/ / ❯ It's a Different World ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

It's a Different World

by: kyra_briefs@hotmail.com

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They say everyone in the universe has a twin. Everyone. Does that include the Briefs?

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"Woman, where's dinner?" Vegita called. The gruff Saiyan, dripping wet with sweat, walked down the stairs into Bulma's massive lab. He wiped his brow as the lab got hotter, his eyes scanning everywhere for his mate.

"It's Bulma, you jackass!"

Vegita twisted around and smiled. There was his Bulma, covered in oil and computer parts. "Well, woman, where's dinner? The brat and I are getting hungry."

"Later, your royal pain-in-the-ass," Bulma said. She took him by the hands and began to drag him off. "I want to show you something first!"

"Woman, I don't have time for this!" Vegita growled, grabbing his now oily hands back. "And I'm hungry!"

"Well I'm not making dinner until you see this, so the sooner you come, the sooner you can stuff your face!" Bulma remarked, placing her hands gruffly on her hips.

"Fine," Vegita growled in annoyance, causing Bulma to squeal in happiness. "But this better be quick!"

"It will, it will," Bulma ssured, pushing him forward. She then raced up to a large table and picked up what looked like a wrist watch. "It's my greatest invention yet!" Bulma exclaimed, holding it out.

Vegita took it, and for a moment he examined it with curious eyes while an anxious Bulma awaited his opinion. Finally, Vetgita grunted. "I hate to disappoint you, woman, but the wrist watch is not a new invention." He held it out to her.

Instead of taking it, however, Bulma flared. "Baka! It's not a wrist watch!" She immediately grabbed a remote on the table and pointed it at her invention. "Just watch!" Bulma exclaimed and, before Vetgita could react, she had pushed a button. Suddenly, a great light engulfed Vegita. Startled, he dropped the watch and Bulma calling his name was the last thing he heard before his whole world went black.

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Vegita opened his eyes, and a groan escaped his lips. His head felt like it had been bashed in a few times with a semi. He growled in irritance as he sat up, holding his throbbing head. "Bulma and her stupid inventions," he muttered. "What was that blasted woman trying to do, kill me?!"

Just then, the door opened. Vegita watched as Bulma came in with what looked and smelled like a bowl of hot soup. Her eyes lit up when she saw him. "Vegita! You're awake!" She immediately set the bowl down and sat at the end of the bed.

Vegita raised his head a bit. Bulma sure was acting strange…

"Vegita, I was so worried about you!" Bulma said, grabbing his hands, her eyes filling with tears. "Are you all right?"

Vegita, growling, pushed her away. "Of course I am, woman." He began to get out of bed, but Bulma was right there, pushing him back down. "Vegita, please… rest. Your body needs to rejuvenate. That last spell you had… really took a toll on you."

"What the Hell are you talking about?!" Vegita snapped, hopping out of bed despite the blue-haired woman's protests.

"Vegita, please!" Bulma begged, grabbing his hand.

Vegita eyed Bulma. What was up with her? Maybe she felt responsible for what she did but… Turning away, Vegita began to walk out the door. However, Bulma was right at his heels.

"Vegita, stop!" Bulma cried, jumping in front of the door. "You're not well and…"

Vegita narrowed his eyes. This was getting ridiculous!

"Vegita… your parents are here," Bulma murmured.

Vegita's eyes widened with shock. "What… in the Hell… did you say?"

"They were just worried about you, Vegita, and=" However, before Bulma could finish, Vegita had torn her away from the door and stormed out. He raced downstairs, where he felt two ki signatures, and stopped when he got to the living room. And he couldn't believe his eyes. His father, the regal Saiyan King, and his mother… dressed like old people.

The twp stood up right when he entered the room, and Vegita took a step back. He didn't like this scenario one bit. Everything spelled disaster.

"Vegita…" his mother spoke. Vegita closed his eyes. `This has to be a dream,' he thought… he hoped.

"Son, Bulma called us. We came down as soon as we could," said his father.

