Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Family Vacation ❯ Family planning… ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Family Vacation



Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z—although I really, really wish I did—but I don’t own said shows or any other Manga I may write about and am not making any profit from this Fiction… So now you know I don’t own a damn thing—DON’T SUE my ass!!! Thank you and Enjoy.



Rating: X for language and strong sexual content OOC



Pair: G/CC, V/B, G/M, T/P, and G/B


Summary: Chi-chi and Bulma are tired of the same ol, same ol…so the two plan a vacation for the Summer on one of the tropical islands Bulma happens to own but never visited. Meanwhile Goku and Vegeta are suckered into going to an island on some ‘vacation’ they had no clue their wives planned. The fighters friends and family tag along for the trip. Lots of pranks and maybe some violence although truth be told I'm not very good at writing violence. And of course some unexpected sexual encounters!!



A/N: I feel I should warn you about the extreme OOC-ness of this particular fic. BTW I advanced Pan and Burma's ages to be leveled with Trunks, Goten and Marron's age. There’ll be a lot of swearing in this awesome fic, some lemons that will be spicy yet romantic—but not until later. There will be a lot of girl swapping, prank pulling, craziness (by the way I'm not used to doing fighting scenes)…and I sincerly hope you love it…please review and leave a comment on this and Northern High and my other works please. I’ll reeeeaaaaalllllyyyyyy appreciate it…thank you and on with the story….




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=============================The day before: At Capsul Corp===========================




Chi-chi sighed, looking at her friend slave away in her lab, then replied as she tapped her fingers on the desk, “Do you think we’re all in a rut?”





“No…I don’t, why?” she said distractedly as she looked under the machine to fix some malfunction.



She frowned then answered, “I don’t know…it seems like everybody is doing the exact same thing everyday…”





Bulma stopped what she was doing then asked, “And you say that because?”


Chi-chi stood to her feet then answered, “It’s the same thing everyday…You’re fixing on something in here…me slaving over a hot stove all day and bitching about Goku training all the time—Gohan working all day everyday, Goten trying to spend time with some loose girl and Vegeta training constantly trying to best Goku at something or another. Not to mention Pan…training all the time trying to be her grandfather and trying to prove how grown up she is…”





“And Burma shopping all day while Trunks is stuck at his desk at work…”



“The same routine…” they both said in unison.





Bulma paused, shock rippling through her, “You’re absolutely right…we need to do something to shake things up…” she then tapped her pen on the table, and said with resolve,  “We need to come up with a plan.”





“I couldn't agree with you more…” Chi-chi then grinned evilly then said, “What do you have in mind?”



“Well I'm thinking of going to one of my islands for a much needed vacay—afterall I do have to check how things are going over there—seeing if the business and the resort are still in the up and up. So it would be a little bit of work and alot of playtime. But first we have to see if the guys are up for it.” Bulma said as she stopped tapping her pen as she considered what her husband would want. He would probably say—not no—but HELL NO to the suggestion that he be parted from his precious training tool—the Hyperbolic Chamber—for even a day. God she regretted building that thing—regretted fixing that thing every time he managed to break it.





Chi-chi then smiled and said, “If not—we force them to go by guilt tripping them. They always manage to do something to piss us off anyway...so why not make them pay for it this time?”





Bulma laughed delightedly then replied, “I have to say—I like the way you think Son Chi-chi.”



“Alright you have to call them in—I'm sure that that will get their panties in a twist.”





Bulma then grinned, getting caught up in the scheme, “And then we'll piss them off by not being here...”






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Meanwhile Goku and Vegeta sparred in fierce competition out back in the hyperbolic chamber, both smirking at the challenge both represented. Although they both knew Goku was the stronger of the two but it was still a stiff competition, with Vegeta getting stronger every time. Goku dodged another major ki blast, but still felt the heat of the attack. He shook it off then sent a bigger blast at Vegeta—knowing that the older Sayain would appreciate it. Vegeta had no time to dodge it and was caught in the attack the younger Sayain sent. Most of his clothes were torn while the other was barely singed. He would soon change that, Vegeta vowed silently.





“Boys time to come in—” Bulma called over the intercom. As soon as Vegeta heard his wife's voice he blasted the machine, breaking it instantly.





