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Chapter Ten: Sunday, Bloody Sunday.

The alarm went off, then another alarm went off, then three more joined in the chorus. Brolli groaned and sat up in his bed and glared at the chronometers that were sat on several surfaces of the room. Reaching out, he crushed the nearest one in his hand, then swatted the others against the walls, leaving pieces of clockwork strew about the floor as the Legendary stood up and stretched.

Idly, Brolli scratched his chest as wandered out of his room and into the main hall, where Tomatta has opened his door and was peering out of his own room.

"What the hell was that noise?" he asked.

"Alarm," Brolli mumbled.

"Oh," said Tomatta. "And uh… why aren't you wearing any pants?"

Brolli paused and looked down. His tail, coiled around his waist belt-fashion, was the only thing he was wearing.

"Not on," Brolli mumbled again. "No ask questions, Brolli asleep." Tomatta gave the Legendary a curious look, then shrugged and closed the door, returning to bed for another couple of hours sleep.

Brolli lurched into the bathroom and did whatever it was Saiyans did, before climbing into the shower. Twisting the knob right around, Brolli turned the water on and let an ice-cold spray drench his body. Unfortunately, the spray was aimed lower than Brolli had realised, and his vulnerables were given the frozen water treatment.

The scream shook the entire street and could be heard several miles away.

The door opened and Tomatta burst in, his muscles taught and ready for a fight.

"What is it?" he asked snapping his head left and right. "Is the tax man here again?"

"Gnnniggrrnd!" Brolli gasped through clenched teeth.

"What?"

"Cnnlllrd!"

"Eh?"

"C-cold!"

"Well turn the thermostat up!"
"T-Thermuh-mo-w-what?"

"Therm… the thing that makes the water hot," Tomatta said.

"O-oh," Brolli said, then turned and looked at the shower controls, his teeth chattering loudly. Shakily, Brolli turned the dial and the water heated up considerably. He let out an audible sigh and his shoulders sagged in relief.

"And for gods sake, dude. Put some trousers on!" Tomatta said and stormed back to bed.

Brolli hesitated then frowned. "I'm in the shower you gimboid!"

** * ** * **

Vegeta glared at 18, 18 glared at Bulma, Bulma glared at Vegeta, and Goku was eating.

"So why are you here so early in the morning?" Vegeta asked slowly taking a sip of tea and a bite out of his toast, in what he hoped was a threateningly polite way. 18 watched him with a slight smile on her lips.

"I have a record deal for you," she said.

"A record deal?" Goku asked, spraying bits of noodle and bean across the table.

"Yes." 18 replied, picking a piece of half-mashed up something out of her hair, and peeling a noodle off her cheek.

"So… what does that mean?" Goku asked, drinking some of the stock.

"Surely even a simpleton such as yourself would be able to work that one out, Kakkarot," Vegeta said arrogantly taking another sip of tea, slurping it loudly to annoy the others.

"Well, what does it mean then, Vegeta?" Goku asked, looked at the Saiyan Prince over the top of his bowl. Vegeta gave Goku a death glare.

"Well… it's obvious…" Vegeta started, putting his cup down. "You… uh…"

"Yes?" Goku asked, eager for the answer.

"Well, obviously, you have a deal…. With records…" said Vegeta.

"What sort of deal?" Goku asked.

"One to do with records." Vegeta replied.

"Wow, really?" said Goku.

"Yes, really!" snapped Vegeta.

"You don't have a clue, do you?" Bulma asked with a smirk.

"… No." Vegeta said eventually.

"It's where a company pays you to release an album," 18 sighed. "I have you signed up to Red Ribbon Records."

"That name sounds familiar…" Goku said with a frown.

"Who cares, Kakkarot?! A deal's a deal. Even if it is made by an overgrown washing machine."

"Hey!" 18 snapped, pushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"Heh heh heh, 'overgrown washing machine'" Goku chuckled to himself.

"What's so funny?" 18 snarled, standing up.

"'Overgrown Washing Machine'" Goku replied, and was smartly beaten over the head with a cooking pot. There was a loud clang and Goku leapt back clutching his head.