Vegita opened his eyes. "She… called you. Just picked up a Kami-damned phone and CALLED you?!" he hissed.

Bulma finally had made it there downstairs, and was immediately at Vegita's side. "Vegita, you shouldn't run like that," she said. "You know it's not good for your health."

"What?!" Vegita snapped.

"Son, you look tired," the once illustrious King said. "Perhaps you should rest a while."

"Kami shimatta!" Vegita hollered at him. "Why the Hell are you here?!" He pointed to the two. "You've been dead for years!"

"Vegita!" Bulma scolded. She walked in front of him and said in a calm voice, "Vegita, please. You've had a long day, rest please? Please? I know your parents coming here is odd to you… but they really are worried. And so am I."

"Kami shimatta, woman! Are you blind?! Are you deaf?!" Vegita hollered. "My `parents' are supposed to be dead! And even if they WERE alive, they wouldn't be wearing such common attire!" He glared at the two menacingly. "You say you are worried about me Bulma, but it seems like YOU'RE the one that's lost it!"

"He's getting worse," the King mumbled.

Vegita flared. "You wanna dance, old man? Since when did you give a shit about my health anyway? I say we end this right now and-"

"Vegita!" Bulma cried, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Please stop… you need to settle down…"

Suddenly, Vegita felt a prick on his neck. He recognized immediately what was happening as his eyes became heavy. "Damn you… woman…" he growled. The last thing he remembered seeing was his son, Trunks, dressed like a snooty rich kid, peering around the corner.

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A man that looked surprisingly like Vegita fluttered his eyes open. He groaned as he rolled over on his side. He was getting worse, he knew. The last spell he had had really taken it's toll on him. He felt so weak he could barely sit up.

"Vegita, you're awak!"

Vegita lied back down as his wife, Bulma, entered the room. `No use getting her all worried,' he figured.

"Vegita I'm so, SO sorry!" Bulma said. "I didn't calibrate my calculations correctly for an adult male… I'm sorry."

Vegita blinked. "What are you talking about?"

"You… don't remember?" Bulma asked, now a little worried.

Vegita shook his head.

"Vegita… are you all right?" Bulma asked, sitting by him. "You look a little flush."

"I'm just a little weak from earlier," Vegita explained.

"You said you didn't remember earlier."

"I mean before that."

Bulma eyed him curiously. Slowly, she bent down and gave him a long kiss. After a moment, she pulled apart and cried, "You're not Vegita!"

"What do you mean, Bulma, of course I'm-" However, he did not have time to finish as Bulma tore off a leg of a chair and broke it over his head.

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Vegita opened his eyes, the recent events still fresh in his mind. He was more confused than ever. When he sat up, he saw Trunks, dressed in the same ridiculous outfit, staring at him.

"What do you want?" Vegita demanded.

Trunks sighed. "Mama said you were really, really sick today," the little boy said.

"Your mother is the one that's sick," he growled, hopping out of bed. "Damn woman is sick in the head. And why are you wearing those ridiculous cloths?!" It was just getting pitiful to watch him dressed like that.

"Mommy picked them out for me," Trunks replied simply.

Vegita froze suddenly. She picked them out for him? Bulma? HIS Bulma? Trunks agreed to let Bulma do his shopping? He knew right there and then that he was not in Tokyo anymore.

Vegita raced down the stairs, but began to slow down as he neared the bottom. The last thing he wanted was for this Bulma, or whoever she was, to catch him.

"Papa, papa, are you ok?" the little 8-year-old boy wrapped his arms around his father's leg.

"Quiet, boy!" Vegita hissed. These little acts of worry were REALLY getting on his nerves. He began to walk off, Trunks following on his heels. Finally, he came to Bulma's lab. He opened up the door… and froze. "It's a GREENHOUSE?!"

"Yes, of course."

Vegita cringed as he turned around to face this place's Bulma.

"Vegita, what are you doing out of bed?" Bulma demanded. "You should be resting!"

