Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Cousin ❯ My Uncle the Hero ( Chapter 6 )

Disclaimer: Don't need one no more. Just know this story's copyrighted to ErieDragon, though DBZ belongs to Akira Toriyama. Suckers.

Author's Note: I know, I've been neglecting my Ona-san... I've got a PFF going with Vegeta's Gyal called Triumph of Devotion, so check it out if you want to see what's been going on. I'll be updating this still, but it's getting more and more difficult to write and keep up with my characters! Ah, well. Life goes on.

Chapter 6

My Uncle the Hero

Idiots.

They're all idiots. Ona let out an exasperated sigh, floating above the trees. I don't have time for this kind of thing.

She had been searching all day, but to no avail. The Prince seemed to have disappeared off the face of the planet!

"You immature bastard! Where are you?!" The Saiyan hollered, her voice echoing off the surrounding cliffs. The trees rattled with a slight breeze, but no sound or energy signature gave away the Prince's position. Bulma, Bulma, Bulma, she thought with distaste, letting out an exasperated sigh. The forest-haired girl rose higher, scanning for any sign at all.

"Fine! You just cool your arrogant rear off and I'll go train myself!" She shouted once more for good measure, turning on her heel and speeding back to the dome-ish confines known as Capsule Corporation.

~*~

"I didn't mean to!" The blue haired woman cried, leaning on the table and sobbing. Ona rolled her eyes.

"Shut up. It doesn't matter. He'll be back," the teenager assured her hostess.

"Not after I said all those horrible things!" Bulma whimpered, rubbing her eyes.

"Stop being so wimpy," Ona scolded. The older woman sniffled and glanced up, her eyes bloodshot.

"Fine. Want some lunch?" She asked, suddenly changing demeanors. The Saiyan blinked for a moment before nodding and pulling a chair up to the table.

~*~

Ona pulled her knees up to her chest, rocking back and forth as she watched the dark, star-speckled night sky.

"Hey asshole! I know you can hear me!" she cried, throwing a stick into the sea of houses beyond. Tanjua barked from his tree in the yard.

"Hiding isn't going to help you!" Ona's voice began to rise in pitch, her holler becoming more of an irate scream. "Fucking wuss!" The Saiyan let out one more screech before throwing the ripped branch of a nearby tree into the woods.

Ona stopped, curling her knees closer and retrieving her breath. She massaged her temples with one hand, putting her other on the slick, white roof for support.

The roof wasn't there. Instead, her hand jumped back from the soft flesh it landed on instead.

Looking up, two deep, black eyes watched her with tame curiosity. The expression hardened.

"Liar." Ona snarled, surprised back into a crabwalk position. Vegeta snickered.

"Your rants are quite interesting," he continued, glaring at her.

"What the hell is your problem?" Ona suddenly shrieked at him, peeved at having been surprised to easily. Vegeta laughed out loud, then became serious.

"If Bulma doesn't want me here, I shouldn't be. The one princely trait I've managed to retain is knowing when my welcome is worn out," he snarled, leaning against the roof. Ona sighed.

"You ass. Do whatever you want. It's not my problem," she growled, getting up. Vegeta watched her from his spot against the white shell of Capsule Corp's roof.

"By your hollering earlier, I'd think differently."

Ona turned, glaring at her unwelcome visitor. He stood up, dusting himself off. "The boy's no good," he said, before turning and taking off into the night.

The forest-haired teenager blinked, then shrugged and floated down to her room. Shaking her head, she decided the elder Saiyan was too cryptic for her health.

Sitting on her large, luxurious bed, Ona put her head in her hands. This planet is just too damn confusing! How do they survive? She let out a thick sigh, lifting her gaze to peer through her sliding glass door. Who would know what to do. Other than Bulma, who actually knows his-prissy-highness? Her head snapped up.

She took a few spare clothes, sticking them in a duffle bag she dug out of the house's enormous storage basement, and planned for departure early the next morning.

~*~

"Hold that thought, Chi." The doorbell rang once more, this time with more insistence. "Coming, coming!" Goku called, scratching sleep debris from his eyes as he fumbled through the darkness towards the door.

