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- Paul

Chapter Three – Rock N Roll Singer

Vegeta looked at Goku and Raditz sceptically, a vein throbbing in his forehead, then pointed his finger at the offending garment lying on the table of the Son household.

"I am not – I repeat: not! – wearing that… thing!" Vegeta snarled.

"Awww, c'mon!" Goku pleaded. "You gotta wear it, it's cool!"

"I am the Prince of All Saiyans! Princes do not do cool!" Vegeta growled, crossing his arms over his chest.

"But…" Raditz began.

"I am a warrior, not a dude!" Vegeta snapped. "Argument closed!"

"Fine… I'll wear it then!" Goku said.

"What?!" Raditz and Vegeta cried, their mouthed gaping open at the thought.

"But… it's far too small!" Raditz said, picking up Goten's school uniform jacket by the collar.

"Well… I guess… but…" Goku said, scratching the back of his head.

"Kakkarot, I take it back… you're not the Prince of all Bakas…"

"Gee, thanks Vegeta!"

"You're the frickin' God!" Vegeta finished and Goku's expression turned into a scowl.

"Fine then… I'll wear this just to spite you, Vegeta."

"But Kakkarot!" Vegeta exclaimed.

"No buts, my mind's made up!"

** * ** * **

A short while later, Goku appeared in the landing hallway, wearing the school uniform that had previously been laid out for the prince's inspection. Vegeta and Raditz looked at each other, and promptly feel onto the floor, laughing hysterically.

"Brother… you look… hilarious!" Raditz cried his tail snaking about on the floor, clutching his broad chest and he laughed.

"Kakkarot, your weakling sibling is correct," Vegeta said wiping away a tear and struggling to his feet, trying not to giggle at the spectacle before him. Goku was wearing, for the want of a better word, a school uniform that would have for Goten. On Goku, the shorts were extremely tight, and stopped barely down his thighs, whilst the jacket was stretched and the seams were almost popping. A small striped tie and a soft-cap with Goku's spiked black hair protruding around it only added to the site.

Goku's face scrunched up with anger, and his foot came crashing down to the floor.

"Stop laughing at me!" he cried, and Raditz yelped with fear as the foot barely missed his waving tail. The larger Saiyan quickly curled the brown appendage around his waste protectively as he stood up and looked at Goku's expression – even Vegeta had gone silent.

"Sorry brother," Raditz said eventually. "You look… uh… good!"

"What?! Oh right, yes. Kakkarot, uh… you look, um… yes," Vegeta said lamely, his only recent praise for Goku being: 'You are slightly less of a baka now than the day I met you!"

"You really think so?" Goku said beaming.

"Yes," the other two Saiyans said nodding eagerly.

"Wow!" Goku said, grinning, as Vegeta would say, like a baka.

"Have you nay idea what we've just done?" Vegeta hissed to Raditz.

"I think so…" Raditz hissed back. Both turned back towards the happy Saiyan, and both grimaced as Goku minced away.

** * ** * **

"Right, it's our first practice session!" Vegeta barked, trying not to look across as Goku squirmed in the tight school-shorts. They had relocated back to the Capsule Corporation building, and fled straight to the Gravity Room as The Noise pounded through the air. Brolli and Nappa were there waiting for them, and Tomatta finished tuning up the bass, ready for the Prince.

"Uh, Vegeta, what is that?" Turlus asked, pointing to a small nozzle protruding from the head of his Guitar.

"You'll find out at a later date," Vegeta said with a smirk, then picked up the instrument roughly and strummed the strings. "Now, are we ready to jam?"

"Jam?!" Goku cried with glee. "Did somebody mention food?" There was a loud, low-pitched rumbling as five Saiyan stomachs rumbled angrily at once.

"Break time!" Raditz yelled and placed his guitar on the floor, then ran towards the door. Brolli, Goku, Tomatta and Mirai in hot pursuit. All five crashed into the doorway at once, shaking the entire wall, cracks radiating from the reinforced doorframe.

"Let me out!"

"Gang way!"

