Disclaimer: If you think I own DBZ… you're absolutely wrong. I own DBTW… it just happens to have characters with exactly the same names and attitudes, and physical descriptions, and powers, and backgrounds… and anyway, who's gonna tell Akira Torriyama? Not I, and if you, my loyal readers and friends, want me to finish the sagas off (yes, there's gonna be MORE!… eventually) then you ain't gonna tell him either, right? Good!

Ja ne!

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Chapter Eight: The Morning After The Night Before.

Goku groaned, then because he thought his point hadn't been clarified enough, he groaned again. Then something cuddled into him with a purr. Goku hugged back instinctively, and then heard something murmur into his ear: "Woman, you sure are bigger than last night…"

"Argh!" Goku screamed, leaping to his feet, Vegeta falling on his face for the second time in twelve hours.

"Kakkarot, what in blazes are you doing in my bed?!" Vegeta growled, then blinked. "And what is my bed doing in the hall?" He gave Goku an accusing look. "Did you do this?"

"I'm not your bed," somebody growled, and a second later, Vegeta was rolling through the air as Brolli had flung him aside. The Legendary Super Saiyan sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes, then stretched and yawned. This took longer than most people would expect, as Brolli is a very large Saiyan, and therefore there is that much more of him to stretch.

Vegeta hit the floor with a disgruntled curse, and hopped to his feet.

"How dare you fling the Prince of all Saiyans like that!" Vegeta said, stiffening up and his hair rising more than usual.

"How dare you use the Legendary Super Saiyan as a mattress," Brolli replied absentmindedly, scratching his back in the process.

"Well how dare you use my face as a pillow!" came a muffled voice. Turlus sat up, the spiked crests of his hair twisted and bent out of position.

"Uh… where am I?" Raditz groaned.

"Is this my face?" came a voice.

"Yes, Nappa," Tomatta answered wearily, somewhere towards the front door.

"Well… are these my…"

"No Nappa!" the cousin of Goku and Raditz said, jumping to his feet to avoid the clutches of the disorientated general.

"Okay, just checking," the bald Saiyan said sitting up. Much to everybody's surprise, he had a day's growth of hair on his head, a small strip of fuzz that ran down it's middle. Somebody somewhere sniggered.

"What the hell happened last night?" groaned Gohan as he dislodged the sleeping figure of Mirai Trunks and pushed himself off the ground. The room started spinning violently, and he felt his stomach lurch suddenly, then he felt his body bounce gently off the nice, firm, reassuring stationary floor.

"The last thing I remember was throwing Goku in… to… a… pub…" Raditz's voice trailed off suddenly aware of the consequences.

"Oh my god…" Vegeta said. "I… I remember… hugging Brolli!"

"Argh!" Brolli yelped. "I… I hugged back!"

"What sort of monsters were we?!" Vegeta cried, backing away from the group in horror.

"Can't remember…" murmured Gohan from his spot on the floor. Off to one side, Mirai snored peacefully.

 "I… I remember…" Goku started, then blinked. "I turned into Vegeta."

"You what?" Vegeta cried. "How dare a third class baka impersonate a member of the royal bloodline!"

"I wasn't impersonating you, I was just acting like you!" Goku wailed.

"Hmph, same difference," Vegeta said, folding his arms over his chest. His eyes widened momentarily, and a smirk grew across his lips.

"Heh, heh, heh. Turlus, don't you find it strange how everybody here is paired up with somebody, except you?" Vegeta asked.

"And me," Nappa rumbled.

"Yeah, and me," Tomatta voiced.

"You two don't count," Vegeta said.

"Why not?" asked Tomatta, sounding hurt.

"Because you're both bakas."

"…right, okay. Remind me to give the Prince of all Arseholes a good shoeing later…" Tomatta rumbled, standing up and making his way to the kitchen.

"Will do," Brolli said, trailing after his roomy.

"Uh… so what's going on? And what does me being single have to do with anything?" Turlus asked, starting to look worried.

"Well, you were acting rather… effeminate last night."

"I was not!" Turlus denied.

"Was so!"

"Was not!

"Was so!"

"Was not!"

"Enough of this," Gohan groan, rubbing his pounding temples. "I feel like I've just been hit on the head."

"I didn't do it," cried a voice from the kitchen.

"We all know you didn't do it, Brolli!" Vegeta cried back loudly, causing Gohan to wince.

"Yeah, you were too bust hugging Vegeta," sniggered Goku.

"Kakkarot!" Vegeta yelled.

"Eep…"

"What is all this racket!" Bulma shouted. All the Saiyans stopped what they were doing and tried to look not-so-guilty. Except Mirai, who was still fast asleep on the floor.

"Uh… private discussion?" Vegeta hazarded.

"Not good enough, buster!" Bulma said, narrowing her eyes and giving Vegeta a glare.

