Special Note: I'm deeply sorry, everyone. In fact, I'm so selfish that I really want to finish this fanfiction by myself before my next birthday and less edit it. Besides, I don't know the story would be this long! (Shame on me ^.^) Guess I'll edit it, later…
Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama
Part 11 Goku is a Real Vegeta Best Friend
"Actually it's a bit weird that you ask me to come with you," Goku replied and stared directly into Vegeta's eyes. He tried to read his real motive. "You don't like anyone interfering with your damn business."
Vegeta actually felt uneasy asking Kakarotto to go with him to Frieza's party. Kakarotto was right. He hated involving other in his own problem. He really hated it. However he had no choice. He couldn't go by himself to the party. It was a team invitation. He had to gather 2 other players to make a team.
"You're real smart Kakarotto. Read this garbage," he threw Frieza's invitation.
There was a long silence. Goku opened the envelope and read it a while. Vegeta wondered why Kakarotto took too much time reading it. Shit, he is really stupid….
"This sounds interesting to me. I'll go along with you." Goku said. "But Vegeta, this invitation stated that we have to come as a team which consists of 3 players. Have you found the third?"
In North Palace Apartment, Piccolo sneezed loudly. He felt something bad would come to him. He wondered if this would be a premonion. Mr. Dende, his roommate pulled out his desk and gave him several medicines.
"No need to be afraid to catch cold. I have these free stuffs. Take them, Piccolo."
"Thanks Dende. I don't need any medicines. I just sensed evil is coming toward me."
"That reminds me something. I have to tell you something about your troubled junior." Mr. Dende took his medicines and put them again in his desk.
"Let me guess, does he have a creepy, flame hair style and act like shit?"
"Absolutely correct! Let me tell you more…."
Back to Capsule Corp., Goku and Vegeta spent several minutes thinking about their third partner. Then Goku smiled viciously toward Vegeta, "I've found our third player, our Captain Piccolo."
"That damned Namec? I don't think he will accept our offer, Kakarotto."
"Why not, Vegeta? I have a deal with him." Goku left Vegeta room. "You'll just wait and see."
Vegeta was so tired and he decided to sleep earlier that day. He was leaning over to his bed when Bulma came over with a bowl in her hand. She fed him a bowl of chicken porridge. Vegeta forced himself to swallow it. His stomach felt sick. However he couldn't despise Bulma.
"Come on, you'll be better after eating this. Chichi helped me cooking this for you."
"Fine. I'll eat this for my huge appreciation toward your nasty cooking."
"It's not nasty, damn you. I've tried it," Bulma insisted. "Can't you be nice a bit?"
Vegeta laughed and continued eating Bulma's porridge. He was happy having her in his side.
He wanted this moment last forever.
Goku arrived so early to the basket hall. He knew Piccolo usually spent time there before entering his class. Instead of finding Piccolo, he found Yamucha stood unmoving. His face looked upset and all. Goku tapped his shoulder softly.
"Hey… What are you doing here, Yamucha?" Goku looked at blue velvet in Yamucha's arm. He guessed that Yamucha had cried over Bulma.
"Everything seems wrong since that Vegeta has come here. He stole my girl, my position in basket club, and my happiness. What a damn fucking bastard," Yamucha sobbed.
"You shouldn't blame yourself for your bad luck, Yamucha." Goku nodded his head, showing a slight sympathy to his friend. "This always happens toward secondary character in every literature. Even it happens in some fanfictions."
"What are you saying? Am I a secondary character?" Yamucha shouted. He gripped Goku shoulders and continued yelling at him, "I'm handsome and smart! For real, Goku, how could I lose to that fucking bastard?"
"Come on, I'll explain this to you, Yamucha." Goku released himself from Yamucha. I'm in the wrong moment with wrong person.
Goku bit his lips, "when you and Bulma was a pair, both of you always dated other girls and boys. It's kind of sign that both of you don't really fit, okay? What kind of relationship is that?"
"Well, we're young… I don't want being tied down over one serious relationship, Goku."
"That's my point! She isn't that important for you, so you don't like being tied down over her!" Goku ran away and waved good bye to Yamucha.
The bell rang.
Goku ran hurriedly to his class. My damn luck! That's okay. I'll find Piccolo after class in the basket hall…
After class, Vegeta headed toward basket hall with Bulma. He didn't use his wheelchair. He managed to walk by himself. Bulma was wondering because Vegeta's wounds healed faster than her wound.
"What are you doing? Don't look at me like that, Bulma. I gave you enough kisses this morning, didn't I?"
"Are you crazy? Many students could hear you," Bulma blushed. "I'm just wondering why your wound heals faster than mine."
"A gift from my ancestor. I'm a Saiyan, Bulma. We Saiyan heal faster than other races. We are the best race of all. I'm pure blooded Saiyan, just like Kakarotto," he told her.
"Who said that superior statement? One of your ancestor too?" Bulma asked.
"Avocado Hitler stated that in his famous book, 'My Struggling Vegetables'. That's one of my favorite books. Listen, Saiyan with pure blood should be able to dominate this world." Vegeta explained. "We had many benefits with our pure blood. We heal faster, move faster, and so on."
