Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Isn't it Ironic? ❯ Chapter 1
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By: the_saiyan_angel 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.05.2006 | Updated On: 07.20.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Angst / Romance / Hentai | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 03.05.2006 | Updated On: 07.20.2006 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.4K | Visits: 1.3K | Status: Work In Progress
Isn’t it Ironic?
Chapter 1
A/N: Hi! I’m the Saiya-jin Angel, or Nicky, as my friends call me. This is my first fic that I’ve ever posted on Media Miner... so reviewers, be a little nice n.n I hope you like it. It’s also my first yaoi. It’s set in the time right after the fight with Buu. Toward the middle I change to first person p.o.v. from Goku’s perspective, so don’t get confused. But anyway, enjoy!
“Speech”
‘thoughts’
** *
**
“Goku-sa! Breakfast is ready!” Shouts the raven haired woman as she sets a plate on the table, with a large stack of pancakes on it.
Suddenly, an orange and black blur rushes down the stairs and into the kitchen. Now sitting in front of the stack of pancakes is a 37-year-old man (who looks like he’s in his early 20's) with light skin, big, black eyes, and wild black hair. He’s wearing a bright orange gi with a dark blue undershirt and a huge grin.
He inhales deeply, taking in the scent of the food in front of him. “Mmmm...” He licks his lips, “Smells good, Chichi!”
She smiles at him, enjoying his praise. “Eat up, Goku-sa, before it gets cold!”
As Goku almost inhales the pancakes, Chichi gets another huge batch of fluffy pancakes ready, setting them at the seat next to Goku. She then sticks her head out the front door.
“Goten-chan! Breakfast!”
As Chichi calmly walks over to the sink to get the dishes ready, another, but smaller, orange and black blur speeds through the door, turning into a little boy almost identical to the larger man sitting next to him. The only differences between the two are, obviously, their height and the young boy’s undershirt has long sleeves instead of being a T-shirt like the larger ones’.
Goku looks at the younger version of himself and, after swallowing the last of his pancakes, gives a toothy grin.
“Hey, Goten!”
“Hiya, Otousan!” Says Goten through a mouthful of food.
Chichi, washing the dishes, adds in, “Don’t talk with your mouth full, dear.”
“...Hai, Kaasan.” He looks at his father and grins back at his father. “Guess what, ‘Tousan?”
Goku smirks and shakes his head slightly as his youngest son rambles about his morning... Something about a dinosaur trying to eat him, how he found a neat new swimming hole, and other things an 8-year-old boy would find interesting.
After he finishes his spiel, the young one takes a minute to catch his breathe. He then goes back to eating his breakfast. Goku ruffles his son’s hair as he walks by to plant a kiss on his wife’s cheek.
“I’ll be outside if you need me.”
She looks at him with a smile. “Hai.” Her expression quickly changes to a stern one. “Don’t be gone too long, Goku-sa. Bulma’s s’posed to come over later for lunch.”
“Heh.” He throws his hand behind his head. “Almost forgot about that...” Chichi rolls her eyes and Goku grins goofily at her. “I’ll be back, hun.”
As Goku takes off into the air toward his favorite sunbathing spot, his mind wanders toward the upcoming visit with Bulma.
‘Hm... I wonder if Vegeta’ll be coming, too? I hope so... We haven’t fought since.... since he let Babidi take control of him. And that was a year ago... I wonder how much stronger he’s become? I hope he comes.... I’m in the mood for a good spar. Sure, Goten’s strong.... But, no where near my level.... and Gohan gets weaker every day. I wish he’d train more... Oh well.’
Goku lands in a clearing with just one big tree in the middle. He sits under the tree on the side facing the sun. He smiles as the sun’s rays warm his face. A nice, calm breeze blows about his black hair and he dozes off.
***
Goku’s eyes slowly open, awakened from the lack of warmth, the sun blocked by a dark figure standing over him. As his eyes focus, he sees the shape of the figure and recognizes the black flame of hair on the short man’s head.
“Kakarotto! Wake up, baka. The wenches, mostly your harpy, are whining because you’re not at the house.”