"Hmph, you can't talk to the Prince of all Saiyans like that," Vegeta said, closing his eyes and tossing his nose into the air.

"Oh I can't, can I not?" Bulma said in a tone of voice that made Vegeta open one eye. "Well, in that case, you're sleeping on the couch for a month!"

"But…"

"No buts, mister!"

"But…"

"Wanna make it two months?"

Somebody somewhere sniggered.

"I know that was you, Nappa!" Vegeta snapped.

** * ** * **

Goten slumped into his seat in class with a low moan. That morning had been tougher than most: Chi-Chi was irate about Goku staying out all night, and if that hadn't been enough, she'd vented her fury by interrogating Goten and Paris.

"Hey, bro," Trunks said as his best friend slumped in the chair, his eyes dark and puffy. "Dude, you okay? It looks like you haven't slept in a week!"

"My mom…" Goten said. That's all that had to be said. Trunks knew what Chi-Chi could be like, and he often praised whichever deities that happened to be listening that he didn't have an over-bearing, over-protective and over-zealous mother like Chi-Chi. He just had, to use one of Nappa's expressions: "The super-bitch from hell."

"Hey guys, what's up?" Applor asked, dropping into a seat behind them.

"Tired," Goten mumbled.

"Oh yeah, hey, you missed out on last night!" Trunks said, suddenly remembering.

"Missed what?" Goten asked, perking up slightly.

"Well, after you teleported…"

"Instant Trance Fishing," Goten corrected.

"Yeah…" Trunks looked puzzled; he was sure that wasn't right, "whatever, after you went home, our dads came back to my place absolutely mapped."

"They were drunk?" Goten asked, his eyes suddenly snapping open.

"Yup," Trunks said.

"Yeah, I had to help get them home from that building."

"What building?" Goten asked.

"Well, I assume it had been a pub, but all that was left was a large crater in the ground and some piles of bricks." Applor mused for a second. "Kinda looked like the Lookout after Brolli was finished with it…"

"That bad?" Goten asked.

"Yeah… well, except without the strobe-lighting effects coming from the busted Time Chamber, and Brolli, and Gohan…"

"Ah," Trunks said with a grin. "Man, you're dad was off his face."

"My dad?!" Goten said, shocked.

"Hell yes," Applor replied. "He attacked Brolli."

"My dad?"

"Yeah." Trunks replied

"And then he attacked Vegeta."

"… my dad?!"

"Yes Goten!" both his friend chorused.

"Are you sure it was my dad? Big guy, orange pyjamas, black spiky hair, looks like me…"

"Yes Goten!" they chorused again.

"I just thought maybe you'd gotten him and Turlus mixed up again…"

"No Goten!"

"Gotcha."

There was a pause that lasted several seconds until:

"My dad?"

Applor hit him in the back of head so hard that Goten's forehead bounced off the desk.

"Ow, hey! What did you do that for?" Goten asked, rubbing his face and the back of his head simultaneously.

"To wake you up, dummy."

"I'm awake, I'm awake!" Goten wailed.

"Good, mister Son. Then perhaps you could explain to us this morning's topic?" a deep voice boomed from the front of the class.

Goten took a deep breath. "Shit…"

** * ** * **

"How many time's have I told you: keep out the kitchen!" Bulma screamed, Brolli's long dark hair flying out behind him as it was caught in the air currents. Tomatta carefully put down the French loaf, as though he had just been told it was a very big bomb.

"Uh… do I have to answer that?" Brolli asked, backing away.

"No!" Bulma creamed, edging forwards, matching Brolli's retreat step by step.

"I'm scared!" Brolli wailed.

"Just hang in there, buddy," Tomatta said, reassuringly. "If you just stay still, she'll get bored of you and go away."

"Hah, not on your life buster!" Bulma said, seizing the one thing Saiyans feared the most: the dreaded Frying Pan… well, except Goku and his phobia of needles, of course. But he doesn't count, because he's a third-class baka.

"Argh!" Brolli cried.

"Just hang in there," Tomatta urged.

"Keep out of this, you!" Bulma screeched, wheeling around on Tomatta, who flinched.

** * ** * **

"I can't believe they sang that at me," 18 said through gritted teeth.

"Well, it was kinda funny…" Krillin chuckled.

"You think I have balls?" 18 asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Well, you did try and take on Brolli…"

"I don't mean like that!" 18 snapped.

"Well… uh… no, I don't think you have balls," said Krillin.

"You sure?" 18 snarled.

"Positive. Maybe I… uh… should take you to the bedroom and check it out, ay?" Krillin said with a wink.

"My, my. That's the best suggestion you've had all day," purred 18.

"And it's only morning yet," Krillin said smoothly, pushing his wife upstairs.

