Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon Ball X: A Love Story ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

Dragon Ball X

A Love Story

Chapter 1

It started seven years ago. I was twenty-two and a senior in college. Wow, that means right now I am almost thirty! Anyways. It had been four years since my last relationship. That had not ended very well. It was in High School and it ended up strangely like the Carrie movies did. Such drama.

At the time, I did not think it was all drama. At the time it had been me killing my girlfriend, her actual boyfriend, blowing up their house, most of their neighborhood then going home and killing myself. But that is a separate story. The main point was, I was revived by my loving parents. Eventually anyways. My mother claims she had to save the world first. The world?! Is that more important than her precious baby? Whatever.

Oh yes. College. For some odd reason, my father had decreed that if I wanted a piece of the multi-large-dollar-amount family company that was Capsule Corporations, then I would have to suffer through a institution of higher learning. That was a crock of shit if I ever heard one. Who ever heard of Saiya-jin in college?

He said he went to college. There goes that theory. I told him he could keep his damn company. He said that I wouldn't get anything unless I went to school. Since my talents in this part of life mainly consisted of killing things, I decided I would go through with school so that I wouldn't end up flipping burgers or putting on new roofs. Briefs kids didn't do that kind of work. At least, not without being disowned.

That makes my family sound completely horrible. But at the same time it makes sense. My father always had a fan club that chased him around to the point where he hid indoors. While it had dwindled effectively with his age, I am finding that women can be quite the effective stalkers.

So in college, I was getting a masters degree in business administration. How silly is that? Like I was going to end up running a huge corporation or something. The sad part was, I was still living at home. Most kids move out the second they are eighteen. Oh no, not in this family.

My father never moved out. Grandma Bulma never moved out. They argue that the residential building of Capsule Corporations is huge, so why leave? There is plenty of space for a family twice the size of it was now. Of course Bulma never took into consideration that while she may be able to handle one unruly Saiya-jin, that she might have to take care of two. Two unruly Saiya-jin that loved to fight, break things, argue and be very loud and obnoxious in general.

Ah. My mother. How I love thee. It is amazing how when you add another Saiya-jin into the picture, all the training to be civilized with the first one goes out the window. Not to mention they lose about three or four decades of mental age. Vegeta had been downright civilized and could pass as an extremely pissed off and irritated Earthling, from what I hear. There is no way that same label applies now.

Anyways, Mom moved in because she decided that she liked Dad I guess. I am not quite sure what brought those two together. I am also not quite sure what keeps them together. You think they would get so pissed at each other that they would have split by now. They are not exactly lovebirds. The time they spend together, half the time they are fighting. But they seem to like it I guess. Maybe Dad just needed a woman who wouldn't baby him.

Anyways, Vegeta and Alex, together, in a room. Is just ugly. Everything is a competition or a game. One with breakable pieces. Even if those pieces are the people living there. Usually, they wake up before the crack of dawn, disappear in their training room, which breaks down at least three times a week from misuse or overuse. Then they come out around eight and eat all the food. Then they go back out until lunch. By this time, someone has restocked the fridge. Or fridges. We have at least four in there. No joke.

Then they are back in until five. You think after training all day, that they would be tired. Especially Vegeta, he isnt as young as he used to be. In fact, he is pretty old. Seventy something I think.

Not that you could tell. He still looks like he is only thirty. Dad still looks my age. So that means, I probably wont have to shave yet until I am forty.

Anyways, you might be able to see now, why I wouldn't want to being a woman here, let alone raise a family. While I was raised to be able to go out in public without breaking something or hurting someone, I cant say the same about all my relatives. So I have to move out first. Not to mention my mother and grandfather would be so amazed that I had a girlfriend at all, they may not feel the need to knock in their attempt to see for themselves. That would be a relationship killer.

I speak from experience. A woman, that was not my girlfriend, and I, were acting out some consensual.. uh. Playtime. Anyways, halfway through, I guess my grandfather and my mother open the door and peek in. I have to give them credit, for they were trying to be subtle and were not trying to ruin the evening, but there is NOTHING subtle about a large portion of black spiky hair sticking through ones doorway. I didn't see it mind you, but she did.

Vegeta says I cant prove it was him. As if there is any other pointed haired individuals around.

My Dad discreetly said I might try to rent a hotel room. As if he has ever had sex. I know for a fact that I am an only child. I don't know if Mom has ever forgiven him for knocking her up the first time.

Anyways, back to college.

I met this particular individual her freshman year, as she was two years my junior in both grade and age. When I met her, I didn't think there was anything particular about her. I was used to be surrounded and chased by good looking women. Her blue hair just reminded me of my mother, aunt and grandmother. Which is actually a turn off. She had been working in the library and actually asked me for ID. I was shocked. I knew she knew who I was, but was dinging me anyways. Kinda like bartenders asking old people for ID before serving them for a drink.