"One minute!"

"KAKKAROTT-OOOOO!"

"Shit!"

"Everybody down!" somebody cried. Then a lance of blue energy, followed by another one, smashed into them blasting them through the congested doorway and into the wall. Dazed, everybody turned back to see Vegeta and Gohan standing in familiar positions.

"Hey!" Tomatta rumbled as he picked himself off the floor, using an unfazed Brolli as leverage. Mirai groaned as he stood up, pushing Turlus' leg from his chest and then blew a smouldering purple strand of hair out of his face.

"Awww man, I just washed my hair an hour ago!" he whined.

"I'm sorry, but you should know better than that, now go get your… lunch break," Vegeta sneered and turned back to his guitar, plucking at a string with a gloved finger. It was badly off-tuned, but the Prince didn't care.

"Food break!" Goku cried again, and they all blurred down the hall.

A moment later, they reappeared, all grinning and all full to the brim with food found in the industrial-sized fridge in the recreational kitchen.

"Are you lot ready to j… uh… practice yet?" Vegeta asked, carefully avoiding the 'J' word.

"Sure thing, Vegeta!" Goku said enthusiastically. Raditz nodded, and Trunks tossed his hair back before giving the thumbs up.

"Good! Now let's shake!" Vegeta said triumphantly.

"…rock." Mirai muttered.

"Whatever!"

Giving Gohan 'the nod', their drummer started hammering out a beat on the bass drum, his tongue poking out the side of his mouth in concentration. After several beats, Raditz started playing a whackawhacka rhythm slowly, his fingers moving over the neck of the guitar. Goku counted in the beats, and stated to play his own instrument, the guitar wailing. Vegeta, listening with a smirk, jumped in with his own licks on the bass, his fingers plucking the strings as his note hand moved up and down the long, black neck.

"Stop!" Mirai cried, and the music stopped, then ban looking at a confused looking Trunks "What the hell was that?!" he asked.

"Smoke on the Water"

"Paranoid."

"Rebel Yell."

"In The Air Tonight." Answered Raditz, Goku, Vegeta and Gohan in unison.

"Which one are we supposed to be playing?" Mirai asked. The other four looked at each other, mumbling and muttering amongst themselves.

"Okay, what about we just practice some simple riffs?" Gohan asked.

"Pfft! The Saiyan-race never became what it was today by practicing!" Vegeta said, tossing his nose into the air.

"What… you mean… nearly extinct?" Brolli asked slowly and carefully. Vegeta's vein in his forehead throbbed. If Brolli hadn't have been over two feet taller and about the same width wider, he would have loved to hit him. So instead, he hit Raditz.

"No, not extinct, you moron! A powerful race of super-warriors!" the prince exclaimed.

"Who eat big dinners!" Goku added.

"Who eat big dinners!" Vegeta repeated, then frowned. "Shut up!"

** * ** * **

Later that day, Vegeta was found locked in Bulma's study, listening to as many rock songs as he could get his hand son, whilst simultaneously listening and watching band splay on vid-disks.

"Soon, Kakkarot, I will be a better guitarist than you!" Vegeta said, ending with a short cackle.

"Um… Vegeta… you're the bassist."

"D'oh!" Vegeta said turning around quickly. "Kakospawn, what are you doing here?!"

Goten blinked. "I… uh…"

"He's with me," Trunks (little Trunks) said stepping out from behind a bookcase. Vegeta narrowed his eyes and glared at them both.

"Get out of here this instant!"

"No way, we want to know what you're up to!" Trunks said.

"You little brats!" Vegeta snarled, lunging at them.

"Every man for himself!" Goten yelled and bolted through the door and out the room.

"Goten you coward… ARGH!" Trunks cried as Vegeta's fingers wrapped around his throat.

"Why you little…" Vegeta snarled, throttling his son by the throat before putting him down again.

"Dad, chill out!" Trunks coughed, blinking and shaking his head until the little pretty stars faded out of view.

"Damn you, you accursed brats," Vegeta snarled, ushering Trunks out the door and quickly locking it behind him.

