It's been a while since I've updated this... But I just want to say... DBZ isn't mine... I just like to borrow the characters for a while and put some crazy and unexplainable things on the internet to make them look like fools, etc, etc, etc.
Dokutoko
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The king began walking down the streets of the market. He looked around at all of his subjects with a frown noticing many of the men around laughing merrily about a crude joke just spoken of. He then would turn his attention else where, and he noticed some people purchasing food that was more than likely killed fresh that day.
This market was full of life. It was livelier than the palace on a normal basis.
"Are you sure Bardock lives down here?" he asked leaning to the person walking beside him.
Goku looked over to the king, who was now clothed in a new armor fit for a third-class. He did need to pass off as one.
Goku, who was also dressed in saiyan clothing looked down to the directions, and he scratched his head before chuckling. "I don't know."
The king came to a screeching halt as he snapped his head to the cheerful saiyan warrior. "What do you MEAN you don't KNOW?"
Goku looked over the paper and sheepishly rubbed the side of his head. "I can't read the directions."
The king looked at the paper before looking to the eyes of Goku. "And why NOT Kakarot!"
"Because I can't read the saiyan language. I can only read Japanese and English," explained the saiyan with the infamous Son Grin.
The king numbly stared at the earth-raised warrior for a moment before glaring. "You... are a moron."
Goku frowned as he crossed his muscular arms, but immediately brought them back down. He wasn't familiar with the feeling of this strange armor... and it hurt his arms. "That's not very nice, Bardock."
A vein on the forehead of the king began to throb... but he just clenched and unclenched his fists.
Goku gave a small smile as he looked back to the road. "Don't worry, I know where I'm going. My father explained the directions before he gave us the paper. His home should be a few miles up; he said it takes about thirty minutes to walk home after one passed the market. But you shouldn't be the nervous one."
The king looked to the saiyan as he gave his full attention.
"You more than likely aren't coming home to a saiyan who wants to murder you in cold blood," muttered the youngest son of Bardock as he continued to walk.
"Is that so?" questioned the king with a snort. "There have been many who have tried to take away my family's title."
"But by people who you more than likely don't know," replied Goku as they passed by the last few shops in the market. "I have to keep a close eye out for my brother. I was the reason why he died in the first place, before he was brought back to life."
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Vegeta remained at the palace with Bardock. The saiyan prince was more than likely going to be aiding him in these meetings that were scheduled for the kings busy agenda. And was Bardock nervous you ask? Of course he was!
He was sweating bullets when a servant came up and reminded the king of about five appointments that were going to occur later that day!
Bardock was more nervous than the day he found out his mate was in labor! The third-class warrior had never participated in anything relating to the fate of the planet, with the minor or major changes. It had been something that would have made ANYONE nervous.
Vegeta was calm, cool, and collected. He had actually been with his wife to a few business meetings... if that was hard to believe, and he took her place at a few meetings also when she was out of town taking care of some business.
He had also been to a few minor meetings when he was a young child also; it was an idea of his father to train him early so he could become a great leader and be very prepared on what to expect for when the crown was given to him.
Although this time wasn't the best to discuss it, Vegeta should have received the crown about now. Vegeta had an heir, he was old enough to take the crown, and he was very strong. He had reached the legendary power of a supersaiyan before his son was born. Only his family and Kakarot, plus his children had reached the level.
Bardock, in the king's body, was currently clothed with the heavy materials of the saiyan's version of a uniform or business suit (full spandex uniform, full armor with family crest, and let's not forget the cape).
It was all indeed very uncomfortable.
"Why must the king wear such heavy clothing?" whispered Bardock to the prince as he continued to walk down the halls with Vegeta at his side. "It's almost suffocating."
The prince just chuckled lightly as he continued his way down to the meeting room. "You get use to it."
"Can I wear my usual training clothing?" questioned the third-class warrior as he tried to push the cape from tripping him in the front. "And no cape? I seriously think the king is making me wear this to make a fool of myself-"
Bardock stepped on the material of his cape and fell over. His face smacked in the hard stone floor.
Vegeta just stood there with a frown on his face as he crossed his arms. "Very disgraceful." The prince helped up Bardock stand on his feet. "If there would have been a saiyan warrior around this area, he would have thought of you as weak, and that might have been his chance to destroy you."
