Different Worlds

Chapter 1

Universe 2

It had been 7 years of peace and tranquility. It finally seemed as if the heavens were smiling down upon a planet simply known as earth. It was almost unheard of. Peace did not come easy to any of the warriors of earth. Everyone was just anticipating the next big threat to come after the defeat of Cell. That next big threat just would not arrive. Goku may have not been the brightest fellow, but he might have made one of the wisest decisions one could hope to make. By refusing to be wished back, he had seemingly stopped evil from entering earth, well at least the stronger forces that is. There is just something that the saiyan has that tends to draw powerful foes near as if he were a magnet. Even with the power from fighters such as his son Gohan, the Namekian Piccolo, or even the saiyan prince Vegeta, the attention would always draw towards Goku. This peace thing took some getting use to.

The earthling warriors took to peace much quicker than the "aliens" had. Krillen had went and gotten hitched to android 18. She turned him down for what seemed like a thousand times, but it was his resilience that had eventually pushed her over the edge to accept his proposal. As for Tien and Chiaotzu, the two had trained for a few years in the mountains, taking breaks off and on. It was during one of those breaks, where they had met up with Launch. The past year seemed as though the two had grown quite close. As for Yamcha, well he had been still living with Briefs at the Capsule Corp. Yamcha had been on the sad side of late. With his baseball career declining, so was his financial situations. On top of that, he was striking out with the ladies as well. Yamcha wasn't enjoying peace as much as the others. Bulma had seen this, and just had to invite him to stay with them. Piccolo had gotten used to staying up at the watchtower with Dende and Mr. Popo. It was a better observing point for him, just in case there were to be any trouble. He still didn't trust Vegeta. The little half saiyan, known as the hero and main protector of earth, had been growing into a young adult. It had been hard for Gohan to adjust to regular life, because his regular life had been nothing but turmoil and strife. Always fighting just to live or protect. Before the age of five he had not known of anything but love and peace, but up until the age of thirteen he had not known of anything but fighting and bloodshed. Chi Chi had given birth to a second child. It made Gohan so happy, giving him a little training buddy, since he didn't have Piccolo to train with him any more. Gohan was also going to school and even had gotten a girlfriend along the way. One that resembled Chi Chi a bit, whether that was a good thing or not, he wasn't sure of. Life had actually been going great for the teenager.

Someone who could share the endless war and bloodshed life, was the saiyan prince. This peaceful life didn't sit well with the proud saiyan, but over the past couple of years he had grown quite use to it. Vegeta had become more of a broken man, more than usual, over the first few years after Goku had died. The prince had completely stopped training and given up on life. He only stayed on earth for his son, Trunks. Bulma had persuaded him to start training again, telling him that Trunks would eventually need someone to train him. When she brought up Gohan and Piccolo as candidates for his teacher, it snapped Vegeta out of it. She had smiled, anything to give him a reason to be lively again. Bulma had actually tried to get closer to the man she shared a baby with, but it seemed to be futile. The blue haired scientist had tried and tried. She thought he would never come around, never to learn what love was. She believed it to be no use in trying, so she just eventually gave up. Little did she know, Vegeta had been feeling something. He had somewhat grown fond of the beautiful scientist. She was the richest, smartest, and most powerful female on the planet. The idea didn't sound all that horrible to him.

Vegeta had the best sleep of his life, and it was probably the first time without worry and regret. He awoke just before dawn, and the only other people to even think about being up at this time, were Dr. and Mrs. Briefs. The saiyan had gotten to thinking ever since he saw the short man marry the toaster.

'How do I... how...' He stood up from the edge of his bed to find himself face to face with his reflection in the mirror that hung on his bathroom door. "How do I do that with Bulma?" he asked himself quietly. His scowl slightly fading as his expression turned to more of a confused one, filled with uncertainty. Vegeta had thought long and hard about this situation for a while now, as he basically went through the stages of dying. He could not believe he actually cared for her. As usual, he would deny the truth, as his anger started to follow suit. He even went through a stage of depression, as he felt the saiyan in him was dwindling. Though after a long hard fight within himself, the proud man accepted his fate.

He smirked at himself, "Look at me. What a pathetic fool. A prince of oneself and a few half brats. No home, no kingdom, no people, no... wife." He then turned his head in disgust. " My father along with everyone else would be mocking me right now. I have not carried the saiyan name well, let alone my family name. As much as I hate to admit it, I do need a wife. It already makes me sick to my stomach that I, Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans, would have to stoop so low as to marry a weak human." Vegeta then looked back at the mirror and smirked once more. "But I guess she is the best that this planet has to offer."