"But, uncle Vegeta…"

"ARGH!" Vegeta jumped around, pointing a finger at Goten. "How did you get back in here!"

"Dad taught me this neat-o trick!" Goten beamed proudly. "It's called Instant Trance Fishing!"

Vegeta looked at the young half-Saiyan for several seconds before saying: "You mean… 'Instant Transmission'"

"Yeah, that's it!" Goten beamed.

"That's great kid." Vegeta said, then lowered down to Goten's level. "Now, why don't you bugger off, and leave me in peace." Goten swallowed hard, noting the cheerful, smiling expression on Vegeta's face, the one he wore before doing something very nasty to whoever it was he was smiling to. He held his fingers to his forehead, and vanished with a flicker. Vegeta sighed and went back to listening to the music and watching the vids. Today was going to be a very bad day indeed…

** * ** * **

"Goku!" Chi-chi cried out, running into the living room, frying pan raised threateningly. Goku turned towards his wife.

"Yes hun… YIPE!" he cried with a yelp as the frying pan came crashing down on the poor Saiyan's head. Raditz chuckled to himself as his poor half-witted brother became the target of Chi-Chi's wrath.

"Why on earth are you wearing Goten's school uniform?"

"Well…"

"Oh no!" she wailed. "My handsome husband has become an old pervert!"

"Uh…."

"It's that old man Roshi's fault, isn't it!" Chi-Chi demanded. Goku looked at Raditz, who had suddenly taken an extreme interest into how clean the fireplace was.

"Chi-…"

"Don't you dare Chi-Chi me, buster!" she snarled, giving Goku another bop across the head with the frying pan, a musical twang a yelp filling the air.

"But…"

"You're not worming your way out of this one!" Chi-Chi shouted, hitting Goku across the head once again.

"Ow, hey! What was that for?!"

"For not explaining why you're wearing your son's uniform!"

"But Chi-Chi!" Goku cried.

"No buts!" Chi-Chi screamed, and slammed the frying pan down. And then fell over.

Goku had vanished, leaving Chi-Chi off balance when the frying pan came flashing downwards and to the space that her husband had previously occupied.

"Gee, thanks Bro," Goku said, heaving with a sigh of relief as Raditz leaned him against the wall.

"You just stay there until those birdies stop flying around your head," his brother told him.

Goku looked up at his brother and nodded wearily, and then dived aside as Chi-Chi erupted form the doorway screaming "Pervert!"

"Quick, brother, there's only one thing for it!" Raditz said, diving under a wild swing of Chi-Chi's frying pan.

"What's that, Raditz?" Goku asked, hoping over a low-blow and flipping away.

"Run!" Raditz cried, running away.

"Wait for me!" Goku cried, legging it after his taller brother.

Chi-Chi watched the two sibling running quickly down the street and stomped her foot down on the path, sending up a small cloud of dust.

"Just you wait, Goku Son, oooh, just you wait!" Chi-Chi said, smiling, then turned around. People were hanging out of windows and doors, watching the spectacle with leering grins on their faces. "And just what do you think you're looking at!" Chi-Chi screamed with enough force to shake the nearer buildings. When the dust settled, nobody was in sight, except Gohan and Videl standing on their doorstep with curious expressions on their faces, little Pan in Videl's arms wavering her arms about happily.

"Uh… what just happened?" Gohan asked.

"Oh, my poor sweet innocent baby!" Chi-Chi crooned. "Your father's turned into a pervert!" Chi-Chi wailed. Videl blinked, and looked at Gohan's blank expression.

"Are you sure?" Gohan asked, sceptically.

"When I came home this afternoon, I found him parading about the house wearing your brother's school uniform!" Chi-Chi said, gripping the handle of her frying pan even tighter. "Ooooh! When I get home I'm going to…"

"Mom, relax!" Gohan said. "It's just something for the band!"

"The… band…?" Chi-Chi asked weakly.

