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In short, I do not claim ownership to any of the characters used in this story, except the character "Dubuita" who I do claim ownership to. This story is also of my own devise. Now, please enjoy my first fanfic.
ALIENS versus DRAGONBALL By Roger Shackelford (a.k.a. akilatem)
Vegeta could smell danger all around him. The enemy was everywhere. He knew it, he could feel it. The area was so dark, however, that he could not see his own hand in front of his face. But he could hear them making noises everywhere about him. He then heard feet shuffling on the ground in front of him. He was being attacked. The attacker sprang at him. Vegeta avoided it and counter acted with a cloths-line kick to the throat. It fell to the floor with a thud. Vegeta flipped around before another could attack. He had a mental lock on an enemy pressed against the wall. Before it could move, he nailed it in the head with a flying roundhouse kick. Another charged him from the left, whom he greeted with an uppercut jab to it's stomach fallowed by a donkey kick that sent it flying. Suddenly, Vegeta found himself on the ground. One of the attackers had somehow sent Vegeta to the ground. He quickly recovered with a kick-up, but was nailed in the chest by something that made his blood run. Before he knew it, Vegeta was back on the ground. The attacker now was pinning Vegeta to the ground. Vegeta struggled with all his might, but it didn't work. He felt something cold press against his forehead. Then a loud noise. After that, Vegeta knew nothing. He was dead.
The words "Game Over" flashed in red letters on Vegeta's vid- helmet. He was understandably mad. He had lost to that wuss Goku at some petty videogame. He heard Goku laugh to himself as he took his vid-helmet off.
"Is there something funny, Kakarott?," Vegeta said with his gear already off.
This was the 5th time Goku had beaten him at Fatal Fury VR, an updated remake to an old classic that Vegeta was quite fond of, until Goku started beating him at the "1 on 6 Dark Alley Brawl" mode.
"Are you wondering how I beat you?," Goku said.
"No, I'm thinking of doing the wild thing with your wife in a pretty bed of flowers," barked Vegeta, changing the tone of his voice at the last part of the insult.
"Man, Vegeta, you don't have to be vulgar to get your point across," Goku, a bit irritated at Vegeta's last remark.
"I"LL BE AS FUCKING VULGAR AS I FUCKING WANT!!! You pinned me to the ground and shot me between the eyes!" Vegeta, not holding back anymore.
"Vegeta!"
"There was no honor in what you did, Kakarott. Only pussies fight with guns!"
"Vegeta, IT WAS GAME!! You got any better ideas of what to do until we get to Purge 116!?"
Goku and Vegeta were on their way to train at a planet in the ass end of space. It was an ideal place for them to train. The gravity was only slightly stronger than that of Earth's, but the topography of the planet varied greatly, from lush tropical forests, to sub-zero ice caps, to hellish volcanic areas. Also, Vegeta could practice some of his more destructive moves without fear of another public endangerment suit.
"Yes, I can. Lets go train in the gravatron. On, wait, YOU BROKE IT!!!"
"OK, fine, I'm sorry I slipped on your sweat rag and spilled Gatoraid on the control panel. It was an a-c-c-I-d-e-n-t."
"Accidents can get you killed Kakarott."
Vegeta walked over to the co-pilot seat and picked-up his gym bag. He started going through it when Goku said ,"I know, how about some music?". Vegeta didn't answer.
"How about something old, like Creed maybe?". Vegeta once again did not answer, he just kept going through the bag. Vegeta briefly looked at the shirt he wore to his court hearing when he tried to do the Final Flash over Huston Texas when some asshole tried to take over the world. The shirt read "Fuck the Police".
Just as Goku was about to put in My Own Prison, a non- aggressive but low toned ,"Wait". Vegeta had found what he was looking for. He handed Goku a cd case that had a picture of a shadow of a hand, a hammer, and some blood. It was Vegeta's all time favorite album, Kill 'em All from MetallicA.
Vegeta simply said ,"Put on track 9"
Goku complied.
Vegeta thought to himself ,"Now this is the kind of music that makes me regret never taking up the guitar", as he nodded his head to the drum beat of his favorite son ,"Seek and Destroy". His eyes were closed as he leaned against the wall with an evil smile on his face.
