Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Hidden Passions ❯ Underlying Tension ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]
AN: Disregard note below, plot has been found.... :D
Note: Ok, this is my first story in months. Right now I just want to write, even if I'm not entirely sure what I'm writing. But this does not bother me, because I need to write so much it hurts. I'm a writer. If I don't write, I snap, and I'm pretty sure you don't want me to snap if I live anywhere near you. So right now I don't know what this story will be about, if it will be comedy or drama, if it will be Fanfiction or Anime, or even if it will be a poem. And frankly, I don't care. So I'm just gonna start writing.

Hidden Passions
Chapter 1: Underlying Tension
Vegeta Briefs had been living at the Briefs Mansion for ten years now, and he still couldn't find the way to his bedroom without a map. Bulma found this amazingly funny, as did the brat, but Vegeta just found this deeply irritating, and it took all of his will power just to abstain from blowing up the Kami forsaken house and leaving. He didn't even know for sure why he was staying there, just that a certain other Saiya-jin probably had a lot to do with it, even though Vegeta didn't want to admit (or even think about) the possibility.

So now Vegeta was wandering around the Mansion in a towel. He had just taken a shower and would have sworn that his bedroom was only a few feet away, but when had gotten out, it was nowhere in sight. So now Vegeta was....... wandering. If Bulma could have seen it she would have been laughing her ass off, for the small Saiya-jin truly was a sight to see. His pine-cone shaped hair was laying soggily on his neck and back, and he was clutching his towel in one hand, and a map in the other.

"Blasted woman..." Vegeta was muttering under his breath. "Blasted house..... blasted planet.... blasted Kakarott!" Vegeta, not being one to worry about decency, threw the towel and the map to the floor, for neither were doing him very much good. And he commenced with the aimless wandering he did every time he got lost.

When he finally reached his bedroom the door was slightly ajar. Vegeta didn't even pause to consider who might be within, and commenced to stride into the room in all his Saiya-jin glory. Which caused Goku - who had been bouncing on the bed at the time - to turn a very bright shade of red. It also caused Vegeta to cover his "Saiya-jinhood" with his hands. "Kakarott!"

Goku began snickering. "Why are you wandering around the house naked Vegeta-chan?"

"That is none of your business!" Vegeta bellowed. "The question is, why are you in my bedroom?"

"Silly Veggie." Goku grinned. "We're supposed to spar today!"

Vegeta sighed. He had promised Kakarott he would spar today, and a promise was a promise..... Wait a minute. Since when had he become so, so... nice? Vegeta quickly crossed the room to his closet, and started praying that Funimation hadn't been messing around with his personality again. "Fine Kakarott. Just wait outside, so I can get dressed."

Goku grinned as he bounded out of the room and onto the back lawn of the Mansion. Goku and Vegeta always trained in the backyard, because there was a vast amount of open field, no trees in sight. Also there were no houses nearby, so no stray ki blasts would decapitate a neighbor mowing their lawn, or destroy someone's home.

The only other persons outside were Chibi Trunks and Goten, who were playing soccer. Goku grinned and waved them over to him. "Me and Vegeta are going to spar. Why don't you two go inside and play on Trunks' new Playstation?"

"Sure!" Chibi Trunks and Goten grinned, and Goku ruffled their hair as they ran past to get inside. Goku lay down on the grass to wait for Vegeta's arrival, gazing at the clouds. "Wow......" Goku smiled. "That one looks like Veggie. And that one looks like......" But Goku's words ended there, because he was now unconscious.

Up in the Mansion, Vegeta was just getting into his training armor, when he heard voices downstairs. "Must be the brats." He started to pull his gloves on, but he was unconscious before he had the first one on.