Vegita hated this situation. He didn't know what had happened, but he knew it had something to do with Bulma's `wristwatch,' and now he was being drilled by this Bulma every second! What a nice place he landed himself in, he mused. He didn't know what to do, but he felt deep down in his heart that his Bulma would figure it out, hopefully soon. For now…

"I'm taking the kid for a walk," Vegita said, thinking quickly.

Trunks's eyes lit up. "You ARE?!"

"Well… ok, Vegita, if you feel strong enough."

Vegita tried desperately to contain himself from breaking down in laughter right there and then.

"Yea, Papa, let's go, let's go!" Trunks cried, grabbing his father's hand and running off.

"Trunks, behave!" Bulma hollered after him.

Vegita led Trunks far from the house, not near roads or cities, but into the great wilderness. They stopped right before they hit the trees.

"Papa, why are we here?" Trunks demanded once they stopped walking.

Vegita turned to his… er… his place's Trunks, and smirked. "Do you spar, boy?"

"Um… well…" Trunks looked nervous. "Mom… doesn't want me to… but I think it's fun!"

"All right then," Vegita said, walking a ways from Trunks. He stopped about 10 feet away, and turned to face him. "Go ahead, let's see what you've got!"

"But… but Papa! I've been training under Master Roshi… and…"

Vegita frowned. "Not anymore you're not! I'm training you now!"

A long-awaited smile crept up the child's face. Immediately, he tossed down his shirt and got into a fighting stance.

"Now attack me!" he ordered.

Trunks blinked. "But Papa… Mamma said-"

"Forget what she said!" Vegita growled. "Attack me NOW!"

Trunks licked his lips, and ran at his father. He shot his fist at his father's stomach, and was glad to se he easily blocked it. However, as he kept shooting blows at him, his happiness turned to anger. How could he block every punch?! Suddenly forgetting his place, Trunks flipped back and fired a large beam of ki at him. He didn't even realize what he had done until it hit.

"Oh no, Papa!" Trunks cried. He ran up to Vegita, now worried, but was suddenly tossed back to the ground. When he shot up, he saw that the smoke had cleared, and there stood his father, his hand held out, looking as though the blast didn't even phase him.

"You better do better than that," Vegita mused, "if you ever want to get an attack in!"

Trunks's eyes lit up, and he jumped back up in a fighting position.

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When the Vegita look-alike awoke, he felt aweful. He wanted so bad to pass out just to get the burning pain out of his chest. However, he couldn't even move. Why? Because Bulma had tied him to a chair.

"All right, you!"

Vegita jumped as Bumla's figure came into his view, causing him to tip over in the chair. He groaned as the chair's legs crushed beneath him.

"Who are you?!" Bulma demanded. She grabbed the stranger by his shirt collar, pulling him up to his knees.

"I'm Vegita… Bulma…" the man said in an exhausted tone.

Bulma tilted `Vegita's' head up so his eyes met hers. "You're not MY Vegita," she said.

Vegita's eyes left Bulma for a moment, and he silently gasped. This room… was a large lab. He turned back to Bulma, looking at her with confused and frightened eyes. Bulma backed up a bit.

"Where am I?" Vegita coughed.

"In my lab at home," Bulma explained. "You sure don't look well."

"I haven't been…. for a while…" Vegita replied. "No one knows what it is… and you… and you look exactly like my wife, Bulma."

Bulma gasped, realization hitting her lke a kick in the face. "The Overron T-5 9! It must have… it must have created a gateway to another dimension! You must be from another dimension!" She slowly fell to her knees. "And Vegtia…"

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WHAM!

Trunks went flying through the air, crashing into a large tree. He growled in irritance as he got up, aching from head to toe. However much in pain he was, however, he was enjoying the sparing match with his father. His father, so oddly strong now, after being ill for 5 years. `He's over it,' he thought happily. `We can do all the things we missed on!' He smiled a very large smile.

"Ka me ha me ha!"

Vegita turned suddenly as the blast flew at him. Frowning, he held up his defense as it hit.