"Ow hey, what was that for?" he whined.

"I felt like it, now you lot had better go record some songs for this album of yours, whilst I'll see if I can get you any more gigs." 18 said, dropping the dented pot to the floor and walking away.

Vegeta heard the front door click, and he took another bite of toast, chewing it slowly and thoughtfully.

"This record deal…" he mused, then swallowed. "It would mean… more people would hear us?"

"Of course. You'd have an album out," said Bulma.

"And people would buy our album?" Goku asked, putting the empty bowl aside and picking up a full one.

"I guess so, you'd have to advertise and things," Bulma said thoughtfully, "but I think you guys should go and tour."

"Touring… that will take time, woman," Vegeta said, eating another slice of toast.

"Well? What did you expect? That you would become famous without any work?"

Vegeta avoided her gaze.

"You did didn't you!"

"Uh… no?"

"Vegeta, you're as bad at lying as you are at cooking."

"So?!" Vegeta said defectively. There was a long, loud wet slurping sound as Goku sucked up a long string of noodles before putting the bowl down.

"How much will we have to tour?" Goku asked.

"Enough to become noticed," Bulma replied.

"That much?!" Goku wailed. "Aw man, this is gonna put a real crimp on our training!"

"Kakkarot, is fighting all you think about?!"" Vegeta asked, then paused as he thought about what he had just said. "Did I just say that?"

"Are you sure you're alright?" Goku asked. "You've been acting funny for days now."

"I have not been acting funny!" Vegeta snapped.

"Yeah you have. Ever since you had that weird dream…" Goku started.

"What?! Has that long-haired brat been discussing my dreams with people?!" Vegeta screamed.

"Uh… no?" Goku lied.

"Goku, you're a worse liar than Vegeta." Bulma laughed.

"That's it! I'm gonna kill the little son of a bitch!" Vegeta cried, his hair flashing golden, the energy from his transformation blowing all the cutlery away.

"Vegeta! What have I told you about going Super Saiyan at the breakfast table?!" Bulma cried.

Vegeta hesitated and powered down. "Sorry."

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"Hey, Brolli! Over here!"

Brolli looked around and saw Raditz fly over to where he was.

"You get dragged into this as well, huh?" Brolli asked. Instead of the white fighting trousers and red sash, he was wearing a large pair of jeans and a deep red shirt, though the gold plates still adorned him.

"Dragged into it? Man, have you seen Cukumbri?! She's hot!" Raditz cried.

"Haven't noticed," Brolli mumbled.

"Hey, what's that behind your back?" Raditz asked, floating around to try and get a better look.

"Mumblemumblemumble," Brolli replied.

"Say what? I didn't catch a word of that," Raditz asked.

"I said I bought some flowers for Fru!" Brolli screamed.

"Woah, dude, you really are trying to make an effort, aren't you?" Raditz chuckled.

"Shut up."

"You hoping for a bit of extra food?"

"Shut up."

"How a bout a bit of pudding?"

"Shut up."

"Or maybe some… 'Desert'" Raditz said winking.

"Either you shut up…" Brolli snarled. "Or I'll hit you."

Raditz went pale. "Woah relax, I was only kidding!" Brolli snarled between clenched teeth and lowered to the ground, Raditz following not-too-close behind.

"So do you remember how to get to their apartment?" Raditz asked, following behind Brolli.

"Of course I remember. Why do you ask?" Brolli snapped.

"Well it's just uh… you're going the wrong way."

Brolli stopped suddenly, and Raditz ploughed into the other Saiyan's back.

"I knew that," Brolli said and turned around. Raditz hastily hopped aside and jogged after Brolli, who was walking with an increased pace.

"Wouldn't it be easier if we just flew?" Raditz asked, walking along behind Brolli again.

"You sound like you're eager to get there," said Brolli.

"Well, I am! C'mon! There's two great looking women, and what's more, there's food!"

"Do you always think with your stomach?" Brolli asked.

"It's not my stomach I'm thinking with, heh heh heh," Raditz chuckled.

"You're disgusting."