Meanwhile, the downstairs kitchen was quite busy. Mrs. Briefs or "Panchy" as some called her, had been up for a while to start breakfast for six different people, one of which had a saiyan's appetite. Dr. Briefs had walked in to keep his wife company after being up all night working on his new prototype for the company. He had sat down and opened up his newspaper to catch up on yesterdays events and lighting up a cigarette all at the same time. This was really the only part of the day the two had together.

"So, how have things been going with you dear?" asked the scientist.

"Things have been going just swell sweetie. It's nice to have extra guests around, but it can get a little too crazy around here. How are things with you?" the blonde answered.

"Ha, I know what you mean. Things are looking up. I've finally located the oil leak in our new spacecraft and once it's finished, people will do anything to get their hands on it. I think Bulma and I have really outdone ourselves this time. Especially her. She's really something. Taking after her old man if I do say so myself."

"That's nice honey! What do you want to dri- AAAHHHH!" Mrs Briefs couldn't even finish her question before crashing to the ground. Dishes and cups smashed the ground with a loud clap.

"Honey are you okay?" Dr. Briefs looked up to see the cause of this accident. It was none other than Vegeta. He had been standing behind the fridge door with his arms crossed, when Mrs. Briefs had it open to look for a beverage for her husband.

"Vegeta?" The spouses said in unison.

"In the flesh. Now about Bulma. I have some questions." Vegeta stated.

"Oh my! What is it dear?" Mrs. Briefs asked.

"Yes, what is it my boy? Is something wrong with my daughter?" Dr. Briefs questioned as well.

"No." he simply answered.

"Well what's the matter ma boy?"

Vegeta stood there for a few moments. He tried to gather himself as best he could.

"Listen up. I will not repeat myself. I'm not experienced in this kind of thing, nor do I wish to be... But I have come to you for.. help." The Briefs did not interrupt. Vegeta took this opportunity to finish. "I have.. become... Arrgghh! I have become... how would you say, quite "fond" of Bulma." Vegeta struggled to spit out. Mrs. Briefs was about to jump out of her skin from pure joy, but Dr. Briefs had stopped her. There seemed to be more to come.

"Your people have some sort of ritual or ceremony of some sort from what I take." Vegeta continued.

'Ah marriage!' the blonde thought.

"Not too long ago I saw the bald midget do this with that "machine", and I have also seen it on your boxed programs. I believe it is called marriage, if I'm not mistaken." Both spouses almost fell to the floor.

"My people had a similar event. Saiyans weren't known for this marriage thing, but it was mandatory for the royal family. My bloodline were always bred through the strongest, most powerful, most attractive, and so on and so on. In other words the very best. The male would find a female attractive enough to suit him, and then he would challenge her to a fight. If she survived or met his expectations, then he would make her his. Then there would be a ceremony like yours, as both sides would accept to be bonded until till they die." He stopped to let the old couple take it all in. Mrs. Briefs broke down in tears. She leaped into the saiyan, giving him the hardest hug she could possibly give.

"Oh Vegeta!" she cried.

"Well son, I don't know what to say. I'm very happy, and I'm sure Bulma would be thrilled to hear that. But I don't understand. What do you need help with?" Dr. Briefs asked.

"Like I said, I'm not experienced in this kind of thing. All I know is that there is a ring involved and I have to ask her to accept my offer." 'Which will not be easy for me.' he thought to himself. "So, I've come to ask for your help. Will you help me gain your daughter's hand in marriage?" Vegeta finished, all while struggling to escape the clutches of the blonde ditz. For a human, she was quite stubborn.

"Of course we will! Oh Trunks and Bulma will be so thrilled to hear this!" Mrs. Briefs replied.

"I must say I'm lost for words. I would have never thought you would be the type Vegeta. But anyway, yes. We will absolutely help you." Dr. Briefs answered.

"You're right. I am not the type. But the time has come for me to find a "mate". There are no other saiyans alive, so it's not like I have much of a choice." Vegeta looked to the floor in hurt. The Briefs had noticed this, even if it was just for an instant. They could tell something was wrong with the proud prince. He would never show any emotion to anyone. Goku's death must have really changed him. "I also don't plan on scouring the universe for a bride. Too much of a waste of time. The woman may not be the strongest female on this planet, but she is the most powerful. She... she is the best that this planet has." he finished.

Both Panchy and Dr. Briefs smiled at the younger man. They knew that it must have been really hard for him to come to them, let alone admitting this aloud.

"Son, you don't have to worry about a single thing. We will get everything ready for you. Your only job is to ask the question." The doctor informed.

