Right here is chapter 6. Sorry if you expected me to update over the weekend. I don't update over weekends because everyone else dose and I like to be different. Well, to be strictly correct, not everyone updates over weekends, a lot of people don't, and it isn't so much me being different as it is me being lazy. Any way I've probably got on a little too long here so on with the show….
The Super Saiyan Redemption
Prison cells are not pleasant places. Why would they be? If someone's committed a crime no self respecting justice system would lock you up in a five star hotel room. That wouldn't be much of a punishment. Thus they are dull, cold, dark and uncomfortable. Throw in a bit of over crowding, a bucket for a toilet (still used in some countries), unpleasant cell mate and the monotonous routine that makes up prison life and you have created a place that will suitably remind people that crime doesn't pay. In order to stay sane prisoner do all sorts of things, from writing poetry, painting, playing sport or trying to escape. Others will continue there criminal activities among the other prisoners behind bars. And other even more unpleasant individuals will try to drive there cell mates insane….
"… and that's where babies come from." Finished Vegeta hoping that that was the last question. Goten had been asking him things none stop, probably due to boredom rather then curiosity.
"Oh." Said Goten thoughtfully, "Mum always said that a stork brought them."
"Well they don't!" snapped Vegeta! There were a few moments of silence before Goten responded.
"Vegeta I don't thing ducks are strong enough to carry babies." He said.
"Well as a kid you're not supposed to think, you're supposed to do as you're told!" Vegeta replied. This was followed by more silence. For a moment Vegeta thought he might have finally shut the kid up, but it was not to be;
"Vegeta?" Goten began to ask.
"What!"
"You know that Yellow hair thingy you did…"
"You mean Super Saiyan kid," corrected Vegeta, hoping that if he answered Goten's questions quickly enough he would run out.
"Err yeah, Supper Sayon, well could I do that?" Goten asked. Vegeta laughed.
"Don't be ridiculous, you can't turn into a Super Saiyan," he said.
"Why not?" protested Goten jumping off his bunk to face Vegeta.
"Because you're just a sissy kid!" explain Vegeta rather cruelly, "you need to have gone though years of training to be skilled enough to become a Super Saiyan."
"But I can!" protested Goten.
"Oh no you can't!"
"Oh yes I can"
"Oh no you can't!"
"Oh yes I can"
"Oh no you can't!"
"Oh yes I can"
"Keep this up much longer and we're going to need two guys dressed up as a horse," said Vegeta (this might just be a British joke) "Oh no you can't!"
Goten stared at Vegeta angrily and then began to power up, as quick as a flash, the energy around him turned yellow. A moment later there was a flash of light briefly consumed him. When the kid reappeared he had yellow hair and green eyes. Vegeta looked at him as if he had just asked him whether the air on an unknown planet was breathable! He was so shocked that he even turned on his scouter to check that his senses weren't playing tricks on him.
"HOW THE H…H…. HECK DID YOU MANGE THAT!" he finally burst out when he got the scouter result.
"I did it when I was training with Mum…" Goten began to explain but the Saiyan Prince quickly cut him off.
"Then why didn't you do it when we were being attacked by the Tamaranean warriors were attacking us!" he demanded.
"Because Mum told me never to do it again." said Goten sadly, "if she knew I was doing it now I would be I big trouble. Your not going to get mad at me are you?"
Vegeta wasn't mad. He was furious!
"How could this be happening," he thought "Kakarot's kids just keep on getting stronger, it s like he's still rubbing my face in it even though he's dead!"
"Fine" he said giving in, "If you can turn into a Super Saiyan you might as well make use of it."
"You mean I can do it, but what about mum?" said Goten trying to hide his excitement.
"Well what your mum doesn't know won't hurt her," said Vegeta slyly.
"But mum seems to know everything," protested Goten, "she even new when I took the last cookie!"
"I doubt it took a master detective to work that out," said Vegeta dismissively, "any way the only other person who will know about this is me, and I won't tell her, so as long as you don't it will be fine."
"Really? Wow Vegeta, you're the coolest adult I know," said Goten eagerly, "no matter what Gohan, Krillin and Yamcha say!"
"Take that Kakarot," muttered Vegeta smugly, then something occurred to him, "Wait a second, what do they say?"
Zibon slowly poked at the food on his plate with his fork. Finally he plucked up the courage to stab the thing with it. A large amount of disgusting runny fluid came out but the thing didn't try to get up and run off the plate. Now, quite satisfied that the creature was dead Zibon stuffed as much as possible into his mouth and did his level best to swallow it before it touched his tongue. He wasn't quite successful in this particular respect but he did mange to avoid throwing up.
"Mmmm good," he lied to the Tamaranean official sitting next to him. "Really sir you must try this."
"Sorry Zibon," replied Thermos sulkily "I only eat food!"
He probably thought he had been witty, and in the days when everyone had been afraid of the Icear Empire he would had got a laugh from his hosts, nowadays though Zibon was the only one who laughed, and he had his own reasons for doing so.
"How funny Sir," he said desperately hoping that the Tamaraneans could be convinced that it was a joke. When he looked around though all their hosts where too busy eating to have noticed what ever of their guests had said. Zibon breathed a sigh of relief. Not even Thermos could mess this part up. He just hoped the negotiations went as well. He had a nasty feeling that they wouldn't!
Vegeta watched Goten lick the wooden bowl clean. He had now successfully eaten two bowls of the disgusting gloop that they had been given by the guards. Vegeta sighed, the kid was a freak.
"So what's the plan Vegeta?" asked Goten spraying gruel all over the cell, and Vegeta.
"Don't speak with you're mouthful for a start!" he snapped.
"Sorry."