Bardock stood and dusted his material off from any debris. "But wouldn't we be more intimidating even without this clothing?"
Vegeta shook his head. "No. Father told me years ago that we wear this to prove we can still be strong, powerful, and regal with all of these burdens. It's almost like a symbol we wear to remind us of this."
Bardock looked to the eyes of the prince, and he nodded his head. "I guess I never thought of it that way." That explanation made the third-class warrior think in a new light. Not the selfish one he had before. "So... all this clothing is symbolizing because of those three factors?"
Vegeta chuckled lightly as the large double doors to the meeting rooms were visible. "Not exactly. The clothing is also for showing off."
And as soon as those words left his lips, the prince's 'light hearted' chitchat turned into a stern unforgiving emotion... "Now," started the prince in a deadly voice. "If they ask you any questions, look to me, and ask what I think of it first. I think very much like the true king, so whatever decision I come up with, agree with me. It might be minor stuff, but it might not. So, to take the stress from you, I'll be doing the work for you. Got it?"
Bardock felt a burden taken off of his shoulders. "Of course, Vegeta."
Vegeta nodded curtly as he looked to the doors, "Just remain silent and almost bored, but attentive- in a kingly manner... but don't let any of your third-class'ness' come out. It could bring chaos." Bardock nodded. "And remember. You are around those of high class. You are to act like you own them... but are almost equals with them."
Again Bardock nodded slowly as he gulped down saliva. This was going to be harder than he thought...
And with that stated, Vegeta opened the double doors leading the two saiyans into the meeting room.
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Bulma gave a sigh as she continued to fiddle with the contraption she had created before. She didn't know how to remake it at this moment... mainly because she was really bored and hadn't made any blue prints.
The leaned her head on an upturned palm as she lazily looked to the broken pieces. How was she able to get this machine to work properly in switching the bodies? That was a fluke! She didn't know that was what the machine would do, and now it was broken in pieces.
Bulma didn't have a clue of what to do. This thing was more complicated than she thought.
She looked over to Gohan who was working on some schoolwork. It was request of his mother to continue it while on the trip to space. She had honored the mother's request, as did Gohan who was diligently working on it.
She looked around the room, and frowned.
Where were Trunks and Goten?
She continued to look around.
They were nowhere in sight!
Where DID the two terrors go!
"Gohan?"
The hybrid saiyan teen looked up from his textbook to the scientist with confusion.
"Do you know where your brother, and my son are?"
Gohan looked around the room before shrugging. "They should have been in here... or in the area."
"Could you scan around for their energies? I want to make sure they are keeping themselves from trouble."
Gohan nodded his head as closed his eyes.
Bulma stood up from her chair and began to look around the room, making sure she didn't miss a hiding spot they could have been in.
Gohan's eyes snapped open as he looked over to the scientist. "I can't pinpoint their exact location."
Bulma turned her head over to the saiyan teen. "You... can't be serious."
Gohan looked to Bulma in the eye. "I'm dead serious." Gohan felt around with his senses once more. "And it seems as if they both split up... they both are moving rapidly."
Bulma shook her head disbelieving. "Where did they go? We need to split up and find them!"
Gohan shook his head as he mentally growled. The kids shouldn't have left this room. "We... we can't. We need to leave a low profile. We can't let the saiyan's know we're here."
"But the boys! They will alarm the saiyans; who knows what can happen!" exclaimed Bulma becoming very distressed.
Gohan nodded his head. "I know... I know..." He then bit his lip. "Trunks is going to the other side of the palace. He might be running around, and making people angry by just passing them... or maybe just being himself..."
"What about Goten?" questioned the scientist with concern.
Gohan felt out for his brother's energy once more. "He's either running or flying to dad."
Bulma shook her head. "Gohan, make sure you can get Goten before he can reach your father. I seriously don't think your father wants Goten to come in contact with his brother, Raditz."
The memories of that saiyan came flooding back from when he was a child, and he nodded his head. "I'll be back soon."
Bulma nodded as she put on a white lab coat. Hopefully, the saiyans around watching her pass by will leave her alone, knowing her as a scientist.
"Those boys are so going to be getting a chewing when I get my hands on them..." muttered Bulma as she began to dash down the halls.
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