Goku rubs the sleep out of his eyes. “V...Vegeta-chan?” he asks through a yawn. “What’re you doing here?”
“Hn... the Onna dragged me here. What? Did you think I wanted to see you?” He smirks. “I’ve got much better ways to waste my time.”
Goku smirks back, knowing Vegeta all too well to take him seriously. “Oh? You mean you still need more training? I figured you’d be ready to take me on by now. I mean, it has been a year, hasn’t it?” ‘Heh, that ought to get him going...’ Goku stands up as he says this, looking down into the short, now semi-annoyed, Saiya-jin’s eyes.
“Feh. Fuck off, baka.” The surly ouji turns his back on Goku, crossing his arms.
“Aww.... Come on, ‘Geta...” He tickles Vegeta’s sides, grinning. “Lighten up a little.”
Vegeta jumps away, startled, and turns to face Goku, “Don’t touch me, dick-head!” Vegeta’s cheeks are a light shade of pink and a vein is visible on his forehead. “And if you call me “‘Geta” again, I’ll make sure your death is a slow and painful one.”
He chuckles thinking, ‘Kami.... after all this time, he hasn’t changed a bit. Oh well, I guess he wouldn’t be Vegeta if he had.’
He only gets madder at Goku’s laughter, taking it wrong. “ What’s so funny, bakayaro?”
“Huh...? Oh, uh, nothing. Let’s go to the house. I’m starving”
“Feh.” Vegeta rolls his eyes and turns his back to Goku, floating up into the air. He looks over his shoulder back to him, an eyebrow raised. “Coming?”
He stretches. “Hai!” They both take off towards the house.
***
I rub my full, happy stomach. “That was awesome Chichi! Phew! I’m stuffed!”
Vegeta rolls his eyes as he finishes his last few bites. Chichi says her usual, “Thank you, Goku-sa,” but I don’t hear. I’m too preoccupied with watching Vegeta eat. It’s odd, because I just realized how sophisticated Vegeta actually is. It’s funny watching him eat; he manages to eat quickly, but he does so in such a manner that he doesn’t get a spec of food anywhere.... Unlike me.... I realize now I have food all over my face.
I wipe my face clean with the back of my hand and he shoots me a disgusted look. I blush and look down at my plate, then back to Vegeta, to see him shake his head, then grab a napkin and gracefully wipe his face off (even though there was absolutely nothing on it in the first place.)
I chuckle, and he gives me an odd look.... he looks almost confused. That look causes me to laugh even harder and Vegeta blushes.
‘Oh, Kami... so...so kawaii! .......woah. Where’d that come from...?’
“What’s so funny, baka?” asks an annoyed Saiya-jin no Ouji.
I manage to calm myself and I grin at him, “Heh heh... You’re odd, ‘Geta.”
His whole body visibly twitches. Heh, I think I got him ticked.
“One, I’m not sure what you’re talking about...” The girls are talking to each other as they pick up our dishes. “But, I’m not ‘odd’” The next part he says in a dangerously low voice. “Two, if you call me “‘Geta” one more time, I swear to Dende, I’ll kill you slowly and painfully.”
I smirk. “You shouldn’t swear, ‘Geta.”
In that low voice again: “Outside. Now.”
I stand up and, still grinning, gleefully walk out the door. ‘Kami, he’s so easy to piss off. Heh, it’s kinda fun.’
Knowing exactly what Vegeta has planned, I fly off to out favorite training spot. I feel Vegeta’s Ki close behind me.
We both land in the cratered clearing. I look Vegeta over, trying to read his mood. ‘Fists tight, jaws clenched, vein sticking up on forehead... Oh, yeah... He’s pissed.’
I put my battle mode face on (I’m still smirking though) and say, “Well, ‘Geta, are we gonna settle this sometime today?”
Twitch. “I hate you, baka, I really do.”
Heh. “Aww...I’m touched. You’re so sweet Veggie.”
TWITCH. “.....”
‘Oooh... New nickname!! Heh, I like that one better.’ I’m grinning slightly now. “Hm. You seem to like that one, Veggie.”
