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 Four: Meeting
(For everyone's sake I'm not going to write about the Scottish tournament.. It would be too uneventful.)
Vegeta smiled as he toured the small apartment he recently purchased. It isn't a house, but it's home for now. He thought as he sat down on the plush carpeting that covered every inch of his new home. All it needs is furniture.. And a normal Nintendo... all right.
He grinned and stood up. "Today is going to be good." He said as he walked out the door way of apartment 15-A. He turned left and froze.
"Vegeta. There you are. I've been looking for you." said a familiar voice from behind him. "You know... you really should learn to mask your ki. It would make you harder to find."
Vegeta's face became deathly pale and he slowly turned around to face his fiance. "Hi Shira... um.... lovely weather we're having... HEY LOOK OVER THERE!!!" He yelled as he pointed to the ceiling.
Shira didn't break her glare. "That's not going to work Vegeta." She said coldly. "Now tell me why you left me."
Vegeta thought back to the events prior to him abandoning his fiance. "Umm.... to get... food?" He offered weakly.
"That is what you claimed..." Shira said, not breaking her icy tone. "But I don't have any food back at my shelter. And you've been gone a good long time... seems you even found a new home."
Vegeta nodded. "Why yes... yes I did... and a pretty nice home too... better than the shack anyway."
"Well good. I was getting tired of sleeping on the ground anyway. And my armor could use some cleaning. I'm glad you thought to buy us a new place. Though a bit small, it is suiting of a future queen." Shira then walked inside. "Nice carpet. Very soft. Good choice."
"Thanks... ummm... I need to go get some food.. And some furniture... so it's umm.. Fitting of you." Vegeta said hesitantly.
"You know what. I think I'll come with you." said Shira with a grin that let Vegeta know that she had won this round.
"Yeah... good idea."
Vegeta grimaced as he paid the movers after they had brought everything into his apartment. He grimaced as they left. I have seen hell, and it is shopping with a future royal Saiyan. I cannot believe she took seven fucking hours to choose a dinning room set. He mentally complained as he strolled around the boxes of tables and chairs he had used the rest of his money on. And everything had to match! "'Vegeta! Can you go back and check the drapes at home, I don't think they match this colour of wood stain.'" He muttered under his breath. "'Vegeta! Do you think that this would look good in our living room?'" He said, a bit louder, and in a voice that clearly mocked Shira. "'Vegeta! After this can I buy some new clothes!!'" He said at normal speaking volume and in a voice that was a direct mockery of Shira.
"Vegeta." Shira said from behind him. "Is there something you want to talk about? Or are you just griping about losing all that money?"
"Mostly griping about the money." He responded in a dry tone. How does she keep sneaking up on me... hmm... I shall ponder this as I drink my third cup of Chubba Chunkies. He thought as he made his way to the kitchen to fix himself a cup of the soup.
"Vegeta, darling. If you are making something to eat I could use something too." Shira called out from one of the four other rooms in the apartment.
Vegeta groaned. "OK!!" He called back and mixed in the additional water and soup mix. "What a slu." He muttered as he stirred his slowly simmering soup. Now.. To the topic at hand. The sneakiness of Shira.... hmm... Shira equals not very powerful female Saiyan. Add incedible sneakiness and spender of my moneys. The sum of this is.... Shira.. And what was I talking about.. "Hey! My soup's done!" Vegeta chirped (Well... as well as the raspy voiced Saiyan can chirp) in delight. "SHIRA!! SOUPS ON!!!"
"SOUPS ON WHAT!?!" Shira called back in confusion.
".....yeah.... SORRY EARTH EXPRESSION!!!" Vegeta bellowed as Shira walked into the room.
"Not so loud. So umm.. What does 'soups on' mean?"
"The soup is ready." Vegeta said as he ladled out a bowl for himself and Shira. "It's just one of those expressions I knew in my past life."
Shira nodded and gave Vegeta a weird look. "Are you sure you didn't hit your head in the landing?"
"Yup."
"Can we go to a doctor tomorrow to check?"
"Nope... eat your soup... It's good."
"Ok. But I do want you to see a doctor." Shira said, seeming moderately concerned.
"Ok... sure thing." Vegeta said between spoonfuls of the liquid meal.
"I'm being serious. Although this species is way behind in medical treatments, they may be able to help you recover your old identity." Shira said with a worried look on her face.
