Spiritual Misadventures
By: Agasaki Ishano
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but my ideas and myself, take them and die.
"Speech" *Thoughts * _Emphasis _
(My notes)
Chapter Two: Practicing For The Tournament
A young boy in a black jumpsuit walked down the dusty country road, singing at the top of his lungs. "ON THE ROAD AGAIN!!! OH!! I DON'T KNOW THIS SONG!! BUT I'LL SING IT ANYWAY!!! BLAH!!!BLAH BLAH BLAH!! SOMETHING THAT RYHMES WITH AGAIN!!!"
He stopped singing as he eyed an empty wheat field. He shifted his eyes back and forth a few times and then hopped out into the field of wheat. The spiked haired kid started running to about the center of the field. Once again he shifted his eyes and then let out a deafening yell, suddenly a fiery blue aura engulfed him. He let his yell die down and his aura settled down a bit, small wisps of energy swirling around the small boy. He closed his large, expressive eyes and bowed his head slightly.
The short Saiyan projected telepathically.
A voice in his head responded shortly after.
The boy nodded and his eyes snapped open, and he got into a stiff martial arts stance.
Suddenly the boy's aura turned red and his muscled bulged and began growing at an incredible rate.
Again the boy nodded, continuing to force his life energies into power for his rapidly growing frame. He stopped abruptly, feeling as though he would explode.
Vegeta shrugged his shoulders in a halfhearted agreement.
King Kai jokingly responded, Vegeta sighed.
He thrust one hand in the air with a straining look on his face. *Last time I thought of home and sad things my Bomb expanded. Perhaps emotion fuels my attacks like It does the Super Saiyan transformation, which I haven't even bothered to try. Later. * He thought to him self as he brought up memories of rejection and anger from his past life. Pictures of almost failed report cards and teachers who didn't believe he would amount to anything flowed like water to his already 100-foot ball of ki. Only then did he begin attempting to actually draw ki from other life forces. Starting with the wheat around him and the farmers standing amazed in the neighbouring fields. His reach moved out, through and past Orange Star and out into the mountain range beyond.
The young Saiyan braced himself on one knee as he realised how to shock the old Kai.
He began to focus on the 'catapult' which he soon found had more than enough ki to spare. His 110-foot ball of ki rocketed in size multiplying itself by at least 100 every second, which was a little more than Vegeta had expected, or King Kai for that matter and he expressed himself quite loudly.
Vegeta almost looked scared.
Vegeta thought as he gazed at the quickly withering plants all around him. Vegeta projected as he stopped drawing from the 'catapult', which he mentally noted to use only for extreme situations.
Vegeta waited for King Kai's answer as he shifted the 110000-foot diameter ball of pure blue ki to his other hand. Finally King Kai responded. Kai nervously joked.
Vegeta nervously nodded, knowing that if he were even off by a second, millions of innocent lives would pay. Sweat dripped from the boy's brow as he anticipated his sensei's command. After a few seconds that seemed to drag forever Kai telepathically gave the command, Vegeta thrust both hands into the air and watched as the ball slowly moved upwards, increasing speed every few seconds.
After about a minute the bomb was out of sight and Vegeta collapsed on the heat hardened ground. "That was freaken COOL!!" He yelled as he charged a small bal of ki and mocked it's massive forefather, shooting upwards at a slow speed and making jet noises as it disappeared into the stratosphere.
Vegeta then held a hand to his chin. "I wonder if anyone saw my bomb in other countries? That would be cool! I'd be famous all over the place! This ki stuff is the best!!" He said as he flattened out on the field and stretched out, letting out a small yawn. "But it does make me kind of tired." the small boy said in a sleepy voice. "Well, I had better find a place to rest for the night."
Vegeta rolled backwards, handsprung onto his feet and shot up into the air. "I wonder if it's kids stay free night at the Holiday Inn?" low whistling cut off the young Saiyan's train of thought and he noticed a glint on the horizon. "Now what the heck is that?" He said squinting to get a better look, "It seems to be going pretty fast."
The glint turned into a silvery orb as it shot past Vegeta at an almost physically impossible speed. "HOLY!!!" Vegeta turned around, just catching sight of the orb crashing straight into the spot he had been resting only moments ago. "I could have seen King Kai again if I didn't fly." he mumbled amazed at his good fortune. "But what is that thing?" The spiky haired kid floated carefully down to the Earth and walked cautiously towards the large crater the orb has made.
"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle. which I could have been if planet Vegeta wasn't so totalled." Vegeta laughed at his own joke and climbed down the steep slope towards the Saiyan space pod.
"Now who could this be? Radditz isn't due for another good twenty years and Nappa is supposed to go with me after Radditz. It couldn't be Brolly. I don't think any other Saiyans were shown. Unless of course my being here screwed everything up so bad that they sent another kid. Hopefully it's a chick, cause I personally don't want to create Trunks. Damn bastard thinks he's better than his father." Vegeta approached the pod and kicked the door in.
*No need for the subtle approach now, I already know it's one of my 'loyal followers'. * Vegeta thought as he ripped the door off the pod. *Well what do you know? It's exactly what I had hoped for! * Vegeta picked up a young female Saiyan in his arms and carried her up the slope of the crater, setting her down just outside of the hole. *She must be about my age, or maybe a bit older. Her hair isn't quite as spiky as mine though. It's kind of weird how it hangs normally at the back and spikes strangely at the front, I wonder why." He thought as the girl stirred from her hyper sleep.
"Where am I? Shouldn't I be in my pod?" She thought out loud.
"Nope. I got you out of the pod." The girl looked the young Saiyan over and her eyes went wide. Instantly she got to one knee and bowed her head.
"Prince Vegeta, it is you. I-I was sent with a message, our planet has been destroyed along with all remaining Saiyan warriors. Your aides Radditzsu and Nappa are on course for this planet although it is believed that Nappa is in Frieza's clutches." Vegeta nodded.
"You may rise." The female Saiyan did so, putting one hand on her slim waist. "I already know of our planet's destruction at the hands of Frieza. When do you think Radditz will be here? We may have use of his services."
"He should arrive in approximately three years sire." Vegeta blinked.
"Three years! Where was he?"
The other Saiyan shrugged, "I believe he was on assignment with a raiding party over in another sector." Vegeta put a hand to his chin.
"Ok, so that tells me when we will receive some backup. Now then, what is your name?" The girl looked confused.
"Sire, I am Shira. The one you are engaged to." Vegeta's eyes bugged out.
"ENGAGED!?!"
"Yes sire, your father and mine decided that our combined genes would create powerful rulers."
The young boy started to pace nervously. "Ok, so this is an arranged marriage correct?" Shira nodded, "And we would need a Saiyan minister of some sort right?" The girl shook her head.
"According to a scouting report on this planet, the marriage ceremonies are almost identical to the ones on planet Vegeta."
The black haired boy started to pace faster, his gravity training on Kai's planet showing as he moved back and forth at 40 miles per hour. "Ok, but we don't have the Saiyan vows." He said, brows furrowed, contemplating any ways to get out of a forced marriage.
