Chibi DBZ

Chapter Nine

Vegeta stood gasping as he took in the sight before him, Both Radditz and Turles applauded as the dust settled and the golden aurora finally became clear.

Brolley had transformed into a Super Saiyan, he looked as though he had just stepped out of a legendary book standing with his hands crossed and a smirk planted across his face.

His hair was now a holy golden yellow, and his eyes a cerulean blue, he looked just like the statues and paintings of the ancient legendary from centuries before.

Everything Vegeta had aspired to be… was now standing and mocking him in the form of a third class.

"Not so cocky now are we?" Radditz called out as Brolley chuckled to himself and seemed to pose for Vegeta.

The Saiyan prince was completely speechless, it couldn't be… what had this guy done that he hadn't?

It was his fate to save the Saiyan's from Freeza. Not some freak that nobody had ever heard of… It had to be a mistake, just some light tricks and new technology.

Their was only one true Super Saiyan to-be and that was him.

Anger and frustration blinded the prince as he powered up, his tail now puffing brown with the huge amount of static electricity he was generating; all around him the sky darkened as he continued to gather energy. "RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

The Earth began to crack more, this time splitting right between Bulma's short little legs; scurrying out of the way she decided to make a run for it.

The new guy had just turned blonde and he looked really scary.

Vegeta was yelling at the top of his voice, the wind picking up by the second until it was reaching gale force. Still he continued to push his small body and generated more bright blue energy.

Never before had he felt so enraged and humiliated, his temper was even out of his control; anything could happen.

Brolley remained motionless and was watching humorously still in Super Saiyan form, did this arrogant prince not realise he was completely wasting his ki?

Eighteen, Turles and Radditz were watching on transfixed with the Super Saiyan and the bratty Royal having a tantrum.

Radditz pulled out a strange little gadget with a red light and pointed it towards the battle zone before Eighteen smacked it from his grip and it cascaded down to the ground.

"What you do that for!?" he yelled angrily as he gritted his teeth, his tail flickering intently like an angry cat.

"Brolley doesn't like his photo being taken." Eighteen hissed as she continued to watch the fight, Vegeta looked as though he'd almost finished powering up.

"You've smashed my camera; you're buying me a new one."

She ignored the last childish comment and rolled her eyes, "I'm sure Brolley would tell you himself."

Radditz gulped, "Maybe you're right… he is the legendary after all."

Vegeta flew at super speed towards Brolley before disappearing and emerging behind him.

Before the Saiyan prince could even lay a punch into the other Saiyan's spine he turned around and cracked him square in the jaw.

Blinking back the pain, he gritted his teeth and tasted fresh blood.

Looking up into the mysterious blue eyes of the Super Saiyan, the prince found himself growing weak at the knees.

That had been his fastest attack and Brolley had guarded like it was nothing, he'd even had time to attack back before Vegeta knew what hit him.

The prince stood no chance against this super power, it was out of anyworld he'd ever been too.

"How did you-" Vegeta spluttered before he was flicked with Brolley's tail and sent hurtling through the roof of McDonalds leaving nothing but a small gaping hole.

As his body hit the ground a nasty crack followed before a weak groan.

The newly transformed Brolley laughed menacingly before turning to his gang leaving the five year old prince to swallow his pride and cry himself to sleep.

Bulma cringed as she heard Vegeta slam into the ground, their was no way anybody could have survived that; he must have been at least 1000 feet in the air before he'd been smacked down to Earth.

She felt a surge of pain as his unmistakeable cries of pain and anguish reached her ears, he sounded like he was in agony.

The laughter especially from the blonde girl caused her to feel furious as she rushed through the broken doors to try and see if her prince needed help.

Wait had she just thought that, her prince.

No, no no no no.

Vegeta sucked in a large mouthful of stale air, every bone and limb in his body felt like it was going to malfunction and with every breath took he could feel his small lungs half collapsing.

To say he was beaten up was an underestimation, in short he was dying. The great Saiyan prince Vegeta, beaten by a third class.

The worst part was he'd been Ko'D, Brolley had moved with such agility and was so strong that he'd not managed to land a single hit on the other child.

"I'm supposed to…. Be a…. be a Super Saiyan…." He mumbled, sucking in another painful gasp of oxygen as he moved his head painfully to the left.

Even his tail felt as though it was going to drop off as he moved his hand and felt a warm trickle of blood from where it had flopped. Never before had the little prince been so beaten and bloodied.

If only he was back on Vegetaseii with his father and the elite guards… if only he had spent more time training and concentrating on his techniques then perhaps he would be the one who was a super Saiyan.

Not the one who was lying lifelessly in a stinky dark restaurant whilst his attackers laughed just a few hundred feet from his head.

King Vegeta would be so ashamed if he could see his son now, all the training and the sparring-completely wasted; he was no stronger than the next peasant.

A lone salty tear trickled down Vegeta's face as he felt even more pain, his body couldn't take it; spitting out the warm blood that was filling his mouth he tasted the iron and promptly vomited and breathed in deeply. His ribs were certainly broken, that might have explained the amount of pain he had whilst breathing, he could only hope it wasn't damage to his organs inside; the fall had been really hard even for a Saiyan.

"Urggg" he moaned to himself as he tried to move his legs, it was pointless of course they'd been broken.