Goten ran up to his best friend, Trunks, grabbing his tiny arm. "Come on, Trunks, I stunned him, now let's run!" Goten cried. "He won't hurt you any more!"

"Goten!" Trunks cried when Goten tried to run off with him. "Stop, that's my father!"

Goten's eyes widened with shock. "What?! You mean - oh my gosh! I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry!" The boy ran up to check on his friend's father, but, like Trunks, he was knocked to the floor.

Trunks ran up to his friend, grinning. "My Dad's better now," he said. "and he's REALLY strong!"

Goten blinked. "Really?"

Trunks nodded. "Yea, he's been training me!"

Vegita snickered. "What say we make this a little interesting?" he spoke. "Goten, Trunks attack me!"

Goten looked at Trunks, making sure he heard right. Trunks nodded in excitement.

Trunks immediately powered up, and Goten followed. The two then shot at an awaiting Vegita… and were knocked down by a familiar figure.

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"Rise and shine, sleepy-head!" Bulma walked about a guestroom , putting away some medical supplies. Right on the bed beside her was Vegita… or was it Vegita? At any rate, he sure looked an sounded like him.

Vegita put his hand to his head. "What happened?" he asked.

Bulma sighed. "You passed out. And while you were unconscious, I examined you. You have a very extraneous and very new type of cancer. There's been only one other person on record that's had the same thing you do."

Vegita closed his eyes. "And what was the result?"

"He died. 15 years ago."

Vegita opened his eyes. "How long had he had this?"

"5 years," said Bulma. She smiled. "There's no cure, but there is a loop hole…"

Vegita looked curious.

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"Goten, Trunks, what are you doing?" Goku demanded. He had run between the three just before they had collided.

Goten and Trunks stood up, powering down. "But I was just-"

"Goten!" Goku scolded. Softer he said, "Why don't you and Trunks go play, ok? I want to talk to Vegita."

`Talk?' thought Vegita. `With Kakorott? Shoot me now.'

"Yes, sir," Goten and Trunks said solemnly. With that, the two ran off.

"You ok, Vegita?" Goku asked, turning to his friend.

"If I hear that question again, Kakorott," Vegita hissed, "I will kill the next person that says it!"

Goku blinked as Vegita stepped pat him. "Vegita… whose Kakorott?"

Vegita stopped and growled. "Goku, whatever." `Bulma, you had better get me out of this soon or I'm going to go completely insane,' he thought.

"Bulma said you're getting worse," Goku said, walking up to Vegita. "She also said… that your parents are here."

"Well, Goku," he said, cringing at the name Goku, "She is right. I'm am getting worse." `To the brink of insanity.' "But my parents are fucking DEAD!"

Hi hollar echoed through the land, causing the birds to take to the air in a hurry. He frowned deep.

"You wanna… go hang at a bar?" Goku volunteered. "I know you don't care to be around your parents…"

Vegita faced Goku. "Didn't you hear a word I said, Kakorott?" he growled. "They. Are. Dead."

"Vegita… you don't look too good," Goku said with concern.

That did it. Vegita's eye twitched in annoyance. These people were driving him insane! He didn't know what the Hell kind of place this was, but it was really pissing him off. To Goku he yelled, "All right, Kakorott! Enough of this! I'm sick of this Hell! There's only one way I know of to get out of it and it's this - we fight!"

"Wait, Vegita-"

Vegita silenced Goku just then as he punched him in the face. Goku went flying back and landed on his feet, looking quite shocked.

Vegita ran up to Goku to deal another blow, but this time Goku blocked.

"Vegita!" Goku cried as he tried desperately to block his friend's attacks. "How'd you get so strong?!"

"I TRAIN!" Vegita yelled, punching him Goku in the stomach. He flipped back and landed on his feet, staring down at the injureed warrior.

For some odd reason, Vegita himself felt exhausted, like he was in the gravitron. All of a sudden he felt so… heavy.

Goku slowly stood up, noticing Vegita. He was breathing heavily and he really didn't too good. "Vegita…" Goku tried, but was at a loss for words.