“I. Hate. You.”
I’m now grinning from ear to ear, and having a very hard time keeping myself from laughing. Vegeta’s face is beet red. ‘Oh, Kami... I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this mad!’
A low rumble can be heard emanating from the surly Saiya-jin’s throat. Then, a split second later, I’ve got an elbow connecting with my nose.
I fall over, my face a bloody mess, but I quickly get back up. “...Ouch.” I jump a few feet away. “That smarts... Oh well... heh, I kinda deserved that one.”
Vegeta charges at me again, but I’m ready this time, and I block all of his punches. I then connect a punch to his jaw and he goes flying into the only boulder in the clearing.
“Hmm... I’m surprised that rock lasted as long as it did...”
Vegeta comes flying at me from the rubble, swinging a punch at my head, which I block with my right hand. But there’s a negative to that: I left my right side open and he kick my hard in the ribs. A sickening crunch can be heard throughout the clearing.
“G-gahh!!”
Vegeta grins menacingly as he punches me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I double over, gasping for breathe. My ribs begin to throb, causing my eyes to tear up.
“Come on, Kakarotto... I know you’re not trying.”
“Of course not.” I say through gasps of breathe. “I just wanted you to feel good about yourself before I kicked your ass.”
I power up to Super Saiya-jin 3 and stand up straight, looking down at him. He looks up at me, not the slightest bit scared or angry. His eyes are emotionless, I know he’s putting up his sheild. He doesn’t want me to see how much his pride is hurt to see me in this form. I hate doing this to him, but I just feel... this time I need to remind him who’s stronger.
I teleport behind him and kick him in the back. He goes flying, his face distorted in pain, but he catches himself and does a hand spring, landing back on his feet. He powers up to stage two and charges toward me. He sends a flurry of punches and kicks at my face, but I block each one with ease.
I grab his wrist, as he sends his last punch and I begin to squeeze. I can feel bones breaking.
“Gh! ...Rah!” Vegeta grits his teeth and looks up into my eyes. All I see there is hate... pure hatred.
“...Kakarotto... let go!”
I continue to stare down into those blue-green orbs, loosening my grip, but not tightening it, either.
I feel an odd, cold feeling gripping at my heart. ...I’ve felt it only a couple of times in my life... I think it’s best described as sorrow. I’m not sure why I felt this, looking into my rival’s eyes.
“Gah! Kakarotto...! Let.... let go, you baka!”
“Huh?”
What do you mean, ‘huh?’? You’re crushing my hand!”
“...Oh! Oops! Sorry, ‘Geta...” I let go and we both power down. I turn my back to him and look up at a big, fluffy cloud, my mind wandering.
Vegeta is tending to his hand on the ground behind me, as I continue to sort out that feeling I just had.
“Kakarotto...?”
“....”
“Hey, baka! Kakarotto!”
I blink and turn to him, a little too quickly... A sharp pain at my side almost causes me to fall over. Vegeta catches me, wincing because of his injured hand. He loses his balances and falls to the ground, me falling on top of him.
“Grr.... Kuso. Stupid ass... Be careful.”
“I wish you’d stop calling me stupid.”
“.......Nani?”
“You heard me.”
“Since when have you cared?”
“Always. I’ve just gotten sick of putting up with it.”
“Feh... whatever.”
I look up into Vegeta’s now black eyes.
“Will you get off of me now?” his face is a light shade of red.
“Huh? Oh! Uh... heheh.... Sorry ‘bout that...” My cheeks also begin to burn. I slowly stand up, being careful not to hurt myself again. “Er... I’ve got senzu’s at the house, so let’s head back. My nose is throbbing.”
“Fine.”
*****
Yay! The first chapter to my first story. Heh, I have to say, I’m sorry Veggie fans for the smack down Goku laid on our favorite Prince. Don’t worry, he’ll catch up with Goku in strength. I hope you enjoyed this, I’m having fun writing it. Plus, it’s helping me escape my problems. But, anyway, I hope you come back to read the next chapter. Please review, but be nice. As I’ve said, this is my first fic that I’ve put up. Ja ne!