Bulma felt intimidated, "Do you want to marry a Saiyan girl so you can save that pure blooded thing?"
Vegeta wrapped Bulma's waist, smiling. "Don't be ridiculous. I prefer my next generation have smart brain to have faster healing ability."
Vegeta made Bulma happy with his answer. He saw it in her eyes.
Piccolo and the rest of the team were running in the hall. Goku saw Vegeta and Bulma coming across the hall. He waved them. Vegeta changed into his basket uniform and stayed on the bench. Piccolo came toward him and joined him sitting on the bench.
"Goku said that you want to tell me something important."
"What? Me? Oh, that damn bastard…." Vegeta cursed Goku deep in his heart. "Yeah, I want to tell you something, Piccolo. Actually I invite you to Saiba City street basket party next month. We come as a team. Goku, you, and me."
"I'm not an idiot. Saiba street basket is the most brutal street basket ever. I refuse your offer." Piccolo stood and continued his exercise.
Goku ran behind him and whispered. "Vegeta had told you the invitation, right? Now I give you another offer, Captain Piccolo. I and Vegeta would leave this club and join boxing if you won't go with us there."
"You can't blackmail me kid. Both of you are basket lovers. You won't give up basket to join that wretched group." Piccolo smile sardonically, "You're not too clever after all."
"I and Vegeta still can play in street basket, Captain. We won't loose anything, but you'll loose two of your regular players. Wait up; Budobasket will be held in the next three month… what a shame losing us to that wrenched group."
Piccolo gave up after several mouth fights with Goku. He agreed with Goku's deal.
"Yahoo, Vegeta! Captain agrees to go with us!" He screamed out loud. "See? My plan works!"
Vegeta laughed and looked over the whole team. Some of them were practicing jump shoot with Tien. Several members had mini basket game. The sound of dribbling ball made him ache. He surely missed his routine exercise. He missed basket so much. Bulma took a ball and gave it to him.
"Come on, can you dribble it?" She asked.
"Sure, thank you." He quickly replied. Vegeta dribbled it over and over. He felt that sensation rushed over his veins. He really loved dribbling it.
"What are you doing idiot? Don't push yourself too much." Piccolo stood in front of Vegeta. "Put that damn thing down and just sit calmly on the bench."
"Just because you are my captain and could play like Michael Jordan the great Saiyan it doesn't mean you can control my life."
"His name isn't Michael Jordan, moron. He is a truly Namekian, his name is Michael Jordallo. A crazy racist painted his skin with horrible medicine and cut off his antennae. "Piccolo shed his tears. "Avocado Hitler did that horrible thing to him. That fucking Avocado didn't want a Namekian doing something better in everything."
"Hold on! What did you say toward my legendary Avocado Hitler?" Vegeta burst out. "I didn't believe in such thing!"
"You bloody racist!"
"You green slave! I should never enter this whole fucking basket club!"
"Who need you anyway?"
They confronted seriously about who's being racist and not. Goku and others came and separated them. Vegeta and Piccolo were angry and pissed off. They hardly communicated toward each other after that verbal fight.
After the practice, Piccolo joined in the bench with Goku and Vegeta. Vegeta asked Bulma not to wait for him, but she insisted to stay and waited him outside.
"Let's talk about this," Piccolo led them to the basket club room. The room was small but stylish. There was a phoenix statue on the desk. Several artistic paintings hung on the wall. Vegeta admired Piccolo's sense of style.
"I knew about that fucking street basket ball thing in Saiba City. The whole play changed drastically since the whole street basket in Saiba has been controlled by a damn gay with purple lipstick. Many players became disabled, or even died. It is because the play involves fighting in it. Am I correct?"
"True. There's no regulation in it. Blades, swords, and knife are allowed to be used during the game. The best scorer who survives will win." Vegeta took a deep breath. "Do you get this Kakarotto? It's not a fair game and you could be killed."
Goku smiled, "That's interesting. I'll try it."
Piccolo scowled watching Goku's reaction, "do you know how to use any blade tools?"
"I can't of course. But Vegeta can teach me, right? Captain Piccolo also can teach me..."
Piccolo couldn't stand Goku's optimism but he would give him a try. "Goku, tried to resist this."
Piccolo threw his punch directly toward Goku. Goku moved away using his instant transmission. He even punched Piccolo back.
"That's a wonderful move, Goku. But why did you hit me that hard, you dumb boy!" Piccolo was angry. "Well, I'll see you tomorrow night. I'll bring Mr. Dende with me."
"Fine, Captain Piccolo."
"What will you say to me, asshole racist?"
"Geezee…. See you, Captain."
Vegeta led Bulma toward his car. Bulma turned on the machine and drove back to Capsule Corp. Vegeta had given his key to her. He resisted using another car. Vegeta stayed calm and closed his eyes.
He convinced himself that next practice would make him stronger. His wound felt hurt, making him tired. "Fuck, I just want to protect everything."
Note: The next night practice was horrible for everyone. None would know that Frieza would come to their practice.