“Now where was I?” Vegeta said with a smirk.





“I was just kicking your butt.” Goku taunted, getting back in fighting stance.





“Oh not for long Kakarot—”





“We'll see about that.” he said with a determined grin.





Vegeta sent a flurry of hits and kicks his way, some landing, others missed. Then topped it all off with a ki blast to the gut. Goku deflected the blast—again. Vegeta was just warming up when he heard Bulma's voice again, saying, “Vegeta get your ass out here now!”





“I swear my woman is spending way too much time with yours.” he said after swearing violently, finally giving up training for the day. “How about we do a rematch—no interruptions...”




Goku smiled cheekily then replied, “Try telling that to Bulma...”





“So—I do as I please!” Vegeta said as they exited the chamber.


“No you don't.”





Vegeta scowled then snapped, “Shut up Kakarot. And you're one to talk—your woman rules your every move.”



Twenty minutes later the Sayians walked into the kitchen to find that not only was there not any food cooked, but the women were missing. Vegeta's brows furrowed, confused at what occurred. “Where the hell are they?”



“I dunno...but I know I'm hungry...” Goku whined, clutching his fiercely growling stomach.




Vegeta looked at the younger Sayain then replied, “You're always hungry Kakarot...”





“Yeah you're right about that...” he said as he bashfully scratched his head.



“I don't get it...she nags and bitches my ears off for me to get out of the Hyperbolic Chamber only to disappear when we finally get here. Huh...WOMEN!” He said with disgust.



Just as he was saying this Bulma and Chi-chi emerged, their arms folded over the chests, looking really pissed. Goku then panicked and said, “It was all Vegeta talking—”




“Oh so I nag and bitch huh Vegeta?” she said with gritted teeth.





His spine straightened, knowing instantly that he was in trouble but wasn't really worried about it. “Yeah I said it.”



Bulma turned to her best friend then replied, “Perhaps we should just go by ourselves Chi-chi...after all these men are too busy being complete jackasses to go with us.”



“I think you're right. They are assholes!”




“Wait, what did I do?” Goku said in alarm, knowing that when Chi-chi got mad—his head hurt for hours if not days from her super solid frying pans.





“You agreed with him!” Chi-chi snapped, her dark eyes showing just how pissed she really was.



“No I wasn't—I—I was just laughing—I—I wasn't actually agreeing—”





Chi-chi wasn't hearing it, so she replied to Bulma, “You're absolutely right—we should just go to the island and find ourselves a Summer fling!”





“And where the hell are you going woman?!” Vegeta snapped, not liking Kakarot's mates suggestion at all.



Bulma glared at him, then replied, “How about none of your business...it's just going to be me, Chi-chi and two young hunky studs willing to do our bidding—”



Vegeta was so angry that his power level began to rise a little as he thundered, “If you go without me—I'll kill every damn human boy you fuck!”





“Oh? And how the hell are you going to find us if you're not there?!”





“I'll scour the ends of the earth—”



Bulma smirked, knowing she had him right where she wanted him, then further taunted, “Yeah? Well good luck with that, it'll take you days or weeks to even get a whiff of us and you know it. And by then Chi-chi ad I would have been well fucked by many partners.”





Vegeta growled then crossed his arms and said sternly, “You're not going anywhere without us.”




===============================Present day: At Capsule Corp=============================




Vegeta was still scratching his head in bewilderment as Bulma ordered him to take all of her suitcases and his to the private jet she owned. He honestly had no idea of how he managed to get himself into this. He should be out there training with Kakarot—who was no doubt doing the exact same thing he was—readying for this stupid fucking vacation the women had managed to rope them into along with their family members and some close friends of theirs. He watched her pack more shit into another one of her many suitcases and also wondered—why the fuck would she pack so much clothing for anyway? All he was going to do was rip all of them off anyway. And why were they flying in a fucking jet for? He could easily fly there himself with her in his arms. He gritted his teeth as she placed another case near his feet and said, “Get a move on!”



“Bitch—” he said as he lifted all of her bags and walked off. But not before hearing, “Fucker—”





“What did you say?!” he said as he turned on his heel to face her.



Bulma then smiled seductively, “You are a fucker—a very good one at that. I can't wait until we get there.”