"Our fathers thought we might be stranded and sent the vows along with me. Vegeta what's wrong? Only months ago you had you heart set on marring me, and now it seems like you are a whole different person." She said as she stepped in the path of the speedy Saiyan, stopping his pacing. "Answer me Vegeta! Are you dedicated to me or not!"
Vegeta looked shocked that such a young girl could have her mind made up about who she was going to marry. He looked her over, she was a beautiful young lady, but the fact that she was so young made him feel like a pervert and he averted his eyes. "I don't know Shira. I mean I am a different person in more ways than you know. give me time."
"How are you different Vegeta? I want to help you, but I can't if you won't let me." She said, trying to win him over with kindness.
Vegeta grabbed his head with his hands and ran his fingers through his hair, "Ok, I'll tell you! I am _NOT_ Vegeta. Well I am but I'm not. It's confusing." Shira smiled.
"No worries Prince Vegeta, We will have a lifetime to figure it out." Vegeta leapt backwards a few feet and waved his hands as if attempting to stop his own murder.
"NO!! You are not getting the point! I can't marry you!! I-I don't even know you!!" He stammered.
Shira blinked and smiled cutely. "Oh master Vegeta, I have already told you. You have a lifetime to get to know me and I you." The spiky haired boy rolled his eyes and caught his head in his hands.
"_Women_!" he muttered as he shook his head. "Look, we are both way to young to even think about marriage. I mean in this body I'm only like five and you can't be any more than that right?" Shira nodded.
"Five and a half sire."
Vegeta put his hands on his temples and closed his eyes as if trying to rid himself of a bad head ache. "Stop calling me sire!" Shira looked confused.
"Then what should I call my prince?" She asked, pushing back a strand of hair from her deep blue eyes.
"My name is Vegeta. You can call me that. I honestly don't care if you call me Vegetable cause that's what I used to call me on occasion." Shire snickered.
"Vegetable, that's funny." Vegeta rubbed his temples again.
"Yeah, hilarious. Now then, I can't marry you. I mean I don't love you and I would think that love would have some sort of worth on the home planet, right?" Shira nodded.
"Love is for the weak Vegeta. Your own father taught me that. Don't get attached to anything because it could die the next day, live for the moment and nothing more." The male Saiyan tapped his fingers against his cranium.
"Man, us Saiyans are dumb. I mean love used to be all that I cared about. Finding the one that I could stand to be with for the rest of my, unfortunately cut short life. I say we need to re-educate you, first; love _is_ important in a marriage arranged or not. Second; You are cute and all, but I cannot marry you for reasons I'd rather not delve into. Third; . I'll think of more later." Shira seemed to jot these notes down, wording all of them shortly after Vegeta spoke them.
Vegeta started walking in circles, trying to think of what he was attempting to do before this marriage freak popped out of the sky and would have killed him had he not moved. "Ok, right now I need sleep. I'll salvage some farms around here and build a shack. I'm going to go do that. You, I don't know. It's a free planet, do whatever." He pushed some ki towards the ground and surveyed the area for abandoned farms. He spotted a broken down farm only a short distance away and shot off in that direction leaving Shira to do what she would. *Man! That chick is freaken weird. I mean 'the one you are engaged to.' GEEZE! I wouldn't be surprised if she was following me now, she obsessed or something. It's some weird stuff Vegeta had to go through as a kid. * Vegeta thought as he stopped and scanned the horizon for his follower. He couldn't see her, but he sensed her ki signature somewhere below him. He waited a moment and homed in on it, then dropped down exactly in front of her.
"What are you doing?" He asked her with a hint of irritation in his voice.
Shira looked surprised at her prince, "Well I'm helping you, but I can fly so I ran below you." Vegeta laughed.
"So you're that dedicated?" The girl nodded. "Alright then. Grab hold of me and I'll give you a lift." She did so without question, holding tightly to his shoulders and smiling from ear to ear. Vegeta attempted to hold back a smile of his own and launched himself and his passenger into the air. Taking a slow turns to reach the destination of the broken down barn. He set down lightly and Shira lingered to let go. Vegeta smiled. "Let's grab some wood and go K?" girl adjusted her Saiyan armour and nodded.
"Ok! But can you teach me how to fly after we're done our house?" Vegeta brushed a hand through his large, spiky hair and nodded. "YEAH!! THANKS A LOT!!!" Shira jumped up and down and Vegeta couldn't help but notice that the girl was oddly already 'budding' and seemed to have been doing so for a good year.
*Ok, we Saiyans must have a lot of chicks with big hooters, cause if this is a five and a half year old, twenty year old must be Pamela huge! * Vegeta thought as he started to instinctively scratch the back of his neck.
Shira started punching down boards and tossing them into a pile before the young boy. "I feel like I'm about to be burned at the stake." He muttered as he slowly walked towards the barn and cracked his knuckles to prepare. "Um, Shira, stand back." He said as he got into a stiff fighting stance, arms and legs spread. *I'm going to have to break this building down myself, Shira just isn't fast enough. * He thought as he focused a small amount of ki to get his strength up a bit.
"HAA!!!" He screamed as he lunged at the building, tearing straight through one side and out the other with minimal effort. Vegeta landed on his feet and within a second the barn fell into pieces. "Done." He stated as he turned to face a shocked Shira.
"V-Vegeta, how did." She stared blankly at her would be fiancé.
"Kai training. One of the perks of this universe, plus the fact that we Saiyans grow stronger after recovering from near or complete death." He said, brushing some splinters out of his long hair. "Guess I wasn't fast enough." He muttered as he examined a longer splinter.
Shira just stared, "Next thing you'll be going Super Saiyan." She nervously joked, "Haven't already. have you?" Vegeta shrugged.
"Haven't bothered to try."
"WHA!!! I THOUGHT THAT WAS THE MOST INPORTANT THING IN THE UNIVERSE TO YOU!!!" She screamed in utter shock.
"Nope, not big on my priority list. But I guess I could give it a run now." Vegeta resumed his stiff fighting stance and closed his eyes. *I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this for a while, at least till Cell anyways. * He thought as he pumped ki through his body.
*I guess the whole emotions thing could do the trick, I mean Goku went SSJ a short period of time after Frieza killed Krillen, so why can't it work for me? *
Vegeta focused on his anger at being killed and put in this body and then being killed again, he focused on the broken 'catapult', and the fact that he won't be able to see his family ever again. This brought screams of rage and tears of sorrow, but more than that, it brought the desired effect. Wisps of blue ki turned yellow and shrouded him for a quick second, then his ki settled as he opened his eyes, feeling like he could take on the world he reached up and touched his hair. It felt thicker, he pushed it down to inspect it and was pleased to see that it was a golden yellow in hue. "Hey, this is pretty cool."
Vegeta smiled as he held one hand up and aimed at a barn a short distance away. "Hope it's empty." He focused a bit of ki to his hand and found that there wasn't the resistance that he had once had as a normal Saiyan. A straight beam of pure yellow energy flung forward from the young boy's hand, turning the barn he aimed at into a cloud of dust that flew away in the wind. "Crazy. This is fun." Vegeta launched himself into the air and did a flip. "WAHOOO!!"
