Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Foreign Exchange Students ❯ Welcome to . . . ( Chapter 1 )

"The other two will be visiting the planet of Vegetasei," the principal announced.

"Vegetasei?!" Joe, Alex and Monica exclaimed.

"What is that?!" Alex asked.

"Well, it is a planet from another solar system, which is the home of the extremely powerful Saiyans," the principal answered.

"Sounds interesting," Amelia commented.

"Well, I'm glad you think that, because we have already randomly chosen who goes where," the principal said. "And Alex and Monica are going to Paris . . . so that means Joe and yourself are going to Vegetasei."

"What?!" Joe exclaimed, very shocked that he was about to go through the biggest adjustment process ever! Some kids had to deal with a big move, but this was HUGE!

"Hmmmm . . . a new planet, huh? Sounds like fun. What are these Saiyans like?" said Amelia.

"Well, looks like this is how the cookie crumbles . . ." Joe said.

"So, Paris? Cool," Alex said.

"So, it seems like you are satisfied with your locations. With this confirmation, you will be transported to your host country/planet tomorrow," the principal informed them.

"How are we supposed to pack for nine months in one night?!" Joe asked.

"You can figure that one out. But for now, I have an important meeting to go to, so, good bye and good luck to you in your new location." With that, the principal walked back into his office.

*the next morning*

Monica and Alex are boarding Paris Air Flight #721, while Joe and Amelia were standing in a field, looking like true weirdoes. Suddenly, they didn't look too weird as a rather large space pod emerged from the clouds and landed in front of them.

"Whoa," Amelia breathed.

"This is completely and totally INSANE!" Joe commented.

A crack that wasn't there before slowly appeared along the side of the pod, the crack quickly expanded, and a hatch opened.

"Well, I guess we are supposed to go in," said Amelia as the hatch touched the ground, forming a ramp.

They walked up the ramp, Joe behind Amelia, to find . . . a relatively empty room. What they didn't see was a door with perfectly sealed cracks, which held a room full of computer equipment to take them to Vegetasei.

The ramp/hatch quickly closed behind them and the ship took off rather smoothly. "Hey, who's piloting this thing?" Joe asked.

"Probably no one. It's most likely computer-ran," Amelia responded.

"Hey, who do you think that the Saiyans are sending in exchange for us?" Joe wondered.

"Well, I don't know if they are necessarily sending anyone. In some instances during a foreign exchange case, only one school will send students," Amelia answered.

"Oh."

From that point on, the ride was uncomfortably silent. And Joe thought he was bored in study hall yesterday . . .

*1 hour later*

The wall that Joe had been staring at blankly for the last hour suddenly changed. At first he thought that his mind was playing tricks on him, but then the screen on the wall expanded.

Amelia saw the screen. "Whoa, what's up with that?"

Well, one thing is for certain, Joe thought, if my mind's playing tricks on me, then my mind and hers are in cahoots. Did I just use the word cahoots?

Suddenly, a cluster of large ships, not too different from their own, appeared on the view screen. Suddenly this picture was pushed over, as the screen split in half to show a rather annoyed man with black hair and eyes staring back at them. A microphone extended from a wall mount that came out of nowhere.

"Hello, humans. Identify yourselves," the angry man ordered.

"We are the foreign exchange students from Earth," Joe replied as calmly as he could.

"Ah, I see. Well, my hopes are with you that you will survive your stay."

That's reassuring, Joe thought.

An off screen voice was then heard. He was whispering, but was still barely heard. "So, it was 10 that you had against them surviving the year?"

"Shut up!" the on-screen Saiyan replied, trying not to move his lips while being quiet.

Already having guessed the Saiyan nature of arrogance, he responded in kind. "I assure you that we will survive," Joe said with a faint smirk.

The Saiyan on the screen disappeared, but Amelia and Joe faintly heard the Saiyan laughing.

The ship then sped downwards, breaking the atmosphere at just the right speed and angle as to not burst into flames. Once the ship broke the atmosphere it straightened out to become parallel with the ground and began to lower, its jets cooling.

Unbeknownst to Amelia and Joe, they had their own welcoming party waiting for them on the surface.

"Father, why do I have to be here?" Prince Vegeta asked of the king.

"Because, son. It is not only public relations, but these students will be in most of your classes."

"Don't remind me of the fact that I have to go to a normal school. And why can't I just have a tutor?"

"Quit your whining. That is not the way of the Prince of Saiyans."

"Yes, Father."

The ship finally came into view of Prince and King Vegeta. "About time," Prince Vegeta said under his breath.

"Looks like we are here," Joe said.

"It appears that way, doesn't it?"

"It looks like some one is outside. I may be sounding extremely cynical here, but I want you to stay here while I check things out," Joe said.

Amelia didn't respond, and Joe simply walked towards where the opening had been. He had been correct in his assumption that the door would automatically open and once again serve as a ramp. He slowly walked down, looking around suspiciously.

Once he reached the bottom, he began to circle the pod.

The Prince and King were waiting on the opposite side of the pod.

Joe was just around the "corner" from the Royal Family, when he heard someone behind him. He snapped around so fast that his stalker barely saw him. "Amelia?! I thought I told you to stay in the ship!" he hissed.

"Who said you were the boss? And I never agreed to that, anyway."

"Whatever," Joe said and resumed his circling of the ship.

Prince Vegeta was the first to see the humans approaching. "Father, it appears that the humans have figured out how to exit the pod and are approaching us," the Prince informed.

"Hello and welcome to Vegetasei, Home of the Saiyan Race," King Vegeta said.

The female is quite odd. She doesn't have any hair color that was in my human databanks, the Prince thought.

"Hello," Joe said formally.

"Thank you for your warm welcome. But may I please ask whom we are speaking to?" Amelia said.

"Why certainly. I am King Vegeta and this is my son, Prince Vegeta."

Prince Vegeta merely grunted a hello.

Why isn't he Prince Charming? No pun intended, Amelia thought.

"Er . . . hello, Prince Vegeta," Amelia said.

"Hello, woman," Prince Vegeta said.

Joe rolled his eyes. "Woman"? I can see that they are an intellectually advanced species.