His head filled with images of his castle, he would never see his planet again it must have been his duty to die at such a stupid fight with this stranger he didn't even know existed… this was what fate had obviously lined up for him.

"Geta… are you okay?" Bulma said shakily as she crawled over to his lifeless form and gently stroked his wild spiky hair. It felt so soft, just like her teddy bear Mr and Mrs Briefs had bought for her on the way to pre-school.

His tail looked just as soft; reaching out her other hand she gingerly touched it and stroked it slowly. Oh it was just as soft.

Quickly it reclined back like a snake and Vegeta growled inhumanly, his eyes flickered open and he stared straight into her big blue ones.

"Its you." He muttered distastefully as he closed his eyes again and faced his head the other way, she wasn't exactly going to save his tail; he needed some real medical help like a rejuvenation tank or maybe just a cuddle from his mother.

He really, really missed her, not a day passed without the temperamental little prince thinking about her, or pining for the queen to return back to the castle.

In reality he knew she wasn't coming home, his father hadn't even bothered to spin him some wonderful lie, instead he told him plainly that she was dead and there was nothing anybody could have done about it.

Bulma felt slightly hurt by his seeming disappointment at her presence, shrugging it off she noticed how much of a bad condition he was in, the little Saiyan needed hospital treatment and fast.

"What has he done to you?" she whispered softly as she brushed the back of his head soothingly; for all Bulma knew the guy who had done this could decide to finish the job with her in the building.

Vegeta sucked in a deep painful breath and chose not to reply, the girl was not helping the situation by reminding him that he'd just so shamelessly lost for the first time in his life.

Had he known fighting and losing was this painful he would have thought twice before choosing to become a Super Saiyan, pain was something the little five year old was not familiar with; being a Saiyan made him have a high tolerance level towards pain. Much more than a human could ever wish for.

It wasn't just the excruciating pain that made him feel so low and stupid, what hurt more to little Vegeta was his pride; it had been torn apart and then blown into a million pieces.

Sighing as a big fat tear slid to the scorched floor, Vegeta was glad he wasn't facing the annoying blue haired girl. Why couldn't she just leave him alone and mind her own business?

Crying was a new experience for him, even after his mother died he'd never really cried instead he opted to close off all his feelings and almost bottle them up inside his body, secretly he was emotionally exhausted and really missed her warm touch and familiar scent.

He'd do anything to see her again, absolutely anything.

Now the once proud youngster was lying on the floor and crying himself to sleep like a weakling; all whilst his attackers mocked him.

"Go away." He muttered, as he gruffly sniffed trying to hide the fact that he was crying. The girl could not see him being so weak, it was humiliating and pathetic.

Bulma softened even more when she realised he was in fact crying, the boisterous little prince did have emotions after all, seeing him so defenceless made her heart beat fast.

This just wasn't fair, he was her prince and she wanted to help him.

"No, I'm not leaving you." Bulma replied stubbornly as she leant down onto the floor and moved closer to him, some blood stained her little pink dungarees.

Vegeta smiled to himself, but instantly hid it somehow she was making him feel slightly better and he couldn't word out how or why.

She was a girl, he usually hated girls.

Goku arrived at the nasty scene of devastation; he could hear the high pitched wailing of the sirens miles away from inside the forest.

The stench of smoke and the choking dust was enough to make the young Saiyan choke as he walked through the crumbled buildings in search for Bulma and Vegeta.

This had to be the work of the evil little prince, it could be nobody else; Goku growled angrily and clenched his fists together, people were certainly dead he could sense it.

What had once been a concrete strip for cars was now just a flattened plain of rubble and shrapnel.

Glass had been blown from the surrounding buildings, whilst innocent civilians were cowering under whatever they could find.

Strolling calmly over to an overturned picnic table Goku tried to make conversation with a pretty skinny lady who looked as though she was trying to hide. "Hi there." He said seriously, but smiled warmly and held out his hand as a good will gesture.

The lady stuttered and took in deep breaths of air. "You're… your one of them aren't you?" she said finally, as she rejected his hand and chose to cling on to the leg of the picnic table.

Tilting his head to the side he cutely pouted, why was it adults never made any sense. "Excuse me, I don't know what you mean." He pointed out then placed his hands behind his head in a carefree way waiting for the lady to explain.

All the time he still had his daft smile painted across his chibi face.

"You… You have a tail like them." The lady shakily pointed to Goku's tail before quickly placing her hand back around the table as if it would protect her if he chose to attack her.

The lady was dressed in a pretty satin skirt, with a striped blouse and posh black shoes. Her hair was hazel brown in colour and long and brown with tiny wavelets at the ends, she could have easily been a model for a magazine not that it made any difference to little Goku.

"Yeah I know I gotta tail. Its really useful!" Goku gleamed as he wiggled it and hugged it in a really cute way like it was a teddy bear. "Excuse me, but I was just wandering what happened around here? It looks pretty nasty."

The lady opened her eyes aghast at the little child, he really had no idea.

Chibi Goku looked so innocent, he wouldn't hurt a fly; within minutes the lady found herself warming to his big friendly smile.

Brolley had moved on quickly followed by Radditz, Turles and Eighteen; they were heading for the big tall tower in the distance that stretched right through the clouds.

Kami's lookout.

Disclaimer: So Vegeta was no match for the legendary Super Saiyan! Will he survive? How is Goku going to react? Find out next chapter when they have the ultimate duel!

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