Shira just stared at the boy. *How did he do that? It takes lot's and lot's of training to become a Super Saiyan, plus there is only one every thousand years. Well it's about the right time, but how can he just calmly go, 'I guess I could give it a run'!!! ARGH!! * Vegeta stopped flying and remembered his follower.
"Hey, I promised you a flying lesson didn't I? Let's go!!" He called out cheerily.
"You know what, forget the lesson!" Shira angrily yelled at the Super Saiyan.
Vegeta hovered down in front of her, not touching the ground so he could make an escape if she tried to beat him up. "What? Mad because I can go Super Saiyan? Good. It will help you go Super Saiyan too." He floated a bit higher and flattened out onto his stomach and hovered around.
"WHAT!! I can't just go Super Saiyan! It takes years of practice and dedication!" Vegeta started to laugh.
"Man!! That is the funniest thing ever!! I. A five year old. Just went Super Saiyan and you tell _me_ it takes years of dedication? It's called emotional ki! Look into it. I'm going to build the hut. Do you want two rooms or one?" He asked with a laugh still lingering on his lips.
Shira brightened up at the thought of sleeping in the same room as her betrothed. "Better make it one. Seems like it could get cold, so we could get a fire going and it wouldn't take as long to heat one room as it would two."
Vegeta nodded, "Good thinking." He flew down to the woodpile and speedily built the outline of a hut.
The hut consisted of four upright boards, held in place by smaller angled boards, and had planks set up to hold the upright boards in place like frames.
"We are sleeping in _that_?" Shira asked as she pointed at the skeleton of a hut Vegeta had built.
"It's not done yet, I have to plan it out first." He said as he examined the planks he had set up as roof boards.
He eyed the shelter, powered a small ki ball in one hand and got to fusing boards together to make decent sized walls of straight planks, he proceeded to create five such walls, each about 20' by 20'.
"Hey Shira, hold this one up to the outline please?" he asked the girl as he held out a wall in one hand and pointed to one of the frames.
Shira grabbed the wall, struggled with it for a minute and carefully set it up against the frame Vegeta had pointed to. "Ok, now what?" She asked, breathing a bit heavy from the exertion.
"That one there." He said, pointing to another wall and frame as he fused the first wall to it's frame.
Shira shrugged. *I guess we have to use teamwork, and he is the only one who can fuse these things together, so I guess I get the grunt work. * She heaved a wall upright and slid it against the second frame. "GOT IT!" She yelled.
"Do the next one." Came Vegeta's raspy voice from the other side of the hut.
"Ok!!" She yelled as she lifted another wall into place.
After half an hour the shack was completed, A hole had been cut in the top to release the smoke, and a door had been created all through Vegeta's ki control.
"Night Vegeta." Shira said sleepily as she rolled over on the hard ground.
"Goodnight." He said, still quite awake. *I completed one day without dieing, I'd say that's a step in the right direction. * He joked to himself. *But I still don't understand everything that's happening. Vegeta never mentioned a fiancé in DBZ, so why is there one now? And what was with that catapult!?! I mean, it was like a broken 'go to the light' and it has almost endless ki to tap into. I mean, all I need is that power source and it's like a gigantic battery, I'll just keep going and going. * Vegeta rested his head on his arm and closed his eyes. *I'll question everything in the morning. *He thought as he slowly fell to sleep.
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The next morning Vegeta was awoken by the sounds of a fight outside the shack. He rolled over quickly a noticed that Shira wasn't there. "CRAP!! Shira's out there fighting what ever it is that's out there!" He quickly transformed into a Super Saiyan and shot out of the wooden hut.
"HIYAH!!" Shira screamed as she cut a board clean in two. Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw hanging open.
"I rushed out here for this." He mumbled as he stared at the girl breaking another board.
Shira turned to the boy, "Oh. Hi Vegeta!" She cheerily greeted her companion. "Um, what are you Super Saiyan for?"
Vegeta, shook his head, the golden hair fading to black, "Um. I. was trying to see how long I could hold Super Saiyan level 1 for. you know, so I can go Super Saiyan level two." Shira looked at the boy strangely.
"Super Saiyan level two? That's only a myth Vegeta. Just because you can go Super Saiyan doesn't mean you can deify reality." She stated as she got back into a combat stance.
"Yeah, well I didn't think people could fly but." He started as he began to hover in the air. "I guess I was wrong wasn't I?" Shira turned and gave him a weird look.
"Vegeta, you are really strange. Your father could fly couldn't he?" Vegeta shrugged, "Oh right, your not really Vegeta. You must have hit your head when you landed Vegeta, cause you have really been weirding me out lately."
Vegeta shook his head. "You know what. I don't want to explain it now, but later you will understand, just about the time I figure out exactly what is going on. But for now, I'm going into town to." Shira cut him off.
"I know, you have to destroy the villagers it's your mission. Or do you remember that?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
"Actually I was going to find some food. Um, bye." Vegeta floated higher so that Shira's voice was to distant to hear. *Man, she is weird. Destroy the villagers! Grraaah!! SHIRA SMASH!!! * He mentally joked as he floated towards the town at a slow speed, taking his time and enjoying the view.
*Well, I might as well try to figure out what is going on, cause I won't have much else to do until the tournament. OK, recap. First, I was shot taking lethal damage to the cranium and getting my innards spread across a local cards and comics shop. Second, I am put on a weird broken catapult thingy that has vast amounts of energy, which I have found I can tap into. Third, I am trapped inside of Vegeta's body, not something I like but It's better than Krillen. And finally I am told that I am engaged to someone I do not know. Oh I forgot that I died. Ok, It makes no sense. * Vegeta looked down to the cityscape below him. *Well I'm here. Time to find a quick and logical method of receiving consumable goods. * He thought as he touched down just outside of Orange Star city.
Vegeta pondered for a second, *Perhaps there are underground fighting tournaments. I mean, they had them in Street Fighter why wouldn't another anime based around fighting have such a thing? * He thought as he began strolling through the city, looking for any telltale signs of fighting arenas.
After thirty minutes of such searching he came across an abandoned warehouse from which jeers and rowdy yells were emanating from. *Well, there is a good chance that _this_ is an underground arena. * The young Saiyan thought as he pushed aside some rotted planks to reveal a gathering of men and women surrounding a worn down ring.
His entrance clearly raised interest in the group, utterances of questions about what the boy thinks he's doing here and is he lost echoed throughout the crumbling building. Finally a large, muscular man approached the youth, eying his tail suspiciously.
"Excuse me laddy?" He said in a thick Scottish accent, "But do you know where you are?" The youth nodded and walked around the large man, calmly weaving through the crowd to the ring where to bleeding men stood catching their breath.
"Ladies and Gents, I have an offer." This bought the attention of all in the area. "I challenge the strongest one of you in here to a match." This got laughter.
Vegeta shook his head. "So none of them are man enough." He stated, shutting the crowd up. The large Scot from before stood up. He walked up to the young Saiyan and put a hand on his shoulder. "Look lad, I don't know what yer trying to prove, but these boys will rip ye apart." Vegeta smiled.