In short, I do not claim ownership to any of the characters used in this story, except the character "Dubuita" who I do claim ownership to. This story is also of my own devise. Now, please enjoy my first fanfic.
ALIENS versus DRAGONBALL By Roger Shackelford (a.k.a. akilatem)
Vegeta could smell danger all around him. The enemy was everywhere. He knew it, he could feel it. The area was so dark, however, that he could not see his own hand in front of his face. But he could hear them making noises everywhere about him. He then heard feet shuffling on the ground in front of him. He was being attacked. The attacker sprang at him. Vegeta avoided it and counter acted with a cloths-line kick to the throat. It fell to the floor with a thud. Vegeta flipped around before another could attack. He had a mental lock on an enemy pressed against the wall. Before it could move, he nailed it in the head with a flying roundhouse kick. Another charged him from the left, whom he greeted with an uppercut jab to it's stomach fallowed by a donkey kick that sent it flying. Suddenly, Vegeta found himself on the ground. One of the attackers had somehow sent Vegeta to the ground. He quickly recovered with a kick-up, but was nailed in the chest by something that made his blood run. Before he knew it, Vegeta was back on the ground. The attacker now was pinning Vegeta to the ground. Vegeta struggled with all his might, but it didn't work. He felt something cold press against his forehead. Then a loud noise. After that, Vegeta knew nothing. He was dead.
The words "Game Over" flashed in red letters on Vegeta's vid- helmet. He was understandably mad. He had lost to that wuss Goku at some petty videogame. He heard Goku laugh to himself as he took his vid-helmet off.
"Is there something funny, Kakarott?," Vegeta said with his gear already off.
This was the 5th time Goku had beaten him at Fatal Fury VR, an updated remake to an old classic that Vegeta was quite fond of, until Goku started beating him at the "1 on 6 Dark Alley Brawl" mode.
"Are you wondering how I beat you?," Goku said.
"No, I'm thinking of doing the wild thing with your wife in a pretty bed of flowers," barked Vegeta, changing the tone of his voice at the last part of the insult.
"Man, Vegeta, you don't have to be vulgar to get your point across," Goku, a bit irritated at Vegeta's last remark.
"I"LL BE AS FUCKING VULGAR AS I FUCKING WANT!!! You pinned me to the ground and shot me between the eyes!" Vegeta, not holding back anymore.
"Vegeta!"
"There was no honor in what you did, Kakarott. Only pussies fight with guns!"
"Vegeta, IT WAS GAME!! You got any better ideas of what to do until we get to Purge 116!?"
Goku and Vegeta were on their way to train at a planet in the ass end of space. It was an ideal place for them to train. The gravity was only slightly stronger than that of Earth's, but the topography of the planet varied greatly, from lush tropical forests, to sub-zero ice caps, to hellish volcanic areas. Also, Vegeta could practice some of his more destructive moves without fear of another public endangerment suit.
"Yes, I can. Lets go train in the gravatron. On, wait, YOU BROKE IT!!!"
"OK, fine, I'm sorry I slipped on your sweat rag and spilled Gatoraid on the control panel. It was an a-c-c-I-d-e-n-t."
"Accidents can get you killed Kakarott."
Vegeta walked over to the co-pilot seat and picked-up his gym bag. He started going through it when Goku said ,"I know, how about some music?". Vegeta didn't answer.
"How about something old, like Creed maybe?". Vegeta once again did not answer, he just kept going through the bag. Vegeta briefly looked at the shirt he wore to his court hearing when he tried to do the Final Flash over Huston Texas when some asshole tried to take over the world. The shirt read "Fuck the Police".
Just as Goku was about to put in My Own Prison, a non- aggressive but low toned ,"Wait". Vegeta had found what he was looking for. He handed Goku a cd case that had a picture of a shadow of a hand, a hammer, and some blood. It was Vegeta's all time favorite album, Kill 'em All from MetallicA.
Vegeta simply said ,"Put on track 9"
Goku complied.
Vegeta thought to himself ,"Now this is the kind of music that makes me regret never taking up the guitar", as he nodded his head to the drum beat of his favorite son ,"Seek and Destroy". His eyes were closed as he leaned against the wall with an evil smile on his face.