“Me neither...” He then dropped her bags and crossed over to her, taking her mouth in a ferocious kiss that had her pinned against the wall and his body pressed hard against hers.






“Oh my God—Dad, Mom—please get a room!” Trunks shouted at them, his eyes clutched tightly at the sight of his parents making out at the top of the stairs.






“This is our house you just entered—”




“Yeah, well, I live here too and I don't want to see that.” he grumbled brushing past them to go into his room—but not before Vegeta punched him in the head, very hard. He turned to face his father then growled, “OW Dad that fucking hurt!”





“It was meant to hurt, pussy—”






Bulma then slapped him, which was like a gnat in his face—annoying. “What the fuck—”



“How dare you call our son that?!”





“And that's why he's a pussy—you coddled him too damn much.”






Just as they were about to go into a heated debate, Trunks rolled his eyes then said, “He's right Mom. You do have to stop interfering. Yes, Dad is a narcissistic jackass who doesn't have love in his body let alone his heart—and wouldn't understand love if it were staring him in the face—” Vegeta then punched him in the mouth until he spat out blood, a trail of it leaving his mouth. “You're getting soft old man.”





“I'll show you soft—”






Bulma shouted loud enough to hurt both their ears, then glared at both of them, “Enough—enough! Vegeta he's my son—and I don't give a fuck how strong you are—I will defend my baby until my last breath! And Trunks you will always be my baby—I don't care how old you are—you're mine to protect...even from your own father!”



Vegeta inwardly smirked, knowing full well that was the main reason he chose her for his mate—she was fiercely protective of everything she held dear and would fight to the death for it. Even if she were to be killed in said battle in the first thirty minutes or so. But outwardly, he remained passive and carried her things outside to be carted to the jet.



“I have to go pack.” Trunks mumbled then disappeared into his room.





“Males...” Bulma said, sounding so much like Vegeta it was scary.





==============================Two hours later: Son Gohan residence===========================







Chi-chi looked down at her wrist watch and nearly screamed in alarm. They were three hours late and they still weren't ready! Pan was taking forever in her room, Gohan and Videl were dealing with last minute crisis over the phone for work, Goku somehow managed to disappear again—and her blood pressure was going on up. Chi-chi sighed and prayed for patience as the day wore on. Normally she had these things down-packed but today—somehow her alarm didn't go off, Goten had managed not to pack his suitcase and had opted to talk on the phone all night. Gohan had been ready, as well as his wife Videl—which she was grateful for but then had to deal with things at their job. Pan who always wore jeans, T-shirt and sneakers had all of a sudden opted to go shopping and was now packing all of her purchases.



“Hello all!” Trunks said in way of greeting.



“Hey Trunks...”





“What's taking you guys so long? Mom and Dad are literally 'christening' the jet right now—I nearly lost my lunch right there while waiting for you guys.” he then shuddered.





“Pan for one. Please tell me how long it takes to pack one outfit?!” Goten asked as he finally managed to gather all his things from the guest room.



“Shut the fuck up Goten—before I kick your ass again!” Pan snapped out as she walked out of her room.





“That was one time—anyone can get lucky!” he snapped, glaring at his niece.



Pan huffed then replied, “That wasn’t luck—it was pure skill! And I’ll do it again too.”





Goten got nose to nose with her then growled, “Oh I would like to see you try!”





“Hey—hey enough of that, alright?! We need to get ready to go.” Chi-chi said standing between her immature son and her wanna be grown grand-daughter. “Speaking of, where the hell is Goku?”





Goku then decided to walk-in, soaking wet and replied cheerily, “I'm right here Chi.”





“Good, your bags are already packed and is in the car along with mine, Pan you need to put your cases in your father’s car along with your parents. Goten...well since you have so few...you can fly to Bulma's.” Ch-chi said, thinking of everyone's comfort. It made sense for him to be the one to fly and carry his things—they had packed way too much anyway and she feared the car wouldn't be able to fit everything they packed.





“What?!” he shouted, frowning at how unfair it was.





“Don't be lazy Uncle Goten.” Pan taunted as she carried three cases at a time out to the car.





“I'm not lazy!” he shouted after her.





Pan then stuck her head in the door and taunted, “You are too.”