"Stolen Identity!" Vegeta yelled out in the best Arnold Shwartzenegger (How the hell do you spell that?) voice he could do with his harsh voice.
Shira just stared.
The next morning Vegeta pushed Shira off him lightly. Woman keeps slipping into my bed at night... I'll have to talk to her about that. He mentally noted as he slipped on his pants and a loose tank top. He groggily made his way to the kitchen, his eyes still crusty from his sleep. "Foooooooood." He moaned as he opened his fridge and scanned it's contents. Spying the milk he grabbed it and made his way to the cupboard and took out a box of Super Happy O's and a bowl. Snagging a spoon on the way to the table (another of Shira's expensive purchases). He set the bowl, box, milk and sppon on the solid oak surface and pulled up a high backed chair of the same material. Just as he poured the cereal he heard a knock at the door. Grumbling loudly he stomped over to the door and levitated till he could see through the view hole.
On the other side of the door was a man in a light grey suit with a tacky bright green tie and a comb-over, carring a small portfolio. Vegeta shrugged and undid the latch, bringing himself to the ground before the man entered. Vegeta opened the door and smiled as nicely as he could at 10 in the morning (an ungodly time).
"Hello little boy. Where are your parents?" The man asked in a voice he clearly reserved for children under the age of 10.
"Not here." Vegeta responded and moved to close the door.
The man stepped in before the Saiyan had a chance to touch the door. "I've received a complaint about a lack of adult supervision in this apartment. I'm here with Children's Aid Society, and I need to talk to the owner of this household. Do you know when you parents will be back little boy?"
Vegeta cocked an eyebrow. "Are you going to put me in foster care?"
"No, not if it isn't necessary. But you and your sister will be in foster care if your parents are not located." The man said.
"Who is the apartment registered under?" Vegeta asked.
The man flipped through his papers and stopped at a page about half way through the portfolio and looked the boy over. "It's registered under who I assume your parent to be, a Vegeta Kakorotte."
"I'm Vegeta." Vegeta responded dryly
"But you must be Vegeta Junior. I'm looking for your father, Vegeta Senior."
"He's dead." Vegeta responded in the same tone.
"Oh.... I'm sorry... do you know where your mother is? Or any contact able family?" the man asked, with feigned sorrow.
Vegeta shrugged, and then an idea came to him. "My grandfather is Master Roshi... on Roshi island."
The man nodded and started to write this down. "I'll contact Mr. Roshi for you."
Vegeta waved his hands up frantically, hoping his plan might fall through. "No need! I've already called him, me and my sister were just packing up the stuff here. He'll be by later today. Everything is under control."
The man looked skeptical. "But you kids are going to need some help with all this stuff, and what if something bad happens?"
Vegeta shrugged. "Everything will be fine! Grandpy will be here in an hour or two and we'll be on our way."
"I'm going to send a person to check up on you each hour though. If Mr. Roshi isn't here in two hours we'll bring you to him." the man said writing some more.
"OK... in fact, I'll call grandpa and check if it's ok for you guys to pick us up and drive us there... you might want to get a U Haul or something, cause we have to move all of poppa's stuff over to grandpa's." Vegeta said, nodding and considering Roshi training seriously. It might help me to control more of my ki and Shira could definitely use some training... the girl is pathetic.
The man nodded. "I'll have someone here in an hour... or better yet, I'll wait here with you and your sister until we can get someone here to pick up your stuff." He said with a big smile.
Vegeta backed up, unnerved by the smile. "Ok.... sure..." Vegeta paused. "I just need to talk to my sister...." He then took a slow step back wards, not taking his eyes off the man who was still smiling. He took another slow step, then turned and ran to his bedroom. Vegeta ran up to Shira and shook the sleeping girl lightly. "Shira..." He said softly. "Shira... Wake up."
"Mmmm.." She moaned as she slowly slipped out of whatever dream she had been having. "Huh..."
Vegeta smiled. "Shira. We are leaving the city. I found a place to train, and someone to teach us."
Shira smiled. "Training? ... From a human?" She chuckled lightly.
"Not just any human! This man is a master of ki control!" Vegeta said, excited at the prospect of meeting the slightly obscene martial artist master.
Shira shook her head. "I don't know Vegeta... human's are not the best at controlling their ki..."