~Ni-chan, The Saiya-jin Angel ^-^
Chapter 1
A/N: Hi! I’m the Saiya-jin Angel, or Nicky, as my friends call me. This is my first fic that I’ve ever posted on Media Miner... so reviewers, be a little nice n.n I hope you like it. It’s also my first yaoi. It’s set in the time right after the fight with Buu. Toward the middle I change to first person p.o.v. from Goku’s perspective, so don’t get confused. But anyway, enjoy!
“Speech”
‘thoughts’
** *
**
“Goku-sa! Breakfast is ready!” Shouts the raven haired woman as she sets a plate on the table, with a large stack of pancakes on it.
Suddenly, an orange and black blur rushes down the stairs and into the kitchen. Now sitting in front of the stack of pancakes is a 37-year-old man (who looks like he’s in his early 20's) with light skin, big, black eyes, and wild black hair. He’s wearing a bright orange gi with a dark blue undershirt and a huge grin.
He inhales deeply, taking in the scent of the food in front of him. “Mmmm...” He licks his lips, “Smells good, Chichi!”
She smiles at him, enjoying his praise. “Eat up, Goku-sa, before it gets cold!”
As Goku almost inhales the pancakes, Chichi gets another huge batch of fluffy pancakes ready, setting them at the seat next to Goku. She then sticks her head out the front door.
“Goten-chan! Breakfast!”
As Chichi calmly walks over to the sink to get the dishes ready, another, but smaller, orange and black blur speeds through the door, turning into a little boy almost identical to the larger man sitting next to him. The only differences between the two are, obviously, their height and the young boy’s undershirt has long sleeves instead of being a T-shirt like the larger ones’.
Goku looks at the younger version of himself and, after swallowing the last of his pancakes, gives a toothy grin.
“Hey, Goten!”
“Hiya, Otousan!” Says Goten through a mouthful of food.
Chichi, washing the dishes, adds in, “Don’t talk with your mouth full, dear.”
“...Hai, Kaasan.” He looks at his father and grins back at his father. “Guess what, ‘Tousan?”
Goku smirks and shakes his head slightly as his youngest son rambles about his morning... Something about a dinosaur trying to eat him, how he found a neat new swimming hole, and other things an 8-year-old boy would find interesting.
After he finishes his spiel, the young one takes a minute to catch his breathe. He then goes back to eating his breakfast. Goku ruffles his son’s hair as he walks by to plant a kiss on his wife’s cheek.
“I’ll be outside if you need me.”
She looks at him with a smile. “Hai.” Her expression quickly changes to a stern one. “Don’t be gone too long, Goku-sa. Bulma’s s’posed to come over later for lunch.”
“Heh.” He throws his hand behind his head. “Almost forgot about that...” Chichi rolls her eyes and Goku grins goofily at her. “I’ll be back, hun.”
As Goku takes off into the air toward his favorite sunbathing spot, his mind wanders toward the upcoming visit with Bulma.
‘Hm... I wonder if Vegeta’ll be coming, too? I hope so... We haven’t fought since.... since he let Babidi take control of him. And that was a year ago... I wonder how much stronger he’s become? I hope he comes.... I’m in the mood for a good spar. Sure, Goten’s strong.... But, no where near my level.... and Gohan gets weaker every day. I wish he’d train more... Oh well.’
Goku lands in a clearing with just one big tree in the middle. He sits under the tree on the side facing the sun. He smiles as the sun’s rays warm his face. A nice, calm breeze blows about his black hair and he dozes off.
***
Goku’s eyes slowly open, awakened from the lack of warmth, the sun blocked by a dark figure standing over him. As his eyes focus, he sees the shape of the figure and recognizes the black flame of hair on the short man’s head.
“Kakarotto! Wake up, baka. The wenches, mostly your harpy, are whining because you’re not at the house.”
Goku rubs the sleep out of his eyes. “V...Vegeta-chan?” he asks through a yawn. “What’re you doing here?”