I, of course. Didn't have my ID on me. Didn't think I would need it. I did, however, need this book to finish my thesis paper.

"Hey, do you need a bribe or something? I really need this book." I had asked her.

I had been a little short tempered as I already had to wait a month for this book since it was out. This school was Ivy League, meaning they didn't give a shit whose kid you were, or how much money you had. You had to wait for books just like everyone else.

"No. I need your ID." Was what she said then. I blinked as if she didn't hear me or something.

"I don't have it." I said then. I couldn't believe this was happening. My boil was starting to percolate.

"I am sorry sir, but I cannot let you check out the book without your ID." She said all that without a smirk or anything. She wasn't playing around. She seriously was not going to let me check out my book.

"Alright then. Just one moment." I said shortly. I turned around and pulled my cell phone from my pocket. I dialed a number and let it ring.

"Yellow?" Came a goofy voice on the other end.

"Grandpa, why do you have Zoel's phone?" I asked, sounding rather exasperated at this point.

"Uh…He left it here." Gokou said on the other line. "He was over helping your grandmother ChiChi cook dinner."

"Do you know where he is at?" I asked trying to sound civil. If I act too irritated, Gokou will ask why, and I would have to explain it to him. Because if I didn't, he would instant transmission to my location and ask why. Then I would have to explain to the librarian how a man appeared out of no where.

"No. He left with that new girlfriend of his. The blond one." Gokou said on the other line, instant cheery voice.

"They have been dating for two years Grandpa. She is hardly new." Zoerinthian sighed. This might take awhile. Peeking over his shoulder, he could see the librarian had moved to help someone else in line.

"Well. I don't keep track of all you kids. My memory isnt what it used to be." He said on the other line. His memory was fine when he wanted it to be. I still think he wished we were still kids. Kids who just wanted to visit their Grandpa Gokou and play with him all day. Sixty and the man was still a kid himself. Which was awesome sometimes.

But at times like now, it wasn't.

"Grandpa, can you do me a favor?" I asked. I knew he would do it of course. I just had to coach him so that he wouldn't appear out of midair. I ducked behind some shelves to a secluded corner. "I.T. to me."

"Okay. Let me tell ChiChi where I am going." Gokou said happily.

"Okay, hurry." I said pretending to look at some law books as people passed by. Some waved, so I waved back.

A few moments later he came back to the phone. I don't know why he set it down, it's a cell phone.

"Where am I going?" Gokou asked on the other line. I could have cheerfully strangled him.

"My school." I answered on the phone.

I heard him say "His school" on the other line. Then I felt a soft bamph behind me. I put away my cell phone.

"I am here!" I heard him exclaim excitedly behind me. He was still talking on the phone. "Hey, its busted."

"Here. Let me turn it off. I hung up." I said taking the phone and pocketing it. "I will meet up with Zoel later and give it to him."

"Okay. What favor did you need Kiddo?" Gokou said getting down to business. At least for a moment anyways. "Gee, this is a big library you got here. What kind of books are here?"

"Mostly boring ones. Can you I.T. over to Capsule Corporations and grab my school ID out of my room? I am sure someone can show you where to find it if you cant find it."

"I am sure I can manage." Gokou said with a grin. He then did a little twirl. "Be back in a few!"

Some people rounded the bookcase and raised eyebrows. Lovely. Now it looked like I was talking to myself.

Well. I guess looking crazy isnt that bad. If you are a scientist, then it is desirable. I shall just blame any insanity on my scientist relatives. Though it would really be from the Saiya-jin. I don't care what anyone says. All the Saiya-jin I have EVER met, are all loonier than fuck on some level.

Time wore on longer. I sat down in a bench bored, waiting for Gokou to come back. Looking at the clock, the chances of my grandfather suddenly showing up before the library's closing time looked more and more bleak. He probably got sidetracked. It was really easy to sidetrack someone with a mental age not to much higher than a kid.

An hour had passed. I now had about five minutes before the library closed.

"The computer says you have been waiting for that book for a long time now. Three months. If you leave, then it goes to the next person."

It was the librarian. I didn't have the heart to be nasty, or even mean to her. My grade was in the toilet, along with my damn near perfect G.P.A.

"Yeah." Was all I could say, staring at the carpet in thought.

"You sent someone to get your ID for you, and they never came back did they?"

"Nope." I replied.

"Go ahead and take it with you. You can check it out under my name."

I looked up at her quizzically. "Why-?"

"At first I thought you were some arrogant kid. But then when I watched you sit here, for a couple hours after that man you were talking to left, it became apparent that he wasn't going to come back and that you had been stood up. I half expected you to storm out of here after I nailed you for the ID."

"Oh. Thank you."

"What is your name?"

"Zoerinthian."

"Aiko. Nice to meet you Zoerinthian."

I smiled at her. "Nice to meet you too."