** * ** * **

"And therefore, the triangulation of the third theta…" Mister Brown, the maths teacher, droned on. Goten suppressed a yawn and looked down at his text book. The numbers where starting to dance across his page, and soon they were doing a little mathematical polka. After rubbing his eyes, Goten looked back down at the book and frowned.

"Hi!" said the multiplication sign.

"Wha…"

"Shhh!" the sign hissed. "Do you want to get us into trouble?!"

"No…"

"Good, just try and look interested in what old boring has to say!"

"Okay…" and with that, the sign joined in the polka with the rest of the work on that page. Goten blinked a couple of times, and shut the text book.

"Uh… sir?"

"Yes, mister Son?" Brown asked.

"Uh… can I go to the bathroom?" Goten asked. The was a giggle from one of the less mature girls.

"…" Brown said.

"Thanks!" Goten cried and jumped out of his seat, sprinting down the aisle and out the classroom door. He closed the door behind him and leaned against it heavily, breathing a loud sigh of relief as he sauntered down the corridor and into the men's toilet.

"Oh man… I think this lack of sleep is making me loose it…" he gasped, turning on one of the taps and splashing himself with cold water.

"And what do we have here?" a voice behind him said. Goten ignored it. "Looks like a little kid skipping class."

"If I was skipping class, I reckon I could think of a better place to hide than in here with you lamoes." Goten said, splashing himself again.

"What did you call us?" another voice said.

"Lamoes," Goten said simply before straightening up and turning off the tap.

"I'll get you, you little spikey-haired punk!" a third voice, said.

"Oh?" Goten said, uninterested. He had to really concentrate to detect their power-levels levels, it was quite pathetic really. Goten never flinched when a fist slammed into the back of his head, he simply grinned to himself when he heard the crunch of bones and a loud yelp from the bully. Goten opened his eyes and looked into the mirror over the sink, looking at the reflections of the four standing behind them. They wore flamboyant tracksuit jackets over their school uniforms, and three of them had bleached hair. All four of them were either smoking or had a cigarette tucked behind an ear.

"Get lost, idiots," Goten said.

"That was just a lucky shot," one of the bullies, rearing back.

"Probably," Goten answered again, then yawned. A leg swung in, but as far as Goten was concerned, it may as well have been moving in slow motion. The Demi-Saiyan simply hopped over the leg and kept on walking.

"Ha, the little coward is running away!" one of the other laughed.

"I'm just bored of you. I wouldn't get a kick out of fighting a bunch of weaklings like you," replied Goten.

"Who are you calling weaklings!"

"Idiots," muttered Goten, walking off. Goten had barely walked down the corridor when somebody called on him to stop.

"What is it?" Goten asked, turning around. A girl was standing there, looking at him curiously.

"You're Paris' boyfriend, are you?" she asked.

"I… uh…I guess…" Goten guess, scratching the back of his head.

"Well, have a look at this," the girl said, flourishing the school newspaper from her bag and handing it over to Goten. The young Super Saiyan looked at the front cover and blinked.

"Uh… mind if I hold onto this?" Goten asked. "You can have it back at break."

"Sure, keep it for as long as you want," the girl answered. "I get them for free anyway, I work on the paper."

"Thanks," Goten said with a grin.

"I'd better be going, later," the girl said and turned away.

"Uh… bye," Goten said and stuffed the journal into his trouser pocket.

"Ah, Goten, you've finally turned up. That was quite a long time you spent in the bathroom, did you have… problems?" Brown asked as Goten re-entered the classroom, a general snigger coming from the rest of the class.

"Uh, not really. Just got held up, that's all," Goten said, heading back to his seat.

"Dude, what kept you?" Trunks asked.

"I got something to show you both… meet me at our table at break," Goten said. "And bring Applor, things are slowly starting to go out of control."

** * ** * **

The gang loitered about in the Gravity Chamber for a while, pacing about.

"So… it's agreed, we forget about what happened last night," Vegeta said eventually.

"Definitely," Brolli said.

"Right then, let's get down to business," the Prince of all Saiyans said, plucking his base from the floor and slinging the sling over his shoulder.

"But what about Trunks?" Goku asked, nodding towards their prone front man, draped unceremoniously over one of the amps, the only sign that he was alive being the occasional rattling snore that escaped his throat.

"I guess I'll just have to fill in for him on this one," Vegeta said.

"You kidding!" Goku said.

"No, why?" Vegeta asked, looking puzzled.

"No reason," Goku said, straightening up. "Okay Gohan, count us in."

"One, two, one two three four!" Gohan shouted.

There was a clash of guitar strings, followed by a heavy series of clashed on the cymbals as the song's intro kicked in, then both Goku and Vegeta pounded on the strings of their respective guitar and bass, as Raditz and Gohan played the underlying beat and rhythm. Thankfully, Vegeta's singing could barely be heard over the instruments, due to Raditz's tail flicking out behind him, and deftly knocking the microphone's jack from the amplifier, saving the band from the cacophonic tones that came from Vegeta's throat.