“Hn... the Onna dragged me here. What? Did you think I wanted to see you?” He smirks. “I’ve got much better ways to waste my time.”
Goku smirks back, knowing Vegeta all too well to take him seriously. “Oh? You mean you still need more training? I figured you’d be ready to take me on by now. I mean, it has been a year, hasn’t it?” ‘Heh, that ought to get him going...’ Goku stands up as he says this, looking down into the short, now semi-annoyed, Saiya-jin’s eyes.
“Feh. Fuck off, baka.” The surly ouji turns his back on Goku, crossing his arms.
“Aww.... Come on, ‘Geta...” He tickles Vegeta’s sides, grinning. “Lighten up a little.”
Vegeta jumps away, startled, and turns to face Goku, “Don’t touch me, dick-head!” Vegeta’s cheeks are a light shade of pink and a vein is visible on his forehead. “And if you call me “‘Geta” again, I’ll make sure your death is a slow and painful one.”
He chuckles thinking, ‘Kami.... after all this time, he hasn’t changed a bit. Oh well, I guess he wouldn’t be Vegeta if he had.’
He only gets madder at Goku’s laughter, taking it wrong. “ What’s so funny, bakayaro?”
“Huh...? Oh, uh, nothing. Let’s go to the house. I’m starving”
“Feh.” Vegeta rolls his eyes and turns his back to Goku, floating up into the air. He looks over his shoulder back to him, an eyebrow raised. “Coming?”
He stretches. “Hai!” They both take off towards the house.
***
I rub my full, happy stomach. “That was awesome Chichi! Phew! I’m stuffed!”
Vegeta rolls his eyes as he finishes his last few bites. Chichi says her usual, “Thank you, Goku-sa,” but I don’t hear. I’m too preoccupied with watching Vegeta eat. It’s odd, because I just realized how sophisticated Vegeta actually is. It’s funny watching him eat; he manages to eat quickly, but he does so in such a manner that he doesn’t get a spec of food anywhere.... Unlike me.... I realize now I have food all over my face.
I wipe my face clean with the back of my hand and he shoots me a disgusted look. I blush and look down at my plate, then back to Vegeta, to see him shake his head, then grab a napkin and gracefully wipe his face off (even though there was absolutely nothing on it in the first place.)
I chuckle, and he gives me an odd look.... he looks almost confused. That look causes me to laugh even harder and Vegeta blushes.
‘Oh, Kami... so...so kawaii! .......woah. Where’d that come from...?’
“What’s so funny, baka?” asks an annoyed Saiya-jin no Ouji.
I manage to calm myself and I grin at him, “Heh heh... You’re odd, ‘Geta.”
His whole body visibly twitches. Heh, I think I got him ticked.
“One, I’m not sure what you’re talking about...” The girls are talking to each other as they pick up our dishes. “But, I’m not ‘odd’” The next part he says in a dangerously low voice. “Two, if you call me “‘Geta” one more time, I swear to Dende, I’ll kill you slowly and painfully.”
I smirk. “You shouldn’t swear, ‘Geta.”
In that low voice again: “Outside. Now.”
I stand up and, still grinning, gleefully walk out the door. ‘Kami, he’s so easy to piss off. Heh, it’s kinda fun.’
Knowing exactly what Vegeta has planned, I fly off to out favorite training spot. I feel Vegeta’s Ki close behind me.
We both land in the cratered clearing. I look Vegeta over, trying to read his mood. ‘Fists tight, jaws clenched, vein sticking up on forehead... Oh, yeah... He’s pissed.’
I put my battle mode face on (I’m still smirking though) and say, “Well, ‘Geta, are we gonna settle this sometime today?”
Twitch. “I hate you, baka, I really do.”
Heh. “Aww...I’m touched. You’re so sweet Veggie.”
TWITCH. “.....”
‘Oooh... New nickname!! Heh, I like that one better.’ I’m grinning slightly now. “Hm. You seem to like that one, Veggie.”
“I. Hate. You.”
I’m now grinning from ear to ear, and having a very hard time keeping myself from laughing. Vegeta’s face is beet red. ‘Oh, Kami... I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this mad!’