Vegita shut his eyes as he fell to his knees, one hand on the ground supporting him up, and the other clutching his chest. He couldn't even begin to imagine what was wrong with him. It was so incredibly odd…

"Vegita, let me help you." Goku went to help Vegita up, but Vegita just pushed him away. "I don't need your help, Kakorott!" he heaved.

Goku, frowning, tried again. This time he got Vegita to his feet and, putting his arm around him for support, began to help him home.

`If anyone sees me like this,' he thought, `I'm going to turn this planet to rubble!'

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"Here, Vegita, take a seat. I'll make you some soup." Bulma motioned to the look-alike to take a seat on the kitchen table, and he immediately obeyed.

Just then, Trunks came skipping in. "Mom, I'm hungry!" the boy cried. He then looked over to Vegita and blinked. "Dad… you don't look well… are you ok?"

"Trunks, that's not your father!" Bulma corrected as she opened up a few cans of soup.

"What?!" Trunks cried. "Mom, NOW you tell me this? Shouldn't you have informed me of this a long time ago? I mean - I've BEEN calling him father for years now! Oh no, please don't say my Papa is that Yamucha freak!"

Vegita eyed Trunks.

"No, Trunks, honey, Vegita is your father."

"But you just said-"

"He's not Vegita." Bulma stopped making the soup. "Well he IS Vegita, but he's not your father."

If only someone had a camera at that moment to capture the precious look on Trunks's face. He shook his head. "That's what happens when I ask for Mom's so-called cooking…" and he walked off.

"Hey!" Bulma cried.

"You said there's a loop hole," Vegita brought up. "What is it?"

"Easy. We call upon the eternal dragon and wish your disease away," Bulma stated.

"What? Wish?" Vegita asked in disbelief.

"Yea," said Bulma. "It's a long story…" she trailed off, her eyes going wide.

"What?" asked Vegita, afraid that this would not work.

"Damnit!" Bulma cried, punching the counter. "Damnit damnit damnit damnit! The dragonballs won't be active for another month! Damn Krillen and his desperate need for a lifetime supply of hair gel!"

"What… does that mean?" Vegita inquired.

"It means I hope Vegita's not in any hurry to come home," Bulma mumbled.

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`I want to go home,' Vegita thought to himself as Goku helped him back to Capsule Corp. "Kakorott," he growled to Goku, "if you mention this to anyone-"

Goku was taken aghast. "Not even Bulma?"

"Especially not Bulma."

"But Vegita-"

"I'm sick of that damned woman coddling me like an infant!" Vegita hollared.

Goku frowned. "That's not a very wise decision, Vegita."

`Goku uses his brain to think and my son is dressed like a pansy,' thought Vegita. `It's official now. I've completely lost it.'

"Vegita… you're getting worse, I can tell," Goku continued. "You need to tell Bulma at least."

Vegita suddenly pushed Goku away, standing in a sort of fighting stance. "Look you little maggot," Vegita growled. "This is NOT me! I'm NOT sick, I don't need anybody's help, and I sure don't need everybody constantly telling me I do!"

Goku frowned. Vegita was acting so odd, so angry. He figured it must have finally gotten to him. It was as though he were in denial.

Vegita sighed deep as he slumped down, falling again to his knees. He couldn't understand it. He had NEVER felt like this before, ever! And there was that blasted moron Goku trying to help him again. "Saiyans don't get sick," the proud Prince growled.

"What's a Saiyan?" Goku asked as he helped him to his feet.

"WHAT?!" Vegita hollared. "Are you telling me you're a Kami-shimatta HUMAN?!"

Goku looked at Vegita oddly. "Yes…" he said. "We're humans."

Vegita tore away from Goku, taking a leap back. "All right, enough is enough, Kakorott!" he snarled. "I am Vegita, Prince of Saiyans, and strongest warrior in the universe! I'm not ill, although the question of my sanity still looms above me! I'm sick of all your low-life concerns, especially from a stupid, third-callss baka like you!" He pointed an evil hand at Goku.

To Be Continued…