Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ More Than Meets The Eye ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

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A/N: This is the fist fic I have ever written, so please review and tell me your honest opinion off what you think of it. Is it good? Is it bad? Where does it suck? I welcome every kind of feedback even flames, as long as they hold useful criticism and help me to improve my writing skills.

"......" speaking

'Italics' thinking

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Prologue

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He crashed into the cliff with forcefully, Vegeta sending an assault of ki blasts straight after him, each one powerful enough to destroy a small asteroid. They hit the taller warrior head on and he fell to the ground. The Saiyan prince slowly descended from the sky till he hovered over the barely conscious and alive man.

"Now you third class weakling, who is the strongest?" with a smirk on his face he prepared a final attack to end this fight. He released his Final Flash and watched as the blast headed for the fallen body of his adversary, only a few seconds and he would claim his rightful place as the strongest being in the universe. He watched at the fool's terrified face as the fatal energy attack was about to collide…

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BOOM!!!!!

Dazed, the Saiyan prince looked around, not understanding what had happened. A moment ago he had been beating the shit out of Kakarrot and then suddenly with a thud he'd found himself lying on the bedroom floor.

"What the fuck ..." Before he could finish his sentence another explosion shattered the whole house.

Vegeta jumped to his feet and ran as fast as he could to the kitchen where he sensed Bulma and the brats. As he arrived another loud bang was heard. With lightning speed he was there and jumped, transformed to Super Saiyajin, into a fighting stance.

After a few seconds past without anything attacking, he glanced around and saw the woman and the brats looking strangely at him.

"Are you ok, honey?" Bulma asked with concern in her voice. "Do you have a fever?" She laid a hand on his forehead, which Vegeta quickly shook only off with disdain.

"Woman," he sneered. "Saiyans don't get ill, especially not the Saiyan no Ouji. Only weak fools like you humans get diseases."

"Okay Vegeta, but…why are you all powered up? Ohhh, did you think we were attacked and wanted to protect us? How sweet! I knew ..."

"I ONLY wanted to make sure that whoever was attacking wouldn't lay a hand on my GR. So stop your senseless blabbering woman. You're making a greater fool out of yourself than you already are. Now make me my breakfast, time something that's edible and won't poison me" Vegeta demanded.

To his utter amazement his mate only smiled and chirped a bright "Sure!" while starting with the cooking. The prince was so baffled that he didn't even turn away or snap at her as she gave him a peck on the cheek.

He'd been expecting her to rant and rave at him and shout his ears off like she usually did if he treated her as if she were his slave.

He sure as hell hadn't been expecting a chirpy "Sure!" and a peck on the cheek!

'Is she ill? Naahhh, she looks just fine, but what else could it be?'

"The food will be ready in a few minutes! I made you pancakes, ham and eggs, bagels, cereals, croissants, cakes, scrambled eggs, beef and beacon, rolls with butter and jam…" Bulma told him as she put a huge pan on the stove.

Totally stunned Vegeta sat down on the table, where Bra and Trunks looked at him, grinning. He plainly ignored them still pondering about the blue haired woman's strange behaviour.

'The woman's acting just like her dizzy mother!' A shudder run up his spine at that thought. 'Great Kami! Please don't let her turn into THAT! Nah, not likely, but then why is she acting so weird? Argh! That gives me a headache. Damn woman.'

"Brat! Get that stupid grin off your face or you'll spend the day in the GR with me. Have I made myself clear!?"

"Yes, sir"

"Good. Oh and princess please could you stop that?"

"Okay, daddy." Bra said in a sweet voice, smiling cutely at him and making puppy dog eyes.

The proud Saiyan couldn't help but groan, he knew that was her I-want-something-and I-will-get-it look. He just sighed, knowing that whatever it was he wouldn't be able to deny her. After all she was daddy's little girl…but heck! He could always try to say no.

"Bra, what is it?"

"Daddy, can Goten and I go to Paris in France for a week?"

"No"

"Please"

"No"

"Pretty, pretty please with a cherry on top" Bras huge azure eyes widened innocently.

"No"

"Why not?"

