's are exceptions to the rule. So she went with Butch. Surprisingly she wasn't that far off. Who'd ever heard of a walking mop named Killer? But Dr. Jake Martin seemed to be of that same name…she could just see her grade slowly slipping to the ICU, hooked on a respirator and all. Clinging to life. But as he began to hand the test back, the young Sayain almost wanted to pronounce the thing dead.
"I'd have to say Miss Son I'm a bit disappointed in you. I expected better from the child of Gohan."
She huffed as Martin turned slamming her paper on his desk.
"That's 3 tests you have failed!"
"That's because they only have one question…it's do or die…"
Pan squeaked out under her breathe with crossed arms. Martin snorted through his thick mustache as he rose an eyebrow to her.
"Now, now, young lady. My test are fair…and if I say so quite easy. If you'd study like you should they wouldn't be a problem."
Pan looked up at him with an annoyed glare. Again the need to retaliate was coming over her, but once more she thought better of it and looked off in the other direction. Martin grinned walking away critiquing another student, crushing more morale and bright young minds. It seemed like some kinda sick pleasure for him. Some of the students guessed it was his sexual substitute. The man was 53 with no wife, her father said it was because he was too much of an ass to get married. He use to grade his girlfriends he was so bad. Pan could care less. She just wanted to salvage something that resembled a passing grade out of this class.
"So far so good."
Trunks grunted as he stood outside of Capsule Corp. shuffling through the written proposal. All that was needed now was his mother's stamp of approval. That was the easy part. She usually didn't care how the proposal was done, as long as she got to invent stuff, that's what counts. And so he entered the relatively quiet complex looking around as he paced inside.
"Ma?"
"Hey Trunks…."
Trunks looked over at his little sister with a smile. She sat on the couch painting her toe nails the shiniest of pinks she possibly could. Trunks put down the papers as well as his lap top next to the inn table walking over to her. He patted her on the head forcing her to pull back.
"The hair dear brother…"
"Yeah, sorry…where's mom?"
Bra gave off a smirk wiggling her toes in satisfaction.
"That's what I'd like to know, I haven't seen her around…"
"YOU NEEDN'T BE CONCERNED ABOUT YOUR MOTHER!!!"
Bra and Trunks turned at the last moment to see Vegeta come soaring in, simultaneously transforming into a Super Sayain. They both darted off in opposite directions with a panicked yell as Vegeta fist crushed the plush couch where they once dwelled. The sibling Sayains looked at each other as Vegeta chuckled, setting into a fighting stance. Bra readjusted her bath robe quickly. Who knew what perverts had their eyes on the joint, or were reading this fic…not to mention it wasn't very lady like.
"Daddy, what is wrong with you!?!"
Vegeta looked over at his daughter with a dark glare.
"Sorry pumpkin, but you've gotten soft…"
He looked over a Trunks whom was trying to sneak away.
"YOU TOO BOY!!!"
Bra and Trunks quickly shot glances over to each other with a shrug.
"Hey dad, relax. We've just got other things to do is all."
"Yeah, who wants to train all the time anyway? Oops!!"
Bra quickly slapped her hands over her mouth realizing what she just said. That had done it Vegeta began to boil and with little less than a warning, he was after Bra throwing several rapid punches, forcing her to dodge like wild, eyes wide and feeble groans attached. Vegeta fired an axe kick causing Bra to do a back flip landing awkwardly on another table in the living room. Vegeta fired a ki after her, blasting the princess through the wall with a panicked scream.
"DAD CUT IT OUT!!!"
Vegeta glance over at Trunks with a snarl.
"Give me one good reason why I should…"
Vegeta took after Trunks as well, backing him down the hall with rapid punches and kicks. Trunks wanted to say because he was too old to play around with him, that he and Goku were the only two that really needed to fight these days. But Vegeta wouldn't understand that, not the arrogant, crazed sociopath he and his sister called a father. To Vegeta fighting was life, if one can no longer battle, than what use does he have. He blocked another jab from Vegeta, transforming at the same time. A smirk curled across his fathers lips. That's what he wanted to see, Trunks spun off Vegeta firing a chop at his neck, causing him drop into a split beneath his sons attack, Vegeta than swiped his leg around as if he were break dancing in an attempt to trip the boy. It fail as trunks leapt over him, planting a foot to the jaw of his father. Vegeta sprawled through the hall backwards before crashing through several first floor offices. Vegeta spat the blood from his mouth. Now that's what he wanted to feel. He wanted to feel that pain. He almost missed it. It was like a mistress of kinds, her services so good you fall in love with her just because of them. And so Vegeta rushed back in…and was blind sided through more walls and out onto the front lawn by Bra's flying head but.
She took in heavy breaths as her hair sat mangled and out of place. Small patches of dust stained her white silk bath robe and face. She snarled at her father, charging both of her hands up as Vegeta sat up looking over at her with a smile.
"Now there's the beauty of a Sayain Princess."
"Beauty!!!? I Look like a hobo now because of you!"
Vegeta blinked puzzled as Trunks landed next to her, still glowing with Super Sayain energy. He too held a hand out towards their father, and in an instant they attacked.
'Alexial brushed the hair from Terra's eyes as she smiled. Goku reappeared just behind Alexial in the distance, he surveyed the damage clutching 2 Sinzu beans.
"What the...!?"
He felt Alexial's power level jump as she spoke once more.
"Terra...you did well child…"
Alexial, with a solid thrust of her hand, ripped through the chest of the long time servant of the gods. Alexia's heart dropped as Alexial slowly pulled her hand out of the gaping hole in her chest. Terra fell towards a knee bleeding looking over to Alexia.'
