Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Demons of the Past ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

First chapter is up! Finally.

Took me a while to write it. I've been getting ideas for later in the story, thanks to the tiger over there *points to sleeping Ashur*. Apparently, she wants Gohan to take over the story.

Anastasia: Yeah, stupid Gohan. *whacks him in the head*

Gohan: Oww! Hey!

Hey, Anastasia, don't you have your own authoress to be musing to (she anonymous celebtrity's muse)?

Anastasia: She's stuck cause she's so damn guilty. (her story is Falls the Shadow. Gundam Wing. Very good. Go read it, AFTER you read this.)

*sigh* Well, that's something you have to fight out with her. Since you're hear, why don't you do the disclaimer since Ashur went to sleep on me?

Anastasia: Sure. *ahem* Kae Kae does not own Dragonball Z, or else she would be a millionaire and be a very very sick person like Akira Toriyama. Also, you cannot sue her because she owns nothing. And Gohan cannot sue me for the knot on the back of his head.

Gohan: You didn't give me a knot on the back…

Anastasia: *WHACK*

Gohan: O_O Now I might.

Anastasia: Now read the story! Or else I will…

NO! No threats… also, thank you anonymous celebrity for beta reading!

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Chapter 1

Vegeta was having a very bad day.

Not that the day itself was a bad one. It was actually gorgeous, the sky a beautiful blue nearly void of any clouds. The sun warmed the Earth with its beams, and even though Capsule Corp. was in the middle of West City, the birds flocked the front lawn, singing and chirping to their heart's desires.

However, none of this helped settle the frustrated Saiyan. The sky was too blue, the sun too bright, and those damn birds too shrill. Not to mention that Trunks had been pestering him all morning about how he had to have some contraption that some company decided all children, including Trunks, should have, and Bulma had been nagging him about how he should help out around the house some instead of training all the time.

And worst of all: he had to go to a picnic at the Son house.

Vegeta gave an aggravated sigh and turned back to face the Capsule Corp. building. Mrs. Briefs stood fussing with Trunks' hair, as Trunks tried to wiggle away. Dr. Briefs watched the two of them from next to the doorway, the ever-present cat perched on his shoulder. Bulma, not surprisingly, wasn't ready yet. Vegeta sighed again, making his way toward his son to save him from his grandmother's grasp as Bulma rushed out, wearing a black tank top and khaki skirt that came down to mid thigh, throwing things into her purse and barking orders at Trunks to hurry up. In spite of his sour mood, he couldn't help but smirk at the irony of her statement.

Bulma stopped abruptly in front of Vegeta. "What's that smirk for? We're going to be late!" The smirk disappeared from Vegeta's face and he narrowed his eyes. Bulma knew his patience was wearing thin.

Bulma released a small sigh of her own and stepped behind her husband. Slowly she began to knead his tense shoulders. Vegeta's body immediately started to relax under her fingers. "This won't be all that bad, you know," Bulma muttered softly in his ear. "Besides," she continued, her voice taking a playful tone, "if you're good, I might make this all worth your while…"

Vegeta smiled, thinking of all the ways Bulma could reward his good behavior. `Perhaps today isn't as bad as I first thought…'

"EWW! Why are you two being mushy? That's embarrassing… and we're going to be late!" Trunks yelled from his place next to the air craft. Bulma immediately took her hands off Vegeta's shoulders and made her way to her son.

`No, today is definitely a terrible day.' With that thought and a low growl, Vegeta followed his mate to the airplane.

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The Son yard was in complete chaos.

"Gohan, are you trying to swallow her face?"

"No, you idiot, he's just swallowing her tongue!"

"Hey! I… I wasn't! What are you two doing spying?"

"Ahhh! It caught fire!"

"Goku, I told you to stay away from that! Now look what you did!"

"Don't worry Chi Chi, I'll still eat it."

"Of course you will! You eat everything!"

"Something smells good!"

"Goten, it's burnt."

"So? Oh, and Dad, Gohan's swallowing Videl."