** * ** * **

Trunks and Applor ambled their way over to where Goten was sat waiting at one of the picnic tables that were scattered across the school lawns. He was flicking through the pages of the journal that that girl had handed him earlier.

"Hey, Goten, what's the big emergency?" Trunks asked.

"This," Goten said, flicking through the pages until he found the relevant leaf, and handed the journal over to Trunks and Applor.

"Oh my god!" Trunks cried out. Everybody stopped what they were doing and turned to look at Trunks.

"What is it?" Applor asked.

"T… t…" Trunks stuttered, handing the journal over to Applor.

"Argh!" Applor cried, a blast of golden energy erupting around him. This really caught everybody's attention.

"Applor. Calm down! You've gone super!" Goten exclaimed.

"I… I can't help it!" Applor said through gritted teeth.

"Hi guys!" came a familiar voice. Goten and Trunks turned around and saw a trio of girls from their maths class standing there. Applor was too busy being Super Saiyan too notice them.

"Uh, hi," Goten said.

"What wrong with your friend?" one of the girls, who Trunks vaguely remembered as being called Mari, asked.

"Uh… nothing," Goten said hurriedly.

"Anyway… what's the big commotion?" another of the trio asked.

"Uh… we were just… looking at the journal…"

"Ooh, I have a copy of that somewhere," Mari said, reaching into her bag. Trunks and Goten gave each other a nervous glance as Applor's aura started to eat away at the journal in his hands.

"Oh hey, it's that band from last night, they were so cool!" Mari's friend said, looking closer at the picture.

"I know, their lead singer was s-o-o-o hot!" Mari said, then frowned. "Hey, hang on…" Mari looked up at Goten and Trunks, then back down at the journal, then back up at the two demi-Saiyans.

"Hey… that guy playing the guitar… he looks a lot like Goten…" the third girl said.

"Yeah… he's even wearing a school uniform…" the second girl said.

"That lead singer looks a lot like Trunks too…" Mari said.

"Coincidence?" Trunks hazarded.

"Hmmm," Mari said, unconvinced.

"I'll… I'll kill them…" Applor said through gritted teeth.

"I think your friend is going ballistic," Mari's friend sad, nodding towards Applor, who was vibrating with fury.

"Na, he's always like that," Trunks lied. "It's like… something he eats, or something."

"Oh, okay," the girl to Mari's right said, giving Applor a cautious look, then squealed as what was left of the journal erupted into a blazing fireball.

"So what are you guys doing tonight?" Mari asked.

"Killing useless bakas, that's what…" Trunks muttered.

"What was that? I didn't hear." Mari's friend asked.

"Uh… I said… filing useful papers," Trunks lied again, shifting uneasily.

"Oh, okay. Want a hand?" Mari asked.

"No, the three of us should manage it fine," Trunks said, backing away. "Listen, uh, we have some things to do, so… I guess I'll see you in maths, right?"

"Sure… bye…"

Trunks grabbed Goten and Applor by the sleeves and dragged them away from the girls, trying to find somewhere quiet to plot their new scheme. Unfortunately, the rest of the school day went much the same way.

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"Listen, Kakkarot, I may not be the most powerful warrior in the universe, but I know how to sing!" Vegeta snarled.

"But… you don't!" Goku wailed. "C'mon guys, back me up here!"

"Gah, I hate to admit it, but Kakkarot does have a point…" Turlus said.

"Et tu, Turlus?" Vegeta snarled.

"Eh?"

"Forget it…" Vegeta sighed. "But, until that idiot son of mine form the future wake sup from his drunken stupor, we don't have a vocalist!"

"Can't we just… pretend he's vocaling?" Goku asked.

"No, Kakkarot, we can not just pretend!" Vegeta snarled. "What's next, imagining that we're playing a gig?"

"Why not?" Goku asked.

"The Prince Of Saiyans does not do imagining, that's why not!" Vegeta yelled.

"But…"

"Shut up!"

"It's just…"

"Shut up!"

"And…"

"Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!!" Vegeta cried.

"You see…"

The dust rose the room shook, and then the dust settled again. Goku was a pair of legs sticking out of the floor, and Vegeta was a heaving golden glowing mass of hair.

"Alright, now does anybody else have a problem here?" the prince said, turning his eye around the room. Raditz swallowed hard and shook his head, Turlus blanched, and Gohan was still too hung over to see straight. "Good, now. Iron Man, from the top!"

And so Death Saiyan tried to continue rehearsing without their front man, but for how long can they put up with Vegeta's awful vocals? Find out, in Death Saiyan!