The second he laid a hand on the latch, the door flew open. Goku leaped back, surprised he hadn't detected a power as unbridled as his niece's. Sighing, he turned on the kitchen light.

"What can I help you with at..." the tall warrior paused, focusing his eyes on the oven light. "Four in the morning?" Ona glowered.

"Shouldn't you be up early, training?" she inquired, a hint of superiority at her early hour tainting her voice. Goku yawned and abruptly turned off the light.

"Not at four in the morning. Maybe in an hour. Come back later." Wandering back to his bedroom, Ona stood dumbfounded on the tile before grabbing him by the collar.

"OOOH no you don't!" Opening the front door, she threw the only-in-boxers-clad Goku on his haunches in the front yard. Whining profusely, the tall, black-haired man got up and began to wipe dew in vain from his already soaked "pajamas."

"Okay, okay, I'm awake! Jeez!" Goku griped, belly-aching the whole time. Ona rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, giving him an evil glare. "What do you want?"

"You should probably go tell your wife you're going to be gone all day. That boy of yours too.. And the Namek.." Ona continued, still having trouble remembering who was associated with who.

"Why?" Ona sighed, thoroughly sick at having to explain herself every moment.

"Just do it." Goku shrugged and ran inside, an annoyed screech responding to his antics. The teenage girl laughed as her uncle came plowing through the kitchen, eyes wide.

"She said it's fine," he said between panicked breaths. "Where to?" Ona rose into the air.

"See the sun rise?" A small smile crept onto the older Saiyan's lips.

"Been a long time since I've done that."

~*~

Goku leaned back against a sapling, a small aspen he had opted for when they landed. The sky was turning from the deep navy of the night into the blazing greens and reds of dawn. Ona was stretched out some feet away, watching the distant mountains with wide eyes. Obviously, the mountain sunrise was much different than anything the teenager had ever witnessed.

A small, yellowy-orange sliver began to slide between two peaks, causing the forest-haired Saiyan to gasp. Goku let out a small chuckle, drawing Ona's awed gaze to himself.

"Different out here than the city, eh?" He chuckled. Ona nodded silently, looking back to the distant ridges and raising her elbows to a more comfortable position in the grass. "What did you bring me all the way out here for anyway? Not like I don't enjoy it, of course!" Goku corrected himself, grinning with his I'm-so-guilty-I-could-cry grin.

"It involves Trunks." He froze, then shot her a petrified stare. "Bulma went spastic the other day on Vegeta. Now he won't come back." Ona gauged his reaction, which consisted of turning back to the sunrise and sighing.

"It will happen how it happens. Just don't interfere.. They'll find their own way." The teenager glanced up at her uncle, a bit surprised at his wise response. Goku turned, smiling at her. "Why, are you concerned?"

Ona's face turned bright red. She fought it back, scowling. "Of course not! But it's interfering with both Vegeta and mine's training." He laughed heartily, leaning back. Ona took on a more thoughtful expression.

"What I don't understand is, why does he want to "surpass" you so much? He is the Prince, and stronger than you or me," she asked, sighing in exasperation. Goku chuckled again.

"Beats me. It probably has a bit to do with him almost defeating me when we fought for the first time," he replied, crossing his arms behind his head for extra comfort.

"Almost? He said he beat you within an inch of your life, but was merciful because you were decently strong." Goku watched her expression for a moment, and realizing she was completely serious, burst into a fit of childlike giggles. "What?"

"Do you want to hear what really happened?" Ona shot him a quizzical expression.

"What do you mean? Was he lying?" she asked, looking skeptical that Vegeta would throw her such a bluff. Goku held in another chuckle.

"Well.. um.. Yes." Her eyes grew wide, but he laid a comforting hand on her shoulder. "I'll tell you what really happened."

~*~

The sun was beginning to peak, Ona's attentive face bathed in what should've been noonday light, if it hadn't been for the fact it was summer. It was still around ten o'clock in the morning, but the teenager had been so enraptured by the tale Goku told, she had forgotten about time completely.

"...that's when Namek blew. I barely got Vegeta's old pod before it turned to smