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Goku!
A/N: Okay, this fic is just a result of a random spurt of inspiration. . .meaning I don't have much idea of what to do with it. I do have a big big BIG general idea, so don't worry about me not finishing this with just this one chapter! Just letting you know. Which is why the title probably doesn't match, as I don't know well enough what I'm gonna write for this fic to come up with a relevant title. So it'll most likely be changed.
Enjoy!
This chappie's kinda . . .iffish. . .yeah. But I personally think it's a little funny!
~And So They Were~
Vegeta didn't like this. Vegeta didn't like this at all. Not one bit.
'Curse you, father, for your damn stubbornness!' Vegeta mentally yelled, conveniently forgetting that he was as equally headstrong. He snarled viciously at the wall of his sleeping quarters, his raging mind still going over for perhaps the millionth time about what his father had just told him.
"Damn you, damn you, damn you. . ." Vegeta muttered. "I DON'T want a mate right now. . .I can't deal with one with the time I need for training! DAMN YOU!" The prince suddenly screamed, his temper and anger getting the best of him as he fired a massive ki-blast in some random direction.
Unfortunately, that direction happened to be the doorway where another Saiyan was approaching.
Fortunately, that Saiyan happened to be Vegeta's father himself, as any other person would have been instantly obliterated.
Unfortunately, The Saiyan King was not completely invincible against his son's attacks when unguarded.
So therefore, we resulted in a very charred, black, seething king and a prince who was slightly embarrassed at his lack of self-control.
"VEGETA!" Came the expected roar.
"Hn. Go away, father."
"What the hell was that for?!"
Vegeta sniffed disdainfully. "Well, you walked into it, so it was your fault."
"You impertinent little. . ."
Vegeta smirked. ". . .prince? Yes, I am royalty, as you should have noticed the minute I was born." Enjoying the banter with his father, Vegeta was able to calm himself.
"What is it you wanted, father?"
The king eyed his son suspiciously, expecting more tart remarks. When none came, he mentally relaxed, and spoke his purpose for getting ki-blasted - err, that is, coming to Vegeta's room.
"About what I said earlier-"
"Oh, would you look at the time. I think its time for my daily training. Good day, father." Vegeta gave a mock bow of respect and hastily brushed past the king towards the doorway.
"Boy, you might *want* to hear this." The king growled, fast losing his patience with his arrogant son. Ignoring the fact that that arrogance came from himself.
Vegeta raised a thick eyebrow, the slight turning of his head the only inclination he was listening.
The king continued, "What I said earlier, I take back some. I still desire you to take on a mate soon, however I shall extend the deadline to three months instead of one, as I had forgotten to include the time for. . .bonding." The king smirked at the slight jolt that came from the prince at the last word.
"And no, boy, I mean mental bonding. Physical bonding you may do *after* the ceremony, and only *after*. So you had better hurry if you wish to. . .satisfy yourself. That is all." The king regally swaggered away, purposefully sweeping his royal cloak into his son's face. Once away from hearing distance, the king dropped his cool demeanor and snickered at the expression that was on his son's face. 'Oh ho, that was priceless!'
Back to Vegeta, who was once again fuming. 'The nerve of him, ridiculing me like that!' "Satisfying myself. . .humph!" Vegeta muttered.
He then decided the only way to work off his irritation was to train.
And train he did.
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"Hm, this doesn't look too bad. Can't be too old, I hope." A voice echoed out from the shadows of the old building. Crunching sounds were heard, the sound magnified by echoes of the empty building.
"Yum!" A loud belch was heard. "Now to train!" The mysterious person chirped, talking to no in particular.
And train he did.
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After several hours of strenuous training, Vegeta decided to take a break. After a small breather, the prince blasted off and flew randomly, allowing the gently blowing wind cool him off. Spotting a small stream nearby, he promptly dropped to quench his thirst with the crystal clear water. Gulping it down, Vegeta wiped his mouth and looked around, just for the sake of seeing where he was.
'Eh?' Vegeta quirked an eyebrow (A/N: Hm, he does that a lot. ^_^) as he spotted a crumbling building in the distance. 'I flew that far?' He thought. Shading his brow from the sun, Vegeta observed the old - was it a fotress?- that was about a kilometer away with his keen, Saiyan eyesight.
'Wow, I did fly pretty far. Looks like it's the old palace of some past king or some other.' Vaguely remembering the boring lessons he had gone through as a young princeling, Vegeta shrugged and decided to humor his sense of adventure.
And so he did.
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"Hyaah! Hyaaaah!" The voice continued to echo about , obvious evidence of the person training himself. From under black spiky locks of hair, ebony eyes glared at the imaginary enemy, brutal assaults immediately dealt to the invisible offender.
Wiping the sweat off his brow, the young man panted from slight exhaustion. Looking around at the old surroundings, he broke into a grin.
'I've been cooped up in here for so long! Guess its safe to replenish my food supply, and maybe get some fresh air. No one ever comes here anyway.'
"Yeah! I wanna go outside!" He whooped.
And so he did.
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Vegeta, now pretty close to the old palace, paused and cocked his head. 'Did I just hear something?' Vegeta shook his head, dismissing it as his imagination. After all, who would live here? Not even wild animals seemed to hang around this odd place. Which was odd, considering that the palace was in the middle of a lush, green forest. Shrugging, Vegeta pushed this strange occurrence to the back of his mind.
Approaching the door, Vegeta placed a hand on the vine covered handle. . .
. . .and was immediately bowled over as the door burst open.
Black eyes met black eyes. Ebony met coal. Cheerful met cold. Shining met. . .and so on. (A/N: I wonder how many descriptions I could come up with about eyes. . .don't worry, I won't experiment here! *hastily assures readers who are backing away from fic*)
And so they met.
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Cliffy-ish. . .but not really. Please don't go away. . .I promise this'll be more exciting!!!
A/N: Okay, this fic is just a result of a random spurt of inspiration. . .meaning I don't have much idea of what to do with it. I do have a big big BIG general idea, so don't worry about me not finishing this with just this one chapter! Just letting you know. Which is why the title probably doesn't match, as I don't know well enough what I'm gonna write for this fic to come up with a relevant title. So it'll most likely be changed.
Enjoy!
This chappie's kinda . . .iffish. . .yeah. But I personally think it's a little funny!
~And So They Were~
Vegeta didn't like this. Vegeta didn't like this at all. Not one bit.
'Curse you, father, for your damn stubbornness!' Vegeta mentally yelled, conveniently forgetting that he was as equally headstrong. He snarled viciously at the wall of his sleeping quarters, his raging mind still going over for perhaps the millionth time about what his father had just told him.
"Damn you, damn you, damn you. . ." Vegeta muttered. "I DON'T want a mate right now. . .I can't deal with one with the time I need for training! DAMN YOU!" The prince suddenly screamed, his temper and anger getting the best of him as he fired a massive ki-blast in some random direction.
Unfortunately, that direction happened to be the doorway where another Saiyan was approaching.
Fortunately, that Saiyan happened to be Vegeta's father himself, as any other person would have been instantly obliterated.
Unfortunately, The Saiyan King was not completely invincible against his son's attacks when unguarded.
So therefore, we resulted in a very charred, black, seething king and a prince who was slightly embarrassed at his lack of self-control.
"VEGETA!" Came the expected roar.
"Hn. Go away, father."
"What the hell was that for?!"
Vegeta sniffed disdainfully. "Well, you walked into it, so it was your fault."
"You impertinent little. . ."
Vegeta smirked. ". . .prince? Yes, I am royalty, as you should have noticed the minute I was born." Enjoying the banter with his father, Vegeta was able to calm himself.
"What is it you wanted, father?"
The king eyed his son suspiciously, expecting more tart remarks. When none came, he mentally relaxed, and spoke his purpose for getting ki-blasted - err, that is, coming to Vegeta's room.
"About what I said earlier-"
"Oh, would you look at the time. I think its time for my daily training. Good day, father." Vegeta gave a mock bow of respect and hastily brushed past the king towards the doorway.
"Boy, you might *want* to hear this." The king growled, fast losing his patience with his arrogant son. Ignoring the fact that that arrogance came from himself.
Vegeta raised a thick eyebrow, the slight turning of his head the only inclination he was listening.
The king continued, "What I said earlier, I take back some. I still desire you to take on a mate soon, however I shall extend the deadline to three months instead of one, as I had forgotten to include the time for. . .bonding." The king smirked at the slight jolt that came from the prince at the last word.
"And no, boy, I mean mental bonding. Physical bonding you may do *after* the ceremony, and only *after*. So you had better hurry if you wish to. . .satisfy yourself. That is all." The king regally swaggered away, purposefully sweeping his royal cloak into his son's face. Once away from hearing distance, the king dropped his cool demeanor and snickered at the expression that was on his son's face. 'Oh ho, that was priceless!'
Back to Vegeta, who was once again fuming. 'The nerve of him, ridiculing me like that!' "Satisfying myself. . .humph!" Vegeta muttered.
He then decided the only way to work off his irritation was to train.
And train he did.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hm, this doesn't look too bad. Can't be too old, I hope." A voice echoed out from the shadows of the old building. Crunching sounds were heard, the sound magnified by echoes of the empty building.
"Yum!" A loud belch was heard. "Now to train!" The mysterious person chirped, talking to no in particular.
And train he did.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
After several hours of strenuous training, Vegeta decided to take a break. After a small breather, the prince blasted off and flew randomly, allowing the gently blowing wind cool him off. Spotting a small stream nearby, he promptly dropped to quench his thirst with the crystal clear water. Gulping it down, Vegeta wiped his mouth and looked around, just for the sake of seeing where he was.
'Eh?' Vegeta quirked an eyebrow (A/N: Hm, he does that a lot. ^_^) as he spotted a crumbling building in the distance. 'I flew that far?' He thought. Shading his brow from the sun, Vegeta observed the old - was it a fotress?- that was about a kilometer away with his keen, Saiyan eyesight.
'Wow, I did fly pretty far. Looks like it's the old palace of some past king or some other.' Vaguely remembering the boring lessons he had gone through as a young princeling, Vegeta shrugged and decided to humor his sense of adventure.
And so he did.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Hyaah! Hyaaaah!" The voice continued to echo about , obvious evidence of the person training himself. From under black spiky locks of hair, ebony eyes glared at the imaginary enemy, brutal assaults immediately dealt to the invisible offender.
Wiping the sweat off his brow, the young man panted from slight exhaustion. Looking around at the old surroundings, he broke into a grin.
'I've been cooped up in here for so long! Guess its safe to replenish my food supply, and maybe get some fresh air. No one ever comes here anyway.'
"Yeah! I wanna go outside!" He whooped.
And so he did.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Vegeta, now pretty close to the old palace, paused and cocked his head. 'Did I just hear something?' Vegeta shook his head, dismissing it as his imagination. After all, who would live here? Not even wild animals seemed to hang around this odd place. Which was odd, considering that the palace was in the middle of a lush, green forest. Shrugging, Vegeta pushed this strange occurrence to the back of his mind.
Approaching the door, Vegeta placed a hand on the vine covered handle. . .
. . .and was immediately bowled over as the door burst open.
Black eyes met black eyes. Ebony met coal. Cheerful met cold. Shining met. . .and so on. (A/N: I wonder how many descriptions I could come up with about eyes. . .don't worry, I won't experiment here! *hastily assures readers who are backing away from fic*)
And so they met.
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Cliffy-ish. . .but not really. Please don't go away. . .I promise this'll be more exciting!!!