"I don't want you anywhere near Kakarrot's brat; you could catch some disease or get infected with idiocy" Vegeta cringed at the thought of his daughter with one of Kakarrot's spawns.

"You know that's rubbish daddy! Come on, pleaaaaaseeeee?

"Over my dead body."

"Mom! Say something." Bra whined.

"Sweetie, it's your father's decision to make, not mine." Bulma answered as she put the plates for Vegeta on the table.

"Here my Prince, your food."

Vegeta only grunted in response and immediately dug into the food, smirking to himself, he was sure with the woman on his side he would win this one.

"No fair! Why can Trunks and Pan do stuff like that and I not?"

At this Trunks shot his sister a murderous glare that would make his father proud and tried to control his temper and not kill her on the spot.

'Trunks and Pan? My son and Kakarrott's granddaughter? The Sayian prince and a third class weakling? Me becoming related to that brainless moron? Kami! why me!

Well…at least she can fight and isn't as weak as the other creatures on this pathetic planet…and she is a Saiyan, even if only a quarter…hmmm well, he could have done worse.' Vegeta thought and, though he would never admit it, not even to himself, he was pleased with his son's choice of a mate. 'Though I'm pretty sure they don't even know that they'll be mates. Well, they'll find out soon enough, that will be something I wouldn't want to miss. Heheheheh.' Vegeta nearly snickered, but regained his composure just before anyone could see his amusement, turning his gaze to the nervous half breed across the table.

"Brat we'll talk about this later" he said with a scowl on his face.

Trunks sighed relieved letting out a breath he didn't know he had held.

"Daddy, can I go now????" Bra, seeing as her father had yet to give her an answer, whined.

"NO!!! And that's final."

Her lip started to tremble, sniffling and with teary eyes she looked at him. "You…you …you're so mean ...*sniff*...you ...*hiccup*...don't l…love me any...more, and I…I…I...*sniff*...thought you cared 'bout m…me!" Was the only audible thing Bra could get out between sobs. 'With that I got him.' She thought, grinning evilly to herself.

At the sight if his daughter crying the proud Saiyan's heart clenched, gritting his teeth he stroked her sky blue hair, trying to soothe her.

"Shhh Princess, Bra-chan, its ok. You can go to that blasted city with Kakarrot's spawn if you want, but please stop crying" he told her softly.

"You ...*sniff*... really m…mean it?"

Vegeta inhaled sharply. "Yes, if you really want to. But if he as much as looks the wrong way at you or even lays a hand on you or hurts you in any way, I'll personally hunt him down and make him regret the day he way was born."

The girl jumped up hugging him, her tears miraculously gone. "Thanks daddy, you're the best." she shouted joyfully. "Oh I've got to tell Goten." She gave him a peck on the cheek and run upstairs to her room.

"Good job dad, you really showed her."

"Shuddup brat"

"Jeez. A bit touchy, aren't we?"

The murderous glare Trunks received was enough to kill him a few times over, but, luckily for him, looks couldn't kill.

"Ahhhhh…I better look what Goten's doing and save him from Bra." he stammered and hastily fled from the kitchen.

'Stupid brat. Argh, I'm so damn weak, staying this long on this pathetic planet is making me soft'

'Nah, you're not weak Vegeta, you're the second strongest being in the universe' Vegeta gritted his teeth at this remark. 'No one can lay a hand on you. As for Bra, well let's just say you have a soft spot for her.' Bulma responded through their bond as she cleaned the rest of the dishes.

'Damn bond'

"Yeah, whatever woman."

"Oh, don't be so grouchy. But if it makes you feel any better I updated and modified the GR and now it's up to 2000 g, has fields with different gravity and can change the g's automatically and I've enhanced the training bots too."

Vegeta only quirked an eyebrow and gave her a quizzical look as he left without another word.

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So I hope you like the beginning, the next chapter should be out soon, because now I've enough time to write due to Christmas holidays, anyway thanks for reading.

And thanks to Vegeta Goddess for beta-reading this fic for me. THANK YOU!!!!!

OH before I forget MERRY CHRISTMAS or merry whatever you celebrate (like Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or .....).