"Swallowing Videl?"

"What were you doing Gohan!?"

"Uh… nothing, Mom! We were talking!"

"Um, Chi Chi, the fire's growing."

"Marron, watch out! That's hot!"

"Waaaahhh!"

Vegeta watched 18 pick up her daughter, shooting a nasty look at Goku in the process, Gohan trying to explain to his mother exactly what he was doing with Videl, completely flustered, and Goku finally extinguishing the fire he created. Yamcha and Krillin had been having a civilized conversation until Marron burst into tears, which immediately pulled Krillin out of the conversation and over to his daughter. The Ox King emerged from the house carrying lemonade, which he immediately flung onto the remains of the fire, drenching Goku in the process. Master Roshi talked to Bulma in a low tone, and no doubt by the look on Bulma's face it was perverted.

`Hopefully he's not trying to advance on Bulma. I'd hate to have to kill an old man.'

Vegeta and Piccolo sat off to the side, trying to get as far from the mayhem as they possibly could. Piccolo, Vegeta knew, was only there at Gohan's request. Piccolo would probably gouge out his own eyes if it would benefit Gohan any.

However, that didn't mean that Piccolo was any happier being there than Vegeta. Once being evil sort of had a hindrance on social skills.

Vegeta focused his attention back on the masquerade that was unfolding before him. On any given day, this *might* have amused the Saiyan Prince to some extent. Today, however, it just frustrated him. He was wasting a perfectly good afternoon of training to watch Goku set his yard on fire, Gohan get himself in trouble with Chi Chi, and Goten pick burnt bits of food off the ground and sniff them suspiciously while Trunks looked on, disgusted. `Well, at least my boy has some sense…'

"Do you think he'll actually eat some of that?" Piccolo asked, breaking the silence that was between them.

"Hard to tell," Vegeta replied. "He is Kakarrot's son."

Chi Chi answered their question by taking the food from Goten, who quickly lost interest in the burnt food altogether and started playfully chasing Trunks around the yard. Trunks had just pinned Goten onto the ground when Bulma broke them up, complaining that she didn't want to be removing grass stains from the khakis she made her son wear. Trunks proceeded to whine, something that Vegeta *hated*.

Vegeta started making his way to Trunks to yell at him to stop whining and listen when he felt a strange flair of energy in the distance. `That feels oddly familiar, yet different…'

"Woah. Do you guys feel that?" voiced Gohan, who of course had also been alerted by the alien energy. The Z fighters faced in the direction of the approaching unknown, raising their guards ever so slightly.

It wasn't long before the ones behind the energy came into view. Five beings flew together that, although varying in size and shape, were of the same race. Each was a different shade of gray or black, wearing predominately dark, blood red armor. Their eyes were fairly large, and were outlined by a different shade of gray or black, the outline being lighter or darker than each one's skin tone. As they drew closer, lines became visible on their arms, the shade matching the outlines of their eyes.

It was obvious from their expressions this was not to be a friendly visit.

They landed in the Son's yard, two up front, three hanging back. One of the two in the front was tall with broad shoulders. His appeared light overall, with light gray skin and snow white hair that reached just below his shoulders. The feature that separated him from the rest were his eyes. While the three in the background had gray eyes, his eyes appeared as a piercing blue, cold and emotionless. Next to him stood a being of average height with almost black hair and paler skin than his companion's. His eyes matched the blood red armor the three in back wore, and his eyes were bordered in black. A dark crimson circlet rested on smaller one's head, identifying him as the leader of the alien race.

The alien ruler turned to Vegeta, his face contorting into an icy smirk. "Prince Vegeta. We've finally found you."

Vegeta's eyes grew wide with realization. Now he understood why the energy felt oddly familiar. "Yug."

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Ah, the art of cliffhangers. Now you're going to have to come back to see what this is all about.

Question: Should I start using Japanese names for things. Like ki instead of energy? Your opinion would be appreciated, since I'm writing this thing for you to read.

Next chapter: Who the hell are these guys? And what do they want with Vegeta?

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