Vegeta shook his head. "It's either this or we go to foster homes."
"Or we could do as we are supposed to and set up a population of Saiyans on this planet and destroy the majority of the humans." Shira offered sarcastically.
Vegeta grinned. "You just want to get in my pants."
Shira raised an eyebrow. "Is that so bad?"
"Yes... cause you are five years old...." Vegeta responded, sickened at the prospect of sex with the other Saiyan.
Shira shook her head. "Where are your hormones Vegeta? You just aren't the same."
"AAAANNYWAY!!!" Vegeta interjected. "We are going to Master Roshi's to train." He paused. "Royal order." He added.
Shira shook her head and got out of bed, revealing that she was completely nude. "Ok.. That's fine with me."
Vegeta screamed and hid his eyes. "AHHHHH!!!! NAKED!!!!!!!"
At the exact moment that Shira went into her room the Children's Aid man burst into the room. "WHERE!!!" He yelled, sounding overly excited.
"Ewww...." Vegeta grimaced as he saw the man's look of lust. "You need to leave."
The man shrugged. "Umm... you know... somebody screamed... I was tring to.."
"Get out." Vegeta stated in a flat tone. "Just go."
The man looked around, dusted off his already clean suit and walked back into the living room.
"Ewwww.." Vegeta shuddered.
One hour later Vegeta, Shira and all of their various furniture, cutlery and dishware was transferred onto the lawn of the unsuspecting Turtle master.
"WHAT!?! WHERE!?! WHO!?!?" the confused martial artist yelled as the shipping crew relentlessly emptied out the cargo bay of their Capsule Corp jets as two children watched.
A few minutes later the men were gone, leaving the old man with the two Saiyan children. "HI MASTER ROSHI!!" the male one yelled, catching the already mind boggled man off guard, and resulting in him falling backwards.
"H-How do you know me!?!" Roshi questioned the pointy haired boy.
"Who doesn't know the famous master Roshi! Why I'm sure there isn't a person in the world who hasn't heard of your mastery of martial arts!" Vegeta said, laying on the compliments in a hope that the old man would accept him as a student.
Roshi eyed the boy, then the girl. "Why are the two of you out here? Shouldn't you be at home?"
Vegeta smirked. "This is our home. We are legally your responsibility now."
Shira nodded. Vegeta had run the plan by her before they had got on the Children's Aid jet.
Master Roshi adjusted his large, ever present sunglasses and leaned heavily on his gnarled cane. "Hmm... is that the case?"
"It is." Vegeta replied smugly.
"Well... why me?"
Vegeta's smirk turned into a grin. "I want you to train me." Shira elbowed Vegeta hard in the ribs. "... And Shira."
Roshi nodded. "I usually only take one student at a time."
"I know... but we are a special case." Vegeta said, his grin growing.
"How so?"
"I had hoped you would ask." Vegeta said, his grin now an open mouthed smile. "Watch." Vegeta focused hard and flared his ki, just for a second. It was enough to kick up the sand around him and make everyone else have to shield their eyes from the torrent of sand.
Roshi sweatdropped. "W-Wha.... H-how!! B-But!! Your just a kid!! How do you have that much power!!"
Vegeta laughed. "I'm not from this world." He said as he unwrapped his tail from around his waist, and motioned for Shira to do the same. "Our race is known as Saiyan. We are the true rulers of the universe."
Shira smiled. Finally, he is remembering his pride. Maybe he is getting over his head trauma...
Roshi's jaw hit the beach. "Gaaaahhh..."
Vegeta shook his head. "Yeah... I was expecting that."
Author's notes: (HEY!! I FINISHED A CHAPTER OF SM!!! Wow... I haven't done this story in about two years. Any fans can thank LainIris (That's her name) for sending me mail telling me to continue the fic. I probably wouldn't have even remembered that I had done it if not for her. Well.. I'm currently doing a project called Katimavik, which gives me more time than I can imagine, so expect a good amount of SM from me. (maybe 1 chapter every two weeks if I'm good and Ideas keep coming to me.) I've got a couple plans for this story, and I hope everyone enjoys them. If anyone has any ideas for the fic I would be happy to hear them. I don't get enough reader support, lol. I am also accepting, nay begin for pre-readers. I've been out of the fan fic loop for far too long and need people to check and make sure I still make sense. Well, see you in a bit. Ciao!)
Evan
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