Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Victory : Legends Never Die ❯ III ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Faia Saiyajin 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Martial Arts / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.25.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 444 | Visits: 186 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Supernatural / Occult / Martial Arts / Comedy / Adventure / Action | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 09.25.2002 | Pages: 1 | Words: 444 | Visits: 186 | Status: Completed
Chapter III:
Trunks and Goten, who were still tossing insults back and forth, felt the surge of ki. Trunks recognized it as his father's. "Papa?"
"Trunks." Goten's eyes were stern.
"Let's go." Trunks clasped his mother's hand. "I have a feeling Papa is in trouble."
"When is he not?" Buruma smiled weakly. "Go."
"We'll be back." He smiled, and waved, as he and Goten took to the air, out the open window, following his father's trail.
They hadn't been flying for more than a few minutes, when Son Gohan appeared beside Goten. "Hey bro." He nodded to his younger sibling. He was dressed in an orange and blue gi, much like his father. Gokou wasn't far behind. Apparently the two had been sparring, Gokou covered in the residual aura of the Super Saiyajin level.
"You sensed it to, eh?" Goten grinned.
"Yeah. It doesn't look good."
"I dunno guys... from what I can tell, the opposing fighter isn't evil. Their energy is too ... ah... what's the word you called it?" Gokou asked, his moronic nature getting the best of him.
"Complacent, Otousan. The word is complacent." Gohan helped his father.
"And that means....?" Goten, like his beloved Otousan, wasn't exactly a vocabulary powerhouse.
"I guess you could call it gentle. Like whoever Vejita is fighting doesn't really want to, but has no other choice."
Trunks looked away for a moment. Goten saw his reaction.
"Looks like your Poppa is starting shit again." the youngest Son said simply, the corner of his mouth twisted up in a wry grin.
"Goten!" Gokou corrected his son's foul mouth, which made Gohan laugh.
"Well, he's right. Vejita isn't what I'd call laid-back. Knowing him, whoever he's fighting against was probably just in his way. ....sorry, Trunks." Gohan apologized for the slander of Vejita. He'd nearly forgotten that Trunks was with them.
"No, you're right, Gohan. Father wasn't in a good mood when he left. He and Mother were arguing again." Trunks said, as the four of them stopped, within sight of the battlefield.
They saw Vejita, a blur of motion and power. His opponent was barely moving. "Oh, now THIS is rich." Goten cackled. "He's fighting a chick!!" Indeed, they had realized that Trunks' father was pitted against a woman.
"Yeah, but she's holding her own." Gohan nudged his little brother. "Wonder who she is..?"
"I dunno, but she's pretty strong." Gokou mused, stroking his chin with a finger. At that moment, Vejita let out a terrible roar, the air around them thick with ki, as he pushed himself to Super Saiyajin, everyone blinded by the swell of light that enveloped the Saiyajin no Ouji and his victim.
Trunks and Goten, who were still tossing insults back and forth, felt the surge of ki. Trunks recognized it as his father's. "Papa?"
"Trunks." Goten's eyes were stern.
"Let's go." Trunks clasped his mother's hand. "I have a feeling Papa is in trouble."
"When is he not?" Buruma smiled weakly. "Go."
"We'll be back." He smiled, and waved, as he and Goten took to the air, out the open window, following his father's trail.
They hadn't been flying for more than a few minutes, when Son Gohan appeared beside Goten. "Hey bro." He nodded to his younger sibling. He was dressed in an orange and blue gi, much like his father. Gokou wasn't far behind. Apparently the two had been sparring, Gokou covered in the residual aura of the Super Saiyajin level.
"You sensed it to, eh?" Goten grinned.
"Yeah. It doesn't look good."
"I dunno guys... from what I can tell, the opposing fighter isn't evil. Their energy is too ... ah... what's the word you called it?" Gokou asked, his moronic nature getting the best of him.
"Complacent, Otousan. The word is complacent." Gohan helped his father.
"And that means....?" Goten, like his beloved Otousan, wasn't exactly a vocabulary powerhouse.
"I guess you could call it gentle. Like whoever Vejita is fighting doesn't really want to, but has no other choice."
Trunks looked away for a moment. Goten saw his reaction.
"Looks like your Poppa is starting shit again." the youngest Son said simply, the corner of his mouth twisted up in a wry grin.
"Goten!" Gokou corrected his son's foul mouth, which made Gohan laugh.
"Well, he's right. Vejita isn't what I'd call laid-back. Knowing him, whoever he's fighting against was probably just in his way. ....sorry, Trunks." Gohan apologized for the slander of Vejita. He'd nearly forgotten that Trunks was with them.
"No, you're right, Gohan. Father wasn't in a good mood when he left. He and Mother were arguing again." Trunks said, as the four of them stopped, within sight of the battlefield.
They saw Vejita, a blur of motion and power. His opponent was barely moving. "Oh, now THIS is rich." Goten cackled. "He's fighting a chick!!" Indeed, they had realized that Trunks' father was pitted against a woman.
"Yeah, but she's holding her own." Gohan nudged his little brother. "Wonder who she is..?"
"I dunno, but she's pretty strong." Gokou mused, stroking his chin with a finger. At that moment, Vejita let out a terrible roar, the air around them thick with ki, as he pushed himself to Super Saiyajin, everyone blinded by the swell of light that enveloped the Saiyajin no Ouji and his victim.