"Bring em'" He said, broadening his grin. The Scot shook his head.
"What ever you say lad. What ever you say." He stepped into the center of the ring and started to announce.
"ALLRIGHT BOYO'S!! THIS WEE MAN WISHES TO TAKE ON THE STRONGEST OF YE!!" Vegeta tapped the Scot's side.
"Make it two. I want a challenge." The Scot smiled.
"MAKE IT TWO OF YE!! WHO'S IN?" Hands shot in the air.
Vegeta tapped the man's side again, "Can I get some money out of this?" the Scot nodded.
"If ya win lad, you get 10,000 yen. 20,000 for the both of em." Vegeta's smile grew.
"Great."
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Vegeta squared off with two almost identical Japanese men, using the same fighting pose and style. The young Saiyan snapped into a loose stance and motioned for the pair to bring it. The two men responded eagerly lunging at the boy, hoping to end it in one swift move. Vegeta smiled and leapt over the pair, pushing their heads into a collision course underneath his legs as he passed. The two shook their heads and hopped to their feet simultaneously. Vegeta switched to the offensive and launched a flying kick at one of the pair's head, spinning as he dodged to connect with the second man's jaw. Vegeta felt the bone snap cleanly into two pieces, he watched the man drop, holding his jaw, trying not to scream. The Saiyan felt a rush of pleasure out of the fight, breaking the second man's arm with a well- placed elbow. Both men retreating from the ring in pain, leaving the boy alone with a few small puddles of their blood, *That ended to quickly. * "NEXT!" ****************
Vegeta stepped down from the beaten up old ring and twenty-four unconscious bodies thirty minutes later. He approached a large man. "That's all of em." He noted as he held out his hand. The large man shook his head and pulled out a large wad of cash, which the youth proceeded to flip through.
"You know what kid." He said in a large Scottish accent, "Me and you could go places, with your fighting style and my ability to get people to fight you and all." Vegeta nodded, his hair waving as he his moved.
"Ok, you're on, you manage and I kick ass. It's a deal Ian!" He said as he extended a hand to Ian, who shook it gratefully.
"Great!! Then can I have my money back?" Vegeta shook his head.
"No." The large Scot hung his head.
"But you're only a wee lad. What would you do with the 270,000 yen?" Vegeta pondered.
"Well, I think I might buy a house when I'm done, and houses don't come cheap around here. I'm thinking, if I keep this rate of income going for about four more days, I'll have my house." He said nodding his head slowly. "Yup, and then I'm buying a big screen T.V and a Nintendo, normal of course." Ian just stared at him.
"Yer telling me that yer gonna buy a house, a big screen T.V, and then a _normal_ Nintendo?" Vegeta nodded.
"That's about the size of it." Ian put a hand on his forehead.
"What have I got myself into?" he moaned.
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Back at the farm field Shira had begun to worry, *Where is he? I mean, getting food doesn't take that long. I could have destroyed the town in this period of time. Unless. he abandoned me. * Tears welled up in her eyes, but she shook them away. *Saiyans _don't_ cry! * She scorned herself. *I'll look for him tommorow if he isn't back. And if he did abandon me, he will be sorry. *
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*I feel kind of bad for deserting Shira, but it had to be done. She was freaking me out, destroy this, and destroy that. Man, talk about a broken record. Oh well, now I have a place in this trippy world, I am a fighter. Finally, a fun job! * He thought as he leafed through his winnings. *I've got a good bit of cash here. I wonder if the bank will believe that a five year old got this legally? * He considered as he strolled up to a local bank, still counting his money.
Suddenly two men with greasy, slicked back hair and tight leather clothing hopped out of the bushes and held two identical switchblades to Vegeta's face. "OK kid! Give us your money or face the consequences!"
Vegeta laughed, "You couldn't hurt a fly you wuss. Besides, you don't know who your messing with." He said as he grabbed the blade of one of the men and snapped it in half. "Do you care to find out, or will you be running now?"
The man whose blade had been broken looked to his companion, "Um Slick, he just broke my knife. Should we go now?"
Slick shook his head, "No way Greasy, we gotta show this kid some respect! Sides, he's only a kid."
Greasy nodded, "Yeah! Your right Slick! We can take him!" He said, throwing his broken knife down and cracking his knuckles.
Vegeta smirked, "What ever. Tell you what, If you can jump higher than me, I'll give you the money straight out." Slick and Greasy pondered this for a minute.
"He must be crazy Slick, everyone knows I won my grade two high jump championship." Greasy said.
Slick looked at Greasy strangely. "I thought you won grade three."
"Oh yeah."
"Sure kid, you're on!"
Vegeta smiled, "Good, cause I wouldn't want to kill anyone on a nice day like today."
Slick and Greasy looked at the boy for a second, then simultaneously grabbed their stomachs and began rolling on the ground with laughter. Vegeta just looked at the pair with boredom weighing heavily in his eyes. All of a sudden the pair snapped to their feet and combed their hair back. "You ready to lose kid?"
"I guess. Though it hasn't been decided who has won yet." Vegeta stated, completely stoic.
"Yeah, well you're gonna lose! So there!!" Slick yelled, putting his thumb at the tip of his nose and wiggling his fingers at Vegeta.
"Yeah!! There!!" Greasy followed, doing the same action as Slick.
"Oh God." Vegeta moaned, as he waited for the immature adults to calm down and get the show on the road.
Once again, the pair snapped to attention, combing back their thick, greasy hair. "Ok, Slick you go first." Greasy offered.
"Alright Greasy! I'll show this kid!" He said, crouching low to the ground for maximum spring in his legs.
Slick launched up like a rocket, going a total of five feet vertical before stopping and falling to the ground and landing on his feet.
"Yeah Slick!" Greasy cheered as he gave his friend a high five. "I'll go next!"
Vegeta shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat." This got stares of confusion from both thieves. "Just go." The pair nodded.
Greasy crouched to the ground. "OK kid, your going down!" he growled as he seemed to be exerting a lot of force, like he was powering up. Vegeta barely kept from laughing.
Greasy flew into the air, obviously not caring about the landing and more on the height as he went six feet vertical and fell to the ground head first, bouncing of the pavement and onto his feet, seemingly unscathed. "Must be the hair." Vegeta muttered.
"Your turn kid." The pair said looming around the young Saiyan, who responded with a shrug.
"Alright." He said, barely flexing his leg and shooting over the two thieves and in through the open doors of the bank. "I win." He stated not turning around to see the annoyed faces of Slick and Greasy.
"He got us this time, but that's cause he cheated! Next time kid, we will win. Right Greasy?" Slick said with anger in his voice.
Greasy nodded, glaring at the boy's back evilly. "That's right Slick, next time."
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End.
Author's notes: (Well, that was interesting, I made some new enemies. They are not as bad as Goku's, I mean he has the Red Ribbon army after him, I've just got two ugly thieves. Anyway, catch me next time! Ciao!)
Agasaki Ishano; agasaki@crystal-tokyo.com Web site;
By: Agasaki Ishano
Disclaimer: I do not own anything but my ideas and myself, take them and die.