"And you have no sense of humour," Raditz sighed. "You have to lighten up, you know!"

"I'll lighten up when I see you bound to your mate and controlled by a fryingpan-wielding weakling."

"At least I'll be getting some nookie!" Raditz shouted back.

"Well… uh… well. Shit!" Brolli said.

"One-nil!" Raditz shouted, marking an invisible tally in the air. "You know, the day hasn't even begun, and I'm beating you already."

"Do you know why I haven't beaten your face into the ground yet?" Brolli asked casually.

Raditz raised an eyebrow. "No?"

"Neither do I," Brolli answered, looking behind him, an evil glint in his dark eyes. Raditz blanched again and fell silent.

"The humans are looking at us funny," Brolli observed.

"I guess it's because they haven't seen two heavily-built guys with tails hanging out the back of their trousers walking through the city before," Raditz said casually.

"Hmmm," Brolli said, seriously thinking about blasting the next human who gave him a funny look into the afterlife.

The pair walked along the streets in silence for a few more minutes, Raditz looking about curiously, often returning the stares shot towards them by passers-by.

"So I heard you got Chi-Chi to teach you table maners…" Raditz said eventually.

"Yeah? What of it?" Brolli snapped defencively.

"Nothingnothing!" Raditz said quickly, hopping to the side.

Earlier in the week, Brolli had turned up on Goku's doorstep with a sheepish look on his face…

"What is it?!" Chi-Chi has snapped. "I'm a very busy woman, you know!"

"I um… well…" Brolli started, placing the tips of his index fingers together. "I want you to teach me table maners."

Chi-Chi fell over.

"You want me to do what?" Chi-Chi asked, dumbfounded.

"Well, you know I'm going over to Fru's this weekend… and I uh, don't want to look like some sort of barbarian…"

"Oh I see," Chi-Chi said giving Brolli a sly wink. "You want to impress a certain lady with your elegance.

"I do?" Brolli asked, unsure what 'Elegance' meant.

"Yes, you do," Chi-Chi said firmly. Obviously, that was the end of that conversation.

Chi-Chi beckoned Raditz into the house, the Legendary ducking under the doorframe as he entered, and stood awkwardly in the kitchen area.

"Oh, hey Big Guy!" came a familiar voice, causing Brolli to flinch.

"Kakkarotto…" he muttered under his breath, and then looked up to see Goku walking into the room cheerfully. He was out of his fighting gease for a change, and was wearing a loud Hawaiian shirt over beige trousers.

"Kakkarot… what are you wearing?" Brolli asked.

"Oh, these?" Goku said, pulling at the fabric of the shirt. "It's just something I pulled out of the wardrobe."

"Evidently…" Brolli said.

"Mister Brolli, over here if you please," Chi-Chi called out, pointing to the table.

"Um… okay," Brolli said, lumbering over and looking down at the female earthling.

"Sit," Chi-Chi demanded. Brolli felt his legs buckling at the knees before his brain even knew what was going on. He pulled out a seat and quickly plonked his rear down onto it.

"Okay now, carefully tuck yourself in under the table."

Brolli did as he was commanded and tried carefully to place the chair and his legs under the table.

"Right okay good. Now, take the fork." Chi-Chi said.

"That's the one with the prongs," Goku said helpfully and pointing.

"I know what a fork is, Kakkarot," Brolli snarled.

"That's a spoon," Chi-Chi said patiently. Brolli plucked up another utensil. "Knife."

"Damnit, this is harder than it looks," Brolli said.

"So how did it go?" Raditz asked, returning the Saiyan's attention to the here-amd-now.

"How did what go?"

"The table-manners-lesson." Raditz prompted.

"It went well… after a while. It took some getting used to, but I found out the uses of over fifteen types of fork, thirteen types of spoon, and five types of knife."

"Only five types of knife?" Raditz asked.

"Yeah… it appears even humans have realized there's only so many ways to cut something up."

It's only a matter of time before they invent some sort of miniature chain-saw that they can use as a knife, though," Raditz said.

"Yeah… these Earthlings are lazy." Brolli replied.