"Anyway," said Vegeta brushing himself down, "The plan is this, we'll do nothing until the Iceas take us onto their spaceship."
"And then we ask them for a lift?" asked Goten trying to be clever.
"No! Even if they did give us one, which they won't, we wouldn't want a lift off those murderous scum bags anyway!" declared Vegeta angrily.
"Then how are we going to get home?" asked Goten blankly.
"Easy pickles brain, once we're on the ship we break out of the prison, kill the crew and steel the ship, its fool proof!" declared Vegeta. Goten looked pained.
"I can't do that!" he said solemnly, "Mum says people who steal things and kill people get sent to prison and that it's really nasty in there and I don't want to go…"
"…And it's a little late for that don't you think!" butted in Vegeta.
"Oh yeah," said Goten looking around at his current location. "This isn't fair" he declared suddenly, "I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"
Vegeta paused, trying to think how to best take advantage of the situation.
"No you didn't," he declared slyly, "but that's not a problem."
"Why not?" asked the confused kid.
"Well now that you've been in prison with out committing a crime your owed a crime," explained Vegeta, "so it's okay for you to commit a crime, like err… let's say steeling a spaceship!" he finished picking the example at random.
"Really?" asked Goten sounding unsure.
"Really," confirmed Vegeta, "Any lawyer would tell you that."
Goten looked like he was going to protest some more but they were interrupted by the door opening. A number of guards stood in the door way pointing spears at them.
"Follow us Saiyans!" their leader barked.
"You're the boss," declared Vegeta, obeying the order. As they moved he turned to Goten and whispered "Show time!"
The king's study was a million miles away from the prisons, not literally of course, that wouldn't have been very practical. How ever it was warm, dry and lavishly decorated with tapestries, paintings on the ceiling and ancient but beautiful furniture.
"Very nice don't you think sir." Suggested Zibon as he and thermos entered the room.
"A little bland don't you think?" said Thermos dismissively.
"I believe the word your looking for is tasteful you barbarian pratt." Muttered Zibon under his breath.
"What was that?" asked Thermos suspiciously.
"Nothing sir!" replied Zibon quickly. "Ah here's the King." He said hoping it would distract Thermos. It did.
"Right," the Icea general declared helping himself to a seat, "Let's get this thing signed so we can get off this rock!"
Zibon cringed but the King remained calm.
"Have a seat," the ruler of Tamaran offered quickly, trying to cover the fact that Thermos had helped himself. Zibon nodded his thanks and sat down next to Thermos as a courtier slid a copy of the treaty across the table.
"This is the treaty we've been negotiation over the last few months" the King declared. "All it needs now is your signature."
"Yeah you would like that wouldn't you," snapped Thermos almost giving Zibon a heart attack. "I'm not signing anything until I've read it so you better not be trying to trick us!"
With that thermos began to read the three hundred page long document. If this was meant to impress or worry the Tamaraneans clearly didn't work very well. The King and his advisor sat in respectful silence not even commenting when Thermos paused to ask;
"What dose this say?" usually followed by, "I know that you slimy clot but what dose it mean!"
Half an hour passed before Thermos got to the bottom of the first page. At this point the King intervened.
"Perhaps you would like to see the gem?" he suggested, "If we can prove it's worth that would certainly seal the deal. Right?"
"Great idea," said Zibon quickly who had been wondering if he would die of old age before he Thermos would finish.
"Very well," said Thermos, "If your "magic" gem lives up to my expectations I'll sign the treaty."
"I believe your majesty," suggested a courtier, "That we have just the thing to test it on."
"The Saiyan Prince?" the King asked hesitantly. Zibon froze.
"You have a Saiyan Prince?" he asked in a state of shock.
"Yes we captured Prince Vegeta and a young Saiyan earlier today," declared the King.
"You can't have," scoffed Thermos, "Saiyans are extinct, everyone knows that."
"Err sir," said Zibon carefully, "our sources suggest that Prince Vegeta might have been involved it the water skiing accidents."
"Really," said Thermos eagerly proving he wasn't entirely devoid of sense, "yes destroying him and avenging my uncles would really be a feather in my cap! Shame I don't have any hats that a feather really goes with."
Zibon sighed; just when you thought that he had more than sawdust between his ears he had to say a thing like that…
"Err Vegeta," said a worried sounding Goten as they followed the guards, "I don't think there leading us to a ship!"
"Of course they are you numskull," snapped Vegeta, "Where else would they be lea…" He stop suddenly as the guards reached a huge gate. As it opened the roaring sounds of cheers greeted them and Goten and Vegeta where shoved out of the dark corridors into the brilliant light out side.
Once his eyes had adjusted Vegeta realised where they were, it was a coliseum. The stands were full of cheering Tamaraneans all braying for blood. At the far side of the ring stood a fully transformed Icea, ready to fight.
"My name is Thermos," he proudly declared, "I am here to offend the deaths of my leader's!"
"Don't you mean avenge your leader's deaths?" asked Goten quizzically.
"I know what I mean!" snapped Thermos.
"Huh not much of an Icea are you," declared Vegeta, "I thought you were supposed to be named after things that made things cold!"
"Thermoses can keep things cold if they want to!" the now furious Icea declared! "For that I'm going to kill you twice as much!"
"Can he do that?" asked Goten nervously.
"Nah he couldn't even kill us once" said Vegeta dismissively, but louder enough so that Thermos could here him.
"I'll show you!" screamed Thermos charging towards them. Vegeta smiled and transformed into a Super Saiyan.
"BRING IT ON!" he shouted
Yes folks, there is going to be a fight! Well could you really have a Dragon Ball Z story with out one! Anyway it is still going to be a humour story, mainly because my attempt at writing a fight scene will probably be laughable.