"Speech" *Thoughts * _Emphasis _
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Chapter Two: Practicing For The Tournament
A young boy in a black jumpsuit walked down the dusty country road, singing at the top of his lungs. "ON THE ROAD AGAIN!!! OH!! I DON'T KNOW THIS SONG!! BUT I'LL SING IT ANYWAY!!! BLAH!!!BLAH BLAH BLAH!! SOMETHING THAT RYHMES WITH AGAIN!!!"
He stopped singing as he eyed an empty wheat field. He shifted his eyes back and forth a few times and then hopped out into the field of wheat. The spiked haired kid started running to about the center of the field. Once again he shifted his eyes and then let out a deafening yell, suddenly a fiery blue aura engulfed him. He let his yell die down and his aura settled down a bit, small wisps of energy swirling around the small boy. He closed his large, expressive eyes and bowed his head slightly.
The short Saiyan projected telepathically.
A voice in his head responded shortly after.
The boy nodded and his eyes snapped open, and he got into a stiff martial arts stance.
Suddenly the boy's aura turned red and his muscled bulged and began growing at an incredible rate.
Again the boy nodded, continuing to force his life energies into power for his rapidly growing frame. He stopped abruptly, feeling as though he would explode.
Vegeta shrugged his shoulders in a halfhearted agreement.
King Kai jokingly responded, Vegeta sighed.
He thrust one hand in the air with a straining look on his face. *Last time I thought of home and sad things my Bomb expanded. Perhaps emotion fuels my attacks like It does the Super Saiyan transformation, which I haven't even bothered to try. Later. * He thought to him self as he brought up memories of rejection and anger from his past life. Pictures of almost failed report cards and teachers who didn't believe he would amount to anything flowed like water to his already 100-foot ball of ki. Only then did he begin attempting to actually draw ki from other life forces. Starting with the wheat around him and the farmers standing amazed in the neighbouring fields. His reach moved out, through and past Orange Star and out into the mountain range beyond.
The young Saiyan braced himself on one knee as he realised how to shock the old Kai.
He began to focus on the 'catapult' which he soon found had more than enough ki to spare. His 110-foot ball of ki rocketed in size multiplying itself by at least 100 every second, which was a little more than Vegeta had expected, or King Kai for that matter and he expressed himself quite loudly.
Vegeta almost looked scared.
Vegeta thought as he gazed at the quickly withering plants all around him. Vegeta projected as he stopped drawing from the 'catapult', which he mentally noted to use only for extreme situations.
Vegeta waited for King Kai's answer as he shifted the 110000-foot diameter ball of pure blue ki to his other hand. Finally King Kai responded. Kai nervously joked.
Vegeta nervously nodded, knowing that if he were even off by a second, millions of innocent lives would pay. Sweat dripped from the boy's brow as he anticipated his sensei's command. After a few seconds that seemed to drag forever Kai telepathically gave the command, Vegeta thrust both hands into the air and watched as the ball slowly moved upwards, increasing speed every few seconds.
After about a minute the bomb was out of sight and Vegeta collapsed on the heat hardened ground. "That was freaken COOL!!" He yelled as he charged a small bal of ki and mocked it's massive forefather, shooting upwards at a slow speed and making jet noises as it disappeared into the stratosphere.
Vegeta then held a hand to his chin. "I wonder if anyone saw my bomb in other countries? That would be cool! I'd be famous all over the place! This ki stuff is the best!!" He said as he flattened out on the field and stretched out, letting out a small yawn. "But it does make me kind of tired." the small boy said in a sleepy voice. "Well, I had better find a place to rest for the night."
Vegeta rolled backwards, handsprung onto his feet and shot up into the air. "I wonder if it's kids stay free night at the Holiday Inn?" low whistling cut off the young Saiyan's train of thought and he noticed a glint on the horizon. "Now what the heck is that?" He said squinting to get a better look, "It seems to be going pretty fast."
The glint turned into a silvery orb as it shot past Vegeta at an almost physically impossible speed. "HOLY!!!" Vegeta turned around, just catching sight of the orb crashing straight into the spot he had been resting only moments ago. "I could have seen King Kai again if I didn't fly." he mumbled amazed at his good fortune. "But what is that thing?" The spiky haired kid floated carefully down to the Earth and walked cautiously towards the large crater the orb has made.
"Well I'll be a monkey's uncle. which I could have been if planet Vegeta wasn't so totalled." Vegeta laughed at his own joke and climbed down the steep slope towards the Saiyan space pod.
"Now who could this be? Radditz isn't due for another good twenty years and Nappa is supposed to go with me after Radditz. It couldn't be Brolly. I don't think any other Saiyans were shown. Unless of course my being here screwed everything up so bad that they sent another kid. Hopefully it's a chick, cause I personally don't want to create Trunks. Damn bastard thinks he's better than his father." Vegeta approached the pod and kicked the door in.
*No need for the subtle approach now, I already know it's one of my 'loyal followers'. * Vegeta thought as he ripped the door off the pod. *Well what do you know? It's exactly what I had hoped for! * Vegeta picked up a young female Saiyan in his arms and carried her up the slope of the crater, setting her down just outside of the hole. *She must be about my age, or maybe a bit older. Her hair isn't quite as spiky as mine though. It's kind of weird how it hangs normally at the back and spikes strangely at the front, I wonder why." He thought as the girl stirred from her hyper sleep.
"Where am I? Shouldn't I be in my pod?" She thought out loud.
"Nope. I got you out of the pod." The girl looked the young Saiyan over and her eyes went wide. Instantly she got to one knee and bowed her head.
"Prince Vegeta, it is you. I-I was sent with a message, our planet has been destroyed along with all remaining Saiyan warriors. Your aides Radditzsu and Nappa are on course for this planet although it is believed that Nappa is in Frieza's clutches." Vegeta nodded.
"You may rise." The female Saiyan did so, putting one hand on her slim waist. "I already know of our planet's destruction at the hands of Frieza. When do you think Radditz will be here? We may have use of his services."
"He should arrive in approximately three years sire." Vegeta blinked.
"Three years! Where was he?"
The other Saiyan shrugged, "I believe he was on assignment with a raiding party over in another sector." Vegeta put a hand to his chin.
"Ok, so that tells me when we will receive some backup. Now then, what is your name?" The girl looked confused.
"Sire, I am Shira. The one you are engaged to." Vegeta's eyes bugged out.
"ENGAGED!?!"
"Yes sire, your father and mine decided that our combined genes would create powerful rulers."
The young boy started to pace nervously. "Ok, so this is an arranged marriage correct?" Shira nodded, "And we would need a Saiyan minister of some sort right?" The girl shook her head.
"According to a scouting report on this planet, the marriage ceremonies are almost identical to the ones on planet Vegeta."
The black haired boy started to pace faster, his gravity training on Kai's planet showing as he moved back and forth at 40 miles per hour. "Ok, but we don't have the Saiyan vows." He said, brows furrowed, contemplating any ways to get out of a forced marriage.