"Uh-huh… It's… like…" Gohan said, trying to think of a way to explain. "He saw it on the TV, and decided to copy it." He said eventually.

"And that make sit okay, does it?" Chi-Chi said, her knuckles going white.

"Mom, calm down! He's not a pervert!" Gohan said, slowly sliding forward towards his mother.

"Oooooh, I bet this is all Roshi's fault! I'm going to go over to his island and…"

"Aha!" Gohan said, seizing the frying pan., and then he hesitated. There was something about it… it's sleek black surface… the subtle hints of cooking fat on the surface… the distinct aroma of food wafting into his nostrils… then all he could see was stars.

Chi-Chi absentmindedly stepped over Gohan's body sprawled over the pavement and stood in front of an amazed Videl, who knew exactly how powerful her young husband was, even when he was unpowered.

"The frying pan," Chi-Chi said, handing Videl the implement. "It'll confuse them for just long enough to whack them over the head with it."

"But…"

"Don't ask… all I know is that it works!" Chi-Chi said with a wicked grin.

Videl returned the grin and hefted the malicious weapon with a look of glee on her face. Now she was in control!

** * ** * **

Later on that day, the Saiyans trooped back into the gravity room, Gohan and Goku nursing lumps on the sides of their heads. Vegeta took one look at the two, and chuckled.

"It seems like a couple of bakas won't be getting nookie tonight!" Goku opened his mouth to protest when Vegeta just held his hand up. "Not now, now we practice our playing. We're not going to get anywhere without practicing…"

"But, you said earlier that Saiyans don't practice," Turlus said.

Vegeta stayed silent for a moment, then turned his dark onyx eyes on the Kakoclone.

"Shut. Up." He said menacingly before turning back to the rest of the band. "Alright, let's get some practice in!" he cried.

"What's first?" Gohan asked, picking up his drumsticks and spinning them in his hands.

"I was thinking…" Vegeta said, looking through some music. "This one!" The others peered at it, and shrugged.

"Fine, okay. That'll be a good one to start with," Raditz said, giving the machine-heads on his guitar one final tweak before slinging it over his large shoulders.

"It might be a bit hard, vocals wise…" Mirai said, reading through the lyrics.

"It'll not be so hard, my lad," Vegeta said, patting his son on the shoulder before taking his position. "Alright, one, two, one two three four!"

"Uh… Vegeta… that's my line!" Gohan protested.

"Fine then, do you're little party trick!" Vegeta muttered as Gohan counted them in, rapping one drumstick off the other before beating out a riff on the drums. Goku and Raditz joined in, Goku's fingers pulling a tune from thin-air as Raditz's plectrum flicked at the strings, pulling the rhythm into the song. Vegeta smiled to himself as his fingers plucked the strings, a deep throbbing bass line chuga-chugged through the gravity room.

Mirai grinned to himself and pulled the mic closer to himself.

"Finished with my woman, 'cos she couldn't help me with my mind!

 People think I'm insane because I am frowning all the time!"

The song was flying faster, Vegeta's motor-engine chugga-chugging bass-riff making everybody in the band's head bob back and forth, Mirai's and Raditz's hair flailing about as the rhythm guitarist made his guitar wail, back-to-back with his brother. Eventually, the song came to an end, Raditz and Vegeta improvising with a closing power chord tat almost blew the speakers apart. Then there was the musical equivalent of an explosion as Vegeta's E-string snapped violently. The string flashed out quicker than was expected and lashed across the prince's cheek, drawing a small sliver of blood down his cheek.

"Curses!" Vegeta snapped, hurling the bass guitar down with disgust. "How dare it attack me, Vegeta, Prince of All Saiyans!"

"Uh… Vegeta… it's a bass…" Goku said. "It doesn't know who you are, does it?"

"Well it bloody well aught to!" Vegeta snarled, pointing his hand down at the ground.

"Vegeta, no!" Goku cried.

"Big Bang Attack!" Vegeta cried, but was at the last minute pushed aside by something large and golden. The blue energy blast exploded upwards, and a dissatisfied grunt made all in the area know who it had hit.