"Yes, and she will most definitely say yes. She has been wanting this for a really long time!" Panchy assured.

Vegeta closed his eyes and sighed. "Whatever." He opened his eyes and looked at them with a smirk forming, but this smirk held some softness to it. He tried to play it off by acting as if it were not a big deal, but the prince couldn't fool the two. They smiled inwardly. Nodding, Vegeta crossed his arms and turned to take his leave.

It had been a week since Vegeta had asked for the help from Dr. and Mrs. Briefs. The arrogant man was awaiting in his room patiently. This was the day that he would ask Bulma to become his wife. He had still been contemplating the whole idea. Anything and everything he could think of led back to Bulma and Trunks. When Goku had died, the saiyan prince had felt a depression that he had not experienced before. It seemed like when he had something to live for, something to strive for, it would almost surely be ripped away from him. He looked for his freedom all his life, only for it to be granted by death. When he was brought back to life, he finally gained his freedom, only to live in the shadows of a lower class saiyan. The monster he wished to kill all his life had fallen to that same lower class, who achieved something he reached for his entire life. Super saiyan. He hated Goku so much for that, yet at the same time somewhat thankful. It gave him something to work for. Goku pushed him to get stronger everyday, but what did he have when he left this world? Vegeta began to wonder if it was the gods laughing at him for all the evil he had committed. He didn't care for taking over the universe. That was more of Frieza's thing. The only thing that kept him grounded at first was his son. Over time that affection had grown stronger and had enveloped another. Bulma. Although he would never show it, he was finally starting to see what Goku might have been talking about all that time. Caring for them certainly made him feel like he could protect them from anything. Vegeta felt like he had grown so much stronger over the past couple of years due to that simple fact. The prince believed it was them that kept him whole all this time.

It was growing late into the morning hours. Vegeta stood in a suit that he was supposed to wear later that night, as he would be taking Bulma out on a "date". This is where he would propose. The prince had something other in mind though. He wanted it to become more of a private thing, not so the whole world could see it. He was ready right then and there. 'Surely the damn woman should be up by now.' he thought. Vegeta walked out and up the stairs to the next floor, where a door painted in pink and dressed in flowers came into sight. He walked right up to it and pulled out a small black box. 'I've waited two years to do this.' Opening the lid, revealed and enormous diamond ring. Dr. Briefs picked the biggest and most expensive ring he could find, saying "my baby deserves the best." This earned the Dr. a roll of the eyes from the prince. Vegeta smirked now though, knowing how much she would like it. He then looked back at the door. 'Ha, foolish girl. She's probably still asleep or maybe she thinks I'm training. Won't she be surprised.' Reaching his hand out for the door knob, he turned it and opened the door. If anybody was surprised it was him.

"Ahh! Vegeta! How many times do I have to tell you to knock before entering someone's room!?" the blue haired scientist yelled.

"V-Ve-Vegeta! I thought you were out training man?" a certain bandit cried.

Vegeta stood there with box in hand. No movement, nor emotion radiating from the proud warrior. His ki was steady and eyes were as black as the darkest depths of the universe. Too shocked and empty at the same time to realize the situation at hand. Vegeta had all of a sudden become very unpredictable, and maybe even become the most dangerous force in the entire universe.

Meanwhile far away on the Sacred World of the Kais.

"Kibito. Listen up. It looks like Bobbity has made his move."

"Yes, but can you sense where he's going Kaioshin?"

"It seems he is headed for a planet on the outer edges of sector 6. A planet called Earthland."

"Ah, so that must be where the damned monster resides."

"Yes, but for now, he still sleeps. There must be some powerful beings there. We can not allow him to be awoken!"

"Yes I agree. But do you think we are strong enough to defeat him in case he does awaken?"

"No. I had a chance a long time ago, but I did not take it. If we fought today, I would not stand a ghost of a chance."

"I don't like the sound of that."

"I have an idea though."

"I'm listening."

"There are some warriors on a planet similar to this "Earthland". From what I've heard they are some of the strongest in the universe. Surely you've heard of a Goku or Gohan before?"

"Ah! Thee Goku!? Thee Gohan!? Yes! Of course, how could I forget?"

"It would be wise to ask them to tag along. Just in case."

"I see your point now sir."

"Pack your bags Kibito, we're heading to earth. Then to earthland!"

Hey Guys! I'm back again to start a new story. This time it will be a crossover, which is going to be a bit challenging. Don't worry. I will definitely continue "Too Much Alike". There is just so much I have to offer that story. I'm almost done with the next chapter for it, so look forward to that!