Vegeta sat up again, this time wide eyed with cringed teeth. Trunks and Bra watched as he clutched his chest in writhing pain turning to the side once more. He screamed out with streaking tears down his cheek. Bra and Trunks quickly calmed themselves. There attack wasn't that deadly was it? No, it couldn't have been. Especially against a power level like Vegeta's. They both gazed at him with concern watching as his energy flared up around him, fizzling with the power of level 2 Super Sayains. He gasped taking heavy breaths looking up at them. Vegeta's vision was officially blurry. He could vaguely see the color of his daughters pale skin and blue-green hair.
"Wh…a…t…the….!?! URAHHHHH!!!"
'His comment about needing Kakarrot to survive in the Earth wilderness had been somewhere between an exaggeration and a downright lie. While Vegeta was unfamiliar with Earth's native life and geology, he'd had years of experience under Freeza's command at getting thrown into an alien ecosystem and having to scavenge to survive. Right now, they both needed warmth more than anything else, Goku in particular. Vegeta gathered armloads of brush and carried them back to the cave, where he made a pile between two rocks.
"Kakarrot. Up."
Goku had apparently passed out completely, so Vegeta dragged him over against the wall and covered him, still trying not to bump the spider legs too much -- he knew he had to remove them, but he hated the idea of trying to do it in the dark, with those wicked barbed edges.'
His power pulsing with great command and fury as the ground under him began to collapse slightly. Bra reached towards her father only to be yanked back by her elder brother. He leapt in the sky with her embraced, hovering above the mighty warrior.
"Trunks we have to help him!"
He shook his head.
"No way kiddo, with that much energy pulsing from him he'd cook you!"
"But…"
"He deserves it anyway…Mhm…"
Bra looked at Trunks as a crooked snarl came over him. And like that Trunks didn't feel like Trunks. His Aura hardened in an instant and his façade was dark.
"Trunk..s?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you okay?"
He shrugged with a gentle smile.
"Sure, I am worried about dad though"
Bra blinked heavily, She didn't get it. Trunks again was Trunks. He felt warm and genuine, like he normally did. She didn't say anything as Vegeta began to come to, panting heavily as the pain from his body began to subside. The sweat rolled down his face as he sat still, leaning on his forearms to support his weight. He powered down looking up at his children's fearful expressions. He felt so lost, eyes transparent and shaken. Vegeta had seen a ghost, or at least felt one. He felt what Terra felt, he saw what they all saw, and it was real.
"This…what's going on!?"
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'The two continued their fight with renewed vigor as the four astonished warriors continued to watch. Goku watched with great interest. He had rarely seen Vegeta in an actual life-or-death battle that he wasn't involved in or unconscious. He also noticed something very strange. "Her technique," he whispered to himself.
"What was that?" Gohan inquired, eyes still glued to the fight. Goku seemed to be trying to figure something out.
"Usually someone will stick to a pattern in their fighting style. I can usually figure out the pattern. So can anyone, I guess. But her - I don't think she even has a pattern. She has an incredible variety of techniques - most I've never seen - and she's completely random. I can tell she was trained first by Vegeta from the foundations of her style, but where did she learn how to fight after that? She fights - like - a demon." Another place another life time, but none the less he could see it.'
And he shot up. Goku stared into the clear blue skies with a simple smirk. He was having those dreams again. Those strange visions of times he had never seen. But he knew them…he was there. He'd been there. He looked at his fishing pole with a sober look across his face.
"I wish…I could explain it…but I can't"
The bob pooled in the crystal clear lake slightly, indicating the nibbling of some poor aquatic creature at his line. Interested still he leaded forward to take a look at his line. A small fish took pot shots at the hook, wisely taking his fill while not exactly doing so.
"It's always the baby's isn't it…?"
'Gohan sat straight up in bed, soaking with sweat and the blankets twisted oddly around his legs. The small boy breathed a sigh of relief and disentangled himself from the bedclothes, breathing heavily. "It was just a dream," he reminded himself, trying to slow his pounding heart. "Just a dream. Mister Piccolo isn't --" Gohan's eyes snapped into focus, and he glanced around the room -- the hospital room. Kuririn lay sleeping in a bed across from Gohan, bandages on his head and arms. Gohan looked down at himself and saw the wrapping on his own body.
"No . . ." he whispered. "It's not . . . not a dream . . ." Gohan carefully probed the back of his mind, where for the past few months he had been able to feel Piccolo's presence. It had been a continual source of comfort to him, to know that his friend was always there. Now, the link had vanished. The dream had really happened; Piccolo was gone.'
"Because…they choose to do so…how…pffft…foolish!"
Goku began to laugh slightly, as he sat on the river's bank, his eyes widening with fear as he felt the pleasurable tickle come over him. He slapped a hand over his mouth trying to halt himself , but he couldn't. He just couldn't…stop it. The fish quickly scurried away from the bate and he simply shook his head.
"Why…why can't…mhmm…I stop!? HaHAHa!"
A tear began to stream from the corner of his eye as he fell back in the grass. Still amused by something unknown to him. Pain...was becoming funny. And for the first time in a while, Goku was scared.
END of PART III
Are you all confused yet!?! MWAHAHAHA! Please review.
A/N: Small pieces of Unromantic Poetess' "The Soul" , Sholio's "Ki Blind" and Leia's "One More Time" (Will read and review more of you both soon honest!!), used…¦without permission I might add. Apologies handed all around, I'm not using it as plagiarism, but more for effect (and to prove a point). I have nothing but respect for the three of you whom are my equals if not superior in fan fic writing! Please support these authors everyone, they are very deserving of it!
Announcer Guy
Next time on Dragonball Z, the weird occurrences are becoming more and more frequent leaving the Z fighters bewildered. They all have begun to see the unthinkable…and the unthinkable is becoming reality! Go with that hunch Vegeta!! Next time…on Dragonball Z!!
Vengeance of the Grave!!