"Our fathers thought we might be stranded and sent the vows along with me. Vegeta what's wrong? Only months ago you had you heart set on marring me, and now it seems like you are a whole different person." She said as she stepped in the path of the speedy Saiyan, stopping his pacing. "Answer me Vegeta! Are you dedicated to me or not!"
Vegeta looked shocked that such a young girl could have her mind made up about who she was going to marry. He looked her over, she was a beautiful young lady, but the fact that she was so young made him feel like a pervert and he averted his eyes. "I don't know Shira. I mean I am a different person in more ways than you know. give me time."
"How are you different Vegeta? I want to help you, but I can't if you won't let me." She said, trying to win him over with kindness.
Vegeta grabbed his head with his hands and ran his fingers through his hair, "Ok, I'll tell you! I am _NOT_ Vegeta. Well I am but I'm not. It's confusing." Shira smiled.
"No worries Prince Vegeta, We will have a lifetime to figure it out." Vegeta leapt backwards a few feet and waved his hands as if attempting to stop his own murder.
"NO!! You are not getting the point! I can't marry you!! I-I don't even know you!!" He stammered.
Shira blinked and smiled cutely. "Oh master Vegeta, I have already told you. You have a lifetime to get to know me and I you." The spiky haired boy rolled his eyes and caught his head in his hands.
"_Women_!" he muttered as he shook his head. "Look, we are both way to young to even think about marriage. I mean in this body I'm only like five and you can't be any more than that right?" Shira nodded.
"Five and a half sire."
Vegeta put his hands on his temples and closed his eyes as if trying to rid himself of a bad head ache. "Stop calling me sire!" Shira looked confused.
"Then what should I call my prince?" She asked, pushing back a strand of hair from her deep blue eyes.
"My name is Vegeta. You can call me that. I honestly don't care if you call me Vegetable cause that's what I used to call me on occasion." Shire snickered.
"Vegetable, that's funny." Vegeta rubbed his temples again.
"Yeah, hilarious. Now then, I can't marry you. I mean I don't love you and I would think that love would have some sort of worth on the home planet, right?" Shira nodded.
"Love is for the weak Vegeta. Your own father taught me that. Don't get attached to anything because it could die the next day, live for the moment and nothing more." The male Saiyan tapped his fingers against his cranium.
"Man, us Saiyans are dumb. I mean love used to be all that I cared about. Finding the one that I could stand to be with for the rest of my, unfortunately cut short life. I say we need to re-educate you, first; love _is_ important in a marriage arranged or not. Second; You are cute and all, but I cannot marry you for reasons I'd rather not delve into. Third; . I'll think of more later." Shira seemed to jot these notes down, wording all of them shortly after Vegeta spoke them.
Vegeta started walking in circles, trying to think of what he was attempting to do before this marriage freak popped out of the sky and would have killed him had he not moved. "Ok, right now I need sleep. I'll salvage some farms around here and build a shack. I'm going to go do that. You, I don't know. It's a free planet, do whatever." He pushed some ki towards the ground and surveyed the area for abandoned farms. He spotted a broken down farm only a short distance away and shot off in that direction leaving Shira to do what she would. *Man! That chick is freaken weird. I mean 'the one you are engaged to.' GEEZE! I wouldn't be surprised if she was following me now, she obsessed or something. It's some weird stuff Vegeta had to go through as a kid. * Vegeta thought as he stopped and scanned the horizon for his follower. He couldn't see her, but he sensed her ki signature somewhere below him. He waited a moment and homed in on it, then dropped down exactly in front of her.
"What are you doing?" He asked her with a hint of irritation in his voice.
Shira looked surprised at her prince, "Well I'm helping you, but I can fly so I ran below you." Vegeta laughed.
"So you're that dedicated?" The girl nodded. "Alright then. Grab hold of me and I'll give you a lift." She did so without question, holding tightly to his shoulders and smiling from ear to ear. Vegeta attempted to hold back a smile of his own and launched himself and his passenger into the air. Taking a slow turns to reach the destination of the broken down barn. He set down lightly and Shira lingered to let go. Vegeta smiled. "Let's grab some wood and go K?" girl adjusted her Saiyan armour and nodded.
"Ok! But can you teach me how to fly after we're done our house?" Vegeta brushed a hand through his large, spiky hair and nodded. "YEAH!! THANKS A LOT!!!" Shira jumped up and down and Vegeta couldn't help but notice that the girl was oddly already 'budding' and seemed to have been doing so for a good year.
*Ok, we Saiyans must have a lot of chicks with big hooters, cause if this is a five and a half year old, twenty year old must be Pamela huge! * Vegeta thought as he started to instinctively scratch the back of his neck.
Shira started punching down boards and tossing them into a pile before the young boy. "I feel like I'm about to be burned at the stake." He muttered as he slowly walked towards the barn and cracked his knuckles to prepare. "Um, Shira, stand back." He said as he got into a stiff fighting stance, arms and legs spread. *I'm going to have to break this building down myself, Shira just isn't fast enough. * He thought as he focused a small amount of ki to get his strength up a bit.
"HAA!!!" He screamed as he lunged at the building, tearing straight through one side and out the other with minimal effort. Vegeta landed on his feet and within a second the barn fell into pieces. "Done." He stated as he turned to face a shocked Shira.
"V-Vegeta, how did." She stared blankly at her would be fiancé.
"Kai training. One of the perks of this universe, plus the fact that we Saiyans grow stronger after recovering from near or complete death." He said, brushing some splinters out of his long hair. "Guess I wasn't fast enough." He muttered as he examined a longer splinter.
Shira just stared, "Next thing you'll be going Super Saiyan." She nervously joked, "Haven't already. have you?" Vegeta shrugged.
"Haven't bothered to try."
"WHA!!! I THOUGHT THAT WAS THE MOST INPORTANT THING IN THE UNIVERSE TO YOU!!!" She screamed in utter shock.
"Nope, not big on my priority list. But I guess I could give it a run now." Vegeta resumed his stiff fighting stance and closed his eyes. *I was hoping I wouldn't have to do this for a while, at least till Cell anyways. * He thought as he pumped ki through his body.
*I guess the whole emotions thing could do the trick, I mean Goku went SSJ a short period of time after Frieza killed Krillen, so why can't it work for me? *
Vegeta focused on his anger at being killed and put in this body and then being killed again, he focused on the broken 'catapult', and the fact that he won't be able to see his family ever again. This brought screams of rage and tears of sorrow, but more than that, it brought the desired effect. Wisps of blue ki turned yellow and shrouded him for a quick second, then his ki settled as he opened his eyes, feeling like he could take on the world he reached up and touched his hair. It felt thicker, he pushed it down to inspect it and was pleased to see that it was a golden yellow in hue. "Hey, this is pretty cool."
Vegeta smiled as he held one hand up and aimed at a barn a short distance away. "Hope it's empty." He focused a bit of ki to his hand and found that there wasn't the resistance that he had once had as a normal Saiyan. A straight beam of pure yellow energy flung forward from the young boy's hand, turning the barn he aimed at into a cloud of dust that flew away in the wind. "Crazy. This is fun." Vegeta launched himself into the air and did a flip. "WAHOOO!!"