"I'm still surprised how weak Kakkarot was when I arrived on Earth."

"Really?" Brolli asked, perking up. Finally, the subject had turned to something more interesting… the severe beating of Kakkarot.

"Yeah, according to my scouter, Kakkarot's power level was only around Three hundred and fifty."

"You're joking!" Brolli said. "My power level was almost thirty times that when I was born! How long ago was this?"

"About… twenty, I think," Raditz said.

"Twenty years ago…" Brolli mused. "Id say my Power Level, when it wasn't being controlled by my father, would have been about… six million by then. Sixty when I went into my… I dunno what to call it. I thought it was Super Saiyan, but it turns out it was a stage before Super Saiyan."

"The others call it your 'Legendary' form; but your Power Level was really that high?" Raditz asked.

Brolli nodded. "Something like that, yeah."

"Wow…" Raditz breathed, then slowly cracked a grin. "Imagine what would have happened if you had come to earth with us all those years ago."

"I would have seen Kakkarot, went Super Saiyan, and then nothing would have been able to stop me destroying this galaxy, an then any other." Brolli said simply.

Raditz stopped dead in his tracks. "I never thought of it like that."

"Not many people would," Brolli replied.

"Would have been cool to see Frieza's face though, when the Legendary Super Saiyan came tearing through his Galaxy and then tearing through him."

Brolli laughed. "Yes, It would have been interesting to meet that bastard."

** * ** * **

Meanwhile, several thousand miles generally south of where Brolli and Raditz were standing, the sun was burning down on the arid, red landscape. The heat would have been enough to kill any man foolish enough to find himself trapped in the lonely dessert. Fortunately for the two making their way across the inferno that was the Australian outback, they weren't men. They weren't even human. Nobody on the planet except for themselves knew what they were. Not many even realized that they were on the planet.

"Where are we going now, son? We've been trudging across this dreary little mud ball for over a year!"

"Oh must you always complain, father?" the other replied. "Our little quest will be over soon, and then I will have Immortality!"

"You mean we'll have a spaceship," the first speaker corrected. His voice was softer, and sounded more cultured. The other's was harsh, and sounded quite mad. Not mad as in angry or cross, but mad as in sitting in the corner, frothing at the mouth and talking to famous people long dead as demonstrated in some hospitals where one can have a pleasant conversation with Napoleon, Joan of Arc, and God in the space of half an hour.

"Yes, that's what I meant, father." The other said.

"Ooh, I know! Why don't we wish back your friends?" the first speaker asked.

The other hesitated. "Uh… friends?"

"You know, the fat pink one, and the rather handsome green one."

"Them?!"

"Yes, and the other five. The ones you spoke most highly of."

"Oh gods… you mean the…"

"Yes, that group of dancers that toured the empire."

"Father, they were elite fighters!" the psychotic one cried.

"Really?"

"Yes!"

"Ah, then they must have been covert operatives then!" the cultured one said in the manner that something had just fallen into place. "They only pretended to be dancers!"

"No, father, unfortunately they weren't. They did those stupid poses because they thought it instilled awe or something into those they fought."

"Did it?"

The other hesitated again. "… Not really, no."

"Did they know?"

"I doubt it. The only one that seemed half intelligent was the long-haired red one, but even he seemed to be several fruit short of a tree."

"Then how come they were so effective?"

"Probably because the people they were supposed to be fighting were rolling around on the floor laughing at their stupid poses."

"I suppose if we wish them back, they could entertain us for a while."

"Possibly. "

"Okay, well, you said that the Dragonballs grant three wishes, correct?"
"Yes."

"Okay, we wish your little minions back to life, then we wish them here to Earth, and then we wish for a spaceship. How's that?"

Frieza waved his tail about thoughtfully.

"Can't I have immortality, a spaceship, and an ice-cream instead?"

"No!"

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Brolli reached out his hand, and hesitantly pressed the button under the intercom.

"Hello?" came a voice.

"Hello?" Brolli asked.

"Who is it?" asked the voice.

"Um… it's me." Brolli answered.

""Me" who?" asked the voice.