“Mom—get Pan before I seriously hurt her!”





Pan came back inside then retorted, “You couldn't even of you tried!”





“That's it—”





“Ok—all done—we can now officially leave for Vacation.” Gohan said as soon as he got off the phone.





“And not a moment too soon either.” Videl said, trying to rub the kinks out of her own neck,





Chi-chi then gasped, “What about Krillin and his family?”





Trunks smiled then assured her by saying, “They called mom before I left and said they were on their way to the jet. By the way mom has about four jets on call and had said you guys could use one, while Burma and I used the other and Krillin and his family used the fourth. Goten can ride in the jet with Burma and myself. Lord knows my sister can drive me crazy—if we were by ourselves—I don't know what I'd do to her!”





“Tell me about it—Pan sometimes feels more like a bratty sister than a neice.”





“How about I ride too—that way you two won't get on her nerves!” Pan said with a superior smile, “Good it's settled then. I'll ride with you guys.”



Trunks the scratched his head, “Since when did this become settled?!”





“As of twenty seconds ago! Duh!” she then left out the house, leaving an astonished Trunks and angry Goten behind.













===========To Be Continued:



So what did you think of the first FV chapter? I hope I keep you guys attention with this fic. Be sure to leave a comment and tell me how I'm doing please. Thank you...





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Goten: You're so lame K-pixy I bet nobody really cares about this shit. You might not get any views or comments! (laughs)


Me: Oh yeah?! You know I am in charge of this story and I can cause Vegeta to do some very bad things to you right?! (begins typing furiously)



Vegeta: (Laughs evilly)Yea! I would sincerely love to blow his ass apart with my Gallic Gun!!!



Goten: Ahhhhh No! I apologize I apologize! Please don't make him hurt me!




Me: Then be nice!!




Chi-chi: Um excuse me ma'am? When am I going to get laid?!





Me: When I feel it's time—that's when!




Pan: What about me?! I mean I would love to get laid. Preferably with Vegeta! (smiles a flirtatious smile at him)




Vegeta: (moves away, shuddering at the thought) In your dreams small fry!




Bulma: What did that bitch just say?!




Me: I think she wants your man Bulma...better handle that.





Bulma: Oh I'll handle it.





Pan: You want some of this Grandma?!





Chi-chi: What you want Pan damn?!





Pan: Not you grandma—I meant Bulma—(interrupted by a fierce punch to the jaw) Oh I'mma gonna be FUCKIN YOU UP—




Me: (Laughs as the fight ensues) Can't we all just get along?




Marron: Wait a minute! Why haven't I been inserted yet? You have everybody else in your stories—why not me?!




Me: Um Dummy—you are going to be in this one. Didn't you see your name up there? I really did put you in this! Now shut up! (shakes my head) Blondes.




Eighteen: Hey! That's my daughter you're talking about! (begins powering up)




Me: Um Eighteen—In case you forgot I'M in charge of this—don't make me make Krillin a widower and have me kill you off by Goku throwing you in a volcano or something cuz I'll do it! Now you shut the fuck up!




Eighteen: Stop talking about my kid and we have a deal.




Me: Sorry don't make deals. (turns back to see Pan ripping Bulma's hair out) SHIT! Hey break it up!!! (laughs when the two stop) No keep going! Keep Going!




Bulma: (reverses the situation so that now she was kicking Pans ass) Bitch!




Pan: Cunt!



Goku: Vegeta get your wife off my granddaughter!





Vegeta: No way! She started it by hitting on me. I know I'm irresistible but damn—




Me: You're fine Vegeta but you're not that fine. (bites lip) Goku on the other hand...mm-mm-mmm!!! SEXY!





Chi-chi: HEY That's my man!




Me: You don't appreciate him!




Chi-chi: Don't make me pound you to the ground slut!




Me: I know you're my favorite character and all but I will have some meteor strike you until you're a gooey bloody mess if you ever in your life talk about me like that again! Oh and by the way I already slept with him fuck you very much...see ya!




Chi-chi: WHAT?!!!!




Goku: (looks around cluelessly) Uh...she raped me?





Chi-chi: (blood shot eyes turns on him in rage) Where's my frying pan?!!!!





...............also to be continued...........