Shira just stared at the boy. *How did he do that? It takes lot's and lot's of training to become a Super Saiyan, plus there is only one every thousand years. Well it's about the right time, but how can he just calmly go, 'I guess I could give it a run'!!! ARGH!! * Vegeta stopped flying and remembered his follower.
"Hey, I promised you a flying lesson didn't I? Let's go!!" He called out cheerily.
"You know what, forget the lesson!" Shira angrily yelled at the Super Saiyan.
Vegeta hovered down in front of her, not touching the ground so he could make an escape if she tried to beat him up. "What? Mad because I can go Super Saiyan? Good. It will help you go Super Saiyan too." He floated a bit higher and flattened out onto his stomach and hovered around.
"WHAT!! I can't just go Super Saiyan! It takes years of practice and dedication!" Vegeta started to laugh.
"Man!! That is the funniest thing ever!! I. A five year old. Just went Super Saiyan and you tell _me_ it takes years of dedication? It's called emotional ki! Look into it. I'm going to build the hut. Do you want two rooms or one?" He asked with a laugh still lingering on his lips.
Shira brightened up at the thought of sleeping in the same room as her betrothed. "Better make it one. Seems like it could get cold, so we could get a fire going and it wouldn't take as long to heat one room as it would two."
Vegeta nodded, "Good thinking." He flew down to the woodpile and speedily built the outline of a hut.
The hut consisted of four upright boards, held in place by smaller angled boards, and had planks set up to hold the upright boards in place like frames.
"We are sleeping in _that_?" Shira asked as she pointed at the skeleton of a hut Vegeta had built.
"It's not done yet, I have to plan it out first." He said as he examined the planks he had set up as roof boards.
He eyed the shelter, powered a small ki ball in one hand and got to fusing boards together to make decent sized walls of straight planks, he proceeded to create five such walls, each about 20' by 20'.
"Hey Shira, hold this one up to the outline please?" he asked the girl as he held out a wall in one hand and pointed to one of the frames.
Shira grabbed the wall, struggled with it for a minute and carefully set it up against the frame Vegeta had pointed to. "Ok, now what?" She asked, breathing a bit heavy from the exertion.
"That one there." He said, pointing to another wall and frame as he fused the first wall to it's frame.
Shira shrugged. *I guess we have to use teamwork, and he is the only one who can fuse these things together, so I guess I get the grunt work. * She heaved a wall upright and slid it against the second frame. "GOT IT!" She yelled.
"Do the next one." Came Vegeta's raspy voice from the other side of the hut.
"Ok!!" She yelled as she lifted another wall into place.
After half an hour the shack was completed, A hole had been cut in the top to release the smoke, and a door had been created all through Vegeta's ki control.
"Night Vegeta." Shira said sleepily as she rolled over on the hard ground.
"Goodnight." He said, still quite awake. *I completed one day without dieing, I'd say that's a step in the right direction. * He joked to himself. *But I still don't understand everything that's happening. Vegeta never mentioned a fiancé in DBZ, so why is there one now? And what was with that catapult!?! I mean, it was like a broken 'go to the light' and it has almost endless ki to tap into. I mean, all I need is that power source and it's like a gigantic battery, I'll just keep going and going. * Vegeta rested his head on his arm and closed his eyes. *I'll question everything in the morning. *He thought as he slowly fell to sleep.
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The next morning Vegeta was awoken by the sounds of a fight outside the shack. He rolled over quickly a noticed that Shira wasn't there. "CRAP!! Shira's out there fighting what ever it is that's out there!" He quickly transformed into a Super Saiyan and shot out of the wooden hut.
"HIYAH!!" Shira screamed as she cut a board clean in two. Vegeta stopped dead in his tracks, his jaw hanging open.
"I rushed out here for this." He mumbled as he stared at the girl breaking another board.
Shira turned to the boy, "Oh. Hi Vegeta!" She cheerily greeted her companion. "Um, what are you Super Saiyan for?"
Vegeta, shook his head, the golden hair fading to black, "Um. I. was trying to see how long I could hold Super Saiyan level 1 for. you know, so I can go Super Saiyan level two." Shira looked at the boy strangely.
"Super Saiyan level two? That's only a myth Vegeta. Just because you can go Super Saiyan doesn't mean you can deify reality." She stated as she got back into a combat stance.
"Yeah, well I didn't think people could fly but." He started as he began to hover in the air. "I guess I was wrong wasn't I?" Shira turned and gave him a weird look.
"Vegeta, you are really strange. Your father could fly couldn't he?" Vegeta shrugged, "Oh right, your not really Vegeta. You must have hit your head when you landed Vegeta, cause you have really been weirding me out lately."
Vegeta shook his head. "You know what. I don't want to explain it now, but later you will understand, just about the time I figure out exactly what is going on. But for now, I'm going into town to." Shira cut him off.
"I know, you have to destroy the villagers it's your mission. Or do you remember that?" Vegeta raised an eyebrow.
"Actually I was going to find some food. Um, bye." Vegeta floated higher so that Shira's voice was to distant to hear. *Man, she is weird. Destroy the villagers! Grraaah!! SHIRA SMASH!!! * He mentally joked as he floated towards the town at a slow speed, taking his time and enjoying the view.
*Well, I might as well try to figure out what is going on, cause I won't have much else to do until the tournament. OK, recap. First, I was shot taking lethal damage to the cranium and getting my innards spread across a local cards and comics shop. Second, I am put on a weird broken catapult thingy that has vast amounts of energy, which I have found I can tap into. Third, I am trapped inside of Vegeta's body, not something I like but It's better than Krillen. And finally I am told that I am engaged to someone I do not know. Oh I forgot that I died. Ok, It makes no sense. * Vegeta looked down to the cityscape below him. *Well I'm here. Time to find a quick and logical method of receiving consumable goods. * He thought as he touched down just outside of Orange Star city.
Vegeta pondered for a second, *Perhaps there are underground fighting tournaments. I mean, they had them in Street Fighter why wouldn't another anime based around fighting have such a thing? * He thought as he began strolling through the city, looking for any telltale signs of fighting arenas.
After thirty minutes of such searching he came across an abandoned warehouse from which jeers and rowdy yells were emanating from. *Well, there is a good chance that _this_ is an underground arena. * The young Saiyan thought as he pushed aside some rotted planks to reveal a gathering of men and women surrounding a worn down ring.
His entrance clearly raised interest in the group, utterances of questions about what the boy thinks he's doing here and is he lost echoed throughout the crumbling building. Finally a large, muscular man approached the youth, eying his tail suspiciously.
"Excuse me laddy?" He said in a thick Scottish accent, "But do you know where you are?" The youth nodded and walked around the large man, calmly weaving through the crowd to the ring where to bleeding men stood catching their breath.
"Ladies and Gents, I have an offer." This bought the attention of all in the area. "I challenge the strongest one of you in here to a match." This got laughter.