"Uh… heh… Brolli…" Vegeta stammered as the fireball dispersed, revealing a rather pissed-off Saiyan standing there. "You see… the thing is…" Vegeta started as Brolli advanced towards him. "It was all Kakkarot's fault!" Brolli stopped and looked at Goku, who was standing there with his guitar.

"What?! It was not!" Goku wailed.

"Was so!"

"Was not!"

"Was so!!"

"Was not!!"

"WassoWassoWassoWasso!!!"

"WasnotWaasnotWasnot!!!"

"Shut up, the pair of you!" Mirai snapped. "You're acting like a pair of kids!"

"He started it," Vegeta mumbled.

"Did not!"

"Did to!"

"Did not!"

"Did to times a million!"

"Did not times infinity!"

"Did to ti… blast!" Vegeta snarled. "Since when did Kakkarot become so smart?!" Vegeta turned his back on the younger Saiyan, who was smiling triumphantly.

"Heh heh heh, I out smarted the Prince of All Saiyans!" Goku said, poking his tongue out at the back of Vegeta's head.

"Kakkarot, don't think for a moment that I can't see you," Vegeta snarled.

"Sorry Vegeta…" Goku said.

"Now, lets get back to business."

"But what about Brolli?" Mirai asked, looking up at the seriously confused Saiyan looming over them.

"Oh, leave him be. He'll come round in a minute or so." Goku said, waving a hand dismissively.

"Maybe we could dress him up, or something, and take photos?" Raditz suggested with a chuckle.

"Maybe… if we wanted to die!" Vegeta screamed.

"Alright, alright… I was just joking…" Raditz muttered, plucking at a guitar string. KERrang-g-g-g-g…! the note echoed across the Gravity Room. Mirai looked down at the forlorn bass guitar and picked it up, poking at the snapped string then cocked his head to the side, the strands of lilac hair dropping around his eyes.

"You know, it's not that bad… I'm sure I could get mum to…"

"No, you leave the woman out of this," Vegeta murmured, more or less to himself. Trunks nodded.

"Well, I'm sure I could fix it… it's only a piece of wire, after all."

"Fine, just don't take too long about it – and don't tell her anything, alright?" Vegeta said turning about and looked up at his son.

"Yes, father," Mirai said with a nod, then hurried off to one of the workshops that littered the sub-levels of the Capsule Corp. building.

"Uh, Vegeta?" Goku asked hopping down from the amp he had taken to sitting on.

"Yes, Kakkarot?" Vegeta asked without turning.

"Now what do we do? I mean, we can play. We've just played, and it sounded good. Really good." Goku said.

"Hmmm…" Vegeta mused, holding his chin with thumb and forefinger. "Well… to be honest… I'm not too sure…"

"That's a first," Turlus hissed to Tomatta, who was standing near-by. "The Prince of Saiyans admitting that he doesn't know everything," Tomatta sniggered, and then stopped as a golden flash swept passed his body and exploded behind him. Tomatta slowly turned his head an winced as Turlus dropped out of his indentation in the wall, bits of plaster and plaz-steel falling after him. Turning his head back, Tomatta saw Vegeta dusting his hands with a triumphant smirk across his face.

"Now that little problem is sorted out… let's return our minds to the task at hand."

"And what's that, Vegeta?" Kakkarot asked.

"The next phase of our… evolution," Vegeta said with a cackle

Everybody leaned away from him.

"What, what did I say?" Vegeta asked, looking at all the worried faces.

"Brolli, you know when you were fighting Vegeta?" Gohan asked Mt. Saiyan.

"Yeah?" Came the answer from somewhere near its summits.

"I think you broke him," Gohan replied with a grin. Brolli's face contorted into a one of worry.

"Does this I mean I have to pay for a new one?"

** * ** * **

"Whew, that was close!" Trunks gasped, closing the door behind him and whipping his brow. He looked up and his eyes almost popped out of his head with shock.

"ARGH! Goten! Stop doing that!" Trunks wailed.