A low rumble can be heard emanating from the surly Saiya-jin’s throat. Then, a split second later, I’ve got an elbow connecting with my nose.
I fall over, my face a bloody mess, but I quickly get back up. “...Ouch.” I jump a few feet away. “That smarts... Oh well... heh, I kinda deserved that one.”
Vegeta charges at me again, but I’m ready this time, and I block all of his punches. I then connect a punch to his jaw and he goes flying into the only boulder in the clearing.
“Hmm... I’m surprised that rock lasted as long as it did...”
Vegeta comes flying at me from the rubble, swinging a punch at my head, which I block with my right hand. But there’s a negative to that: I left my right side open and he kick my hard in the ribs. A sickening crunch can be heard throughout the clearing.
“G-gahh!!”
Vegeta grins menacingly as he punches me in the stomach, knocking the wind out of me. I double over, gasping for breathe. My ribs begin to throb, causing my eyes to tear up.
“Come on, Kakarotto... I know you’re not trying.”
“Of course not.” I say through gasps of breathe. “I just wanted you to feel good about yourself before I kicked your ass.”
I power up to Super Saiya-jin 3 and stand up straight, looking down at him. He looks up at me, not the slightest bit scared or angry. His eyes are emotionless, I know he’s putting up his sheild. He doesn’t want me to see how much his pride is hurt to see me in this form. I hate doing this to him, but I just feel... this time I need to remind him who’s stronger.
I teleport behind him and kick him in the back. He goes flying, his face distorted in pain, but he catches himself and does a hand spring, landing back on his feet. He powers up to stage two and charges toward me. He sends a flurry of punches and kicks at my face, but I block each one with ease.
I grab his wrist, as he sends his last punch and I begin to squeeze. I can feel bones breaking.
“Gh! ...Rah!” Vegeta grits his teeth and looks up into my eyes. All I see there is hate... pure hatred.
“...Kakarotto... let go!”
I continue to stare down into those blue-green orbs, loosening my grip, but not tightening it, either.
I feel an odd, cold feeling gripping at my heart. ...I’ve felt it only a couple of times in my life... I think it’s best described as sorrow. I’m not sure why I felt this, looking into my rival’s eyes.
“Gah! Kakarotto...! Let.... let go, you baka!”
“Huh?”
What do you mean, ‘huh?’? You’re crushing my hand!”
“...Oh! Oops! Sorry, ‘Geta...” I let go and we both power down. I turn my back to him and look up at a big, fluffy cloud, my mind wandering.
Vegeta is tending to his hand on the ground behind me, as I continue to sort out that feeling I just had.
“Kakarotto...?”
“....”
“Hey, baka! Kakarotto!”
I blink and turn to him, a little too quickly... A sharp pain at my side almost causes me to fall over. Vegeta catches me, wincing because of his injured hand. He loses his balances and falls to the ground, me falling on top of him.
“Grr.... Kuso. Stupid ass... Be careful.”
“I wish you’d stop calling me stupid.”
“.......Nani?”
“You heard me.”
“Since when have you cared?”
“Always. I’ve just gotten sick of putting up with it.”
“Feh... whatever.”
I look up into Vegeta’s now black eyes.
“Will you get off of me now?” his face is a light shade of red.
“Huh? Oh! Uh... heheh.... Sorry ‘bout that...” My cheeks also begin to burn. I slowly stand up, being careful not to hurt myself again. “Er... I’ve got senzu’s at the house, so let’s head back. My nose is throbbing.”
“Fine.”
*****
Yay! The first chapter to my first story. Heh, I have to say, I’m sorry Veggie fans for the smack down Goku laid on our favorite Prince. Don’t worry, he’ll catch up with Goku in strength. I hope you enjoyed this, I’m having fun writing it. Plus, it’s helping me escape my problems. But, anyway, I hope you come back to read the next chapter. Please review, but be nice. As I’ve said, this is my first fic that I’ve put up. Ja ne!
~Ni-chan, The Saiya-jin Angel ^-^