"Me me."

"Who's "me"?"

"I'm me."

"But who are you?"

"I'm me!"

"Who?"

"… Just open the bloody door."
"I'm phoning the police!"

"The what?"

"One side, big-guy." Raditz said, pushing Brolli aside. Raditz leaned down so his mouth was level with the intercom

"Cukumbri, is that you babe?" Raditz asked.

"Huh? I think you have the wrong apartment, buddy!" came the reply, and the line went dead with a click. Raditz blinked and straightened up.

"Which button did you press?" he asked, scratching the back of his head, his long hair waving about the back of his knees.

"The one in the middle?" Brolli asked uncertainly.

"I see." Raditz gave the intercom panel a closer inspection. "Uh…can you read Earthling?"

"I don't even know how to read Saiyan."

"We have our own written language?!" Raditz asked, shocked.

"I dunno."

"Hmm…" Raditz mused. "I have an idea."

Brolli watched as Raditz walked around the side of the building and launched himself from the path. He weaved about, peering from window to window, looking for any sign that the females were there. Raditz paused and looked closer at one of the windows, then recoiled as a high-pitched shriek pierced the air.

"You pervert! Get away from my window!! I'm calling the cops!"
"Calm down lady!" Raditz shouted. "It's not as if I haven't seen one of you pathetic earthlings naked before !!"

"Pervert!" the woman screamed again, and Raditz flung his arms about his face as shards of glass flew around him as a result of something being thrown through the window.

Moments later, Brolli picked a dazed Raditz up off the deck, where he lay sprawled and groaning.

"What the hell did she hit me with…?" Raditz murmured, slightly concussed.

"This," Brolli said, and held up a frying pan in his other hand, complete with Raditz-forehead induced dent.

"What is it with women and frying pans on this accursed planet," Raditz snarled, finally managing to successfully stand upright without any aid from Brolli or the five little blue tweety-birds circling around his head.

There was a screech of tires, and the sound of running footsteps, and then then ominous sound of clicking weapons. Then a voice boomed out:

"Stay where you are!"

Brolli blinked and turned around. Standing behind him were two police officers, the largest of which was almost eighteen inches smaller than him. Brolli looked down at the man.

"What for?" asked the Legendary.

"Hey, isn't that that guy who destroyed the Neo Trade Centre buildings?" the smaller police officer said. The larger one took a closer look.

"Na, that guy had spikey golden hair."

"You mean like this?" Brolli said, going Super.

"Yeah, exactly like…" the police officer said, then fell silent. "Um… shit…"

The two officers of the law quickly beat a hasty retreat, leaving the smell of burnt rubber, fear, and urine hanging in the air.

"Imbeciles," Brolli muttered and turned around.

"Well you two certainly know how to make an entrance," Fru smirked.

"Uh… thanks. I try," Brolli said, scratching the back of his head.

"What happened to him?" Fru asked, nodding over to where Cukumbri was fussing over a still dazed Raditz.

"Oh, some earthling female brained him with a frying pan." Brolli said.

"I see…" Fru aid.

"Uh, I brought these for you…" Brolli said, holding up a ruined bunch of flowers.

"They're… um… green…" Fru said, un-sure on how to reciprocate.

"Sorry about the creases… Raditz kinda fell on them."

"It's alright. They're… nice. I'm sure I can do something with them. Where did you get them from?" Fru asked.

"h, they were lying on some human's grave. He wasn't using them, so I thought I could put them to a better use."
"Awww, that's so sweet," Fru said and, much to her surprise, she smiled.

"Don't mention it," Brolli.

"I guess you guys had better come in," Fru said. Cukumbri helped Raditz into the apartment block, and Brolli trailed in afterwards.

The next few hours were going to be like nothing Brolli had ever encountered before…

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AN Hey. Sorry about the delay in getting this chapter up. I've been doing other stuff, and I've been having trouble in writing. I think my muse has upped and died on me again. Ah well. I'm sure chapter 11 won't take TOO long to hit the Fanfiction shelf.

Until then, stayed tuned for some more Death Saiyan  ;0)