Vegeta shook his head. "So none of them are man enough." He stated, shutting the crowd up. The large Scot from before stood up. He walked up to the young Saiyan and put a hand on his shoulder. "Look lad, I don't know what yer trying to prove, but these boys will rip ye apart." Vegeta smiled.
"Bring em'" He said, broadening his grin. The Scot shook his head.
"What ever you say lad. What ever you say." He stepped into the center of the ring and started to announce.
"ALLRIGHT BOYO'S!! THIS WEE MAN WISHES TO TAKE ON THE STRONGEST OF YE!!" Vegeta tapped the Scot's side.
"Make it two. I want a challenge." The Scot smiled.
"MAKE IT TWO OF YE!! WHO'S IN?" Hands shot in the air.
Vegeta tapped the man's side again, "Can I get some money out of this?" the Scot nodded.
"If ya win lad, you get 10,000 yen. 20,000 for the both of em." Vegeta's smile grew.
"Great."
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Vegeta squared off with two almost identical Japanese men, using the same fighting pose and style. The young Saiyan snapped into a loose stance and motioned for the pair to bring it. The two men responded eagerly lunging at the boy, hoping to end it in one swift move. Vegeta smiled and leapt over the pair, pushing their heads into a collision course underneath his legs as he passed. The two shook their heads and hopped to their feet simultaneously. Vegeta switched to the offensive and launched a flying kick at one of the pair's head, spinning as he dodged to connect with the second man's jaw. Vegeta felt the bone snap cleanly into two pieces, he watched the man drop, holding his jaw, trying not to scream. The Saiyan felt a rush of pleasure out of the fight, breaking the second man's arm with a well- placed elbow. Both men retreating from the ring in pain, leaving the boy alone with a few small puddles of their blood, *That ended to quickly. * "NEXT!" ****************
Vegeta stepped down from the beaten up old ring and twenty-four unconscious bodies thirty minutes later. He approached a large man. "That's all of em." He noted as he held out his hand. The large man shook his head and pulled out a large wad of cash, which the youth proceeded to flip through.
"You know what kid." He said in a large Scottish accent, "Me and you could go places, with your fighting style and my ability to get people to fight you and all." Vegeta nodded, his hair waving as he his moved.
"Ok, you're on, you manage and I kick ass. It's a deal Ian!" He said as he extended a hand to Ian, who shook it gratefully.
"Great!! Then can I have my money back?" Vegeta shook his head.
"No." The large Scot hung his head.
"But you're only a wee lad. What would you do with the 270,000 yen?" Vegeta pondered.
"Well, I think I might buy a house when I'm done, and houses don't come cheap around here. I'm thinking, if I keep this rate of income going for about four more days, I'll have my house." He said nodding his head slowly. "Yup, and then I'm buying a big screen T.V and a Nintendo, normal of course." Ian just stared at him.
"Yer telling me that yer gonna buy a house, a big screen T.V, and then a _normal_ Nintendo?" Vegeta nodded.
"That's about the size of it." Ian put a hand on his forehead.
"What have I got myself into?" he moaned.
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Back at the farm field Shira had begun to worry, *Where is he? I mean, getting food doesn't take that long. I could have destroyed the town in this period of time. Unless. he abandoned me. * Tears welled up in her eyes, but she shook them away. *Saiyans _don't_ cry! * She scorned herself. *I'll look for him tommorow if he isn't back. And if he did abandon me, he will be sorry. *
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*I feel kind of bad for deserting Shira, but it had to be done. She was freaking me out, destroy this, and destroy that. Man, talk about a broken record. Oh well, now I have a place in this trippy world, I am a fighter. Finally, a fun job! * He thought as he leafed through his winnings. *I've got a good bit of cash here. I wonder if the bank will believe that a five year old got this legally? * He considered as he strolled up to a local bank, still counting his money.
Suddenly two men with greasy, slicked back hair and tight leather clothing hopped out of the bushes and held two identical switchblades to Vegeta's face. "OK kid! Give us your money or face the consequences!"
Vegeta laughed, "You couldn't hurt a fly you wuss. Besides, you don't know who your messing with." He said as he grabbed the blade of one of the men and snapped it in half. "Do you care to find out, or will you be running now?"
The man whose blade had been broken looked to his companion, "Um Slick, he just broke my knife. Should we go now?"
Slick shook his head, "No way Greasy, we gotta show this kid some respect! Sides, he's only a kid."
Greasy nodded, "Yeah! Your right Slick! We can take him!" He said, throwing his broken knife down and cracking his knuckles.
Vegeta smirked, "What ever. Tell you what, If you can jump higher than me, I'll give you the money straight out." Slick and Greasy pondered this for a minute.
"He must be crazy Slick, everyone knows I won my grade two high jump championship." Greasy said.
Slick looked at Greasy strangely. "I thought you won grade three."
"Oh yeah."
"Sure kid, you're on!"
Vegeta smiled, "Good, cause I wouldn't want to kill anyone on a nice day like today."
Slick and Greasy looked at the boy for a second, then simultaneously grabbed their stomachs and began rolling on the ground with laughter. Vegeta just looked at the pair with boredom weighing heavily in his eyes. All of a sudden the pair snapped to their feet and combed their hair back. "You ready to lose kid?"
"I guess. Though it hasn't been decided who has won yet." Vegeta stated, completely stoic.
"Yeah, well you're gonna lose! So there!!" Slick yelled, putting his thumb at the tip of his nose and wiggling his fingers at Vegeta.
"Yeah!! There!!" Greasy followed, doing the same action as Slick.
"Oh God." Vegeta moaned, as he waited for the immature adults to calm down and get the show on the road.
Once again, the pair snapped to attention, combing back their thick, greasy hair. "Ok, Slick you go first." Greasy offered.
"Alright Greasy! I'll show this kid!" He said, crouching low to the ground for maximum spring in his legs.
Slick launched up like a rocket, going a total of five feet vertical before stopping and falling to the ground and landing on his feet.
"Yeah Slick!" Greasy cheered as he gave his friend a high five. "I'll go next!"
Vegeta shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat." This got stares of confusion from both thieves. "Just go." The pair nodded.
Greasy crouched to the ground. "OK kid, your going down!" he growled as he seemed to be exerting a lot of force, like he was powering up. Vegeta barely kept from laughing.
Greasy flew into the air, obviously not caring about the landing and more on the height as he went six feet vertical and fell to the ground head first, bouncing of the pavement and onto his feet, seemingly unscathed. "Must be the hair." Vegeta muttered.
"Your turn kid." The pair said looming around the young Saiyan, who responded with a shrug.
"Alright." He said, barely flexing his leg and shooting over the two thieves and in through the open doors of the bank. "I win." He stated not turning around to see the annoyed faces of Slick and Greasy.
"He got us this time, but that's cause he cheated! Next time kid, we will win. Right Greasy?" Slick said with anger in his voice.
Greasy nodded, glaring at the boy's back evilly. "That's right Slick, next time."
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End.
Author's notes: (Well, that was interesting, I made some new enemies. They are not as bad as Goku's, I mean he has the Red Ribbon army after him, I've just got two ugly thieves. Anyway, catch me next time! Ciao!)
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