"Stop doing what, Trunks?" Goten asked.

"Stop doing that instant transmission thingie!" Trunks cried out. "It's really annoying when you just appear out of nowhere like that!"

"Oh, sorry. I'll stop doing it."

"Not altogether though," Trunks said, an idea forming in his evil little mind. Whilst Mirai Trunks had inherited Bulma's brains, he had been brought up primarily by Gohan, and had socially inherited his kind-heartedness which Gohan had inherited genetically through Goku.

Trunks, however, inherited Bulma's genius by genetics, his Saiyan traits through Vegeta, and he had also developed that evil streak associated with the Prince. This, added to his ingeniusness, made him the most feared practical joker in the known Universe. And probably in the Unknown Universe also.

In short, Trunks is a little bastard.

"What do you mean, Trunks?" Goten asked, looking at his best friend.

"Well…" Trunks said with a  glimmer in his blue eyes. "You could spy on our relatives in the Gravity Room. They're up to something, I can smell it!"

"Really? You must have a really good sense of smell, 'cos all I can smell is your Mom's cooking, and it smells really good…" Goten paused as his stomach rumbled violently. Trunks gave his best friend the sort of condescending look that would made Vegeta a very proud father indeed.

"…" said Trunks.

"Why do you think they're up to something, anyway?" Goten asked.

"Well, for a start, My dad's involved," Trunks said, and Goten nodded. How could he have been so stupid? "And secondly, your dad's involved." Goten smacked himself on the forehead for being even stupider. "And thirdly, when a future-me appears outa nowhere and spends all his time with dad, something's got to be going down!" Trunks said, smacking his fist into an open hand.

"So… does that make the future Trunks… like… your Bro of something?" Goten asked.

"Uh… he me, you dummy," Trunks said, sometimes not believing Goten's stupidity.

"Oh yeah."

"Anyway. Let's go get Applor and talk about this further," Trunks said, opening a window and flying away, a blue-white aura burning around his body.

"Hey, wait for me!" Goten wailed, diving out the window after his friend and powering up before flying after him. Shortly after, Mrs Briefs poked her head round the door.

"Boys, are you hungry? I've just made some tea. And I'm sure, Oh!" She stopped, as she saw the room was empty. She tottered into the room, and looked around.

"I'm sure I just heard voices, oh well!" she said cheerfully. "I guess I was just imaging them, but the doctor said the voice sin my head would stop if I started taking those tablets…" she sat on Trunks' bed and looked confused. "Oh well, can't complain!" she said with a grin, standing up and turned towards the door again. She stopped when a breeze blew across her face and she turned, seeing the window open to the night.

"Oh dear, Trunks must have left his window open before he went out to play, I'll have to close it, then!" She trotted across and closed the window before exiting the room, shutting the door with a reassuringly solid thunk.

** * ** * **

"So you think we're ready?" Raditz said.

"Yes," Vegeta said.

"So, what you're saying is, we're ready?" Goku asked.

Vegeta whirled around. Yes, Kakkarot, we're ready!"

"We're ready?" Raditz asked, tweaking one of the machine heads of his guitar.

"For the final blasted time, yes, we are ready!" Vegeta yelled.

"Okay, okay, calm down! We were only asking!" Goku said. "So how do we go about this next step anyway?"

"Um… once again, I'm not exactly sure…"

"What we need is a gig," Tomatta offered.

"What you guys need," said a soft female voice, "is a manager."

** * ** * **

AN - right, as well as the usually plea to review (if you've reviewed before… REVIEW AGAIN!) with some constructive criticism, or just flames or just random "this is insert word here" statements, me and Shindo have come up with an idea.

Review us with a song (rock only – and this discludes Nu-metal and songs we don't like) you would like to hear Death Saiyan… uh… "sing", to use the word broadly. So broadly, in fact, the word might snap. Some songs we might re-write to make them DBZ-ish (we've already done that to several songs, and snippets of which will be used in later chapters, the full versions (with their original title and band) posted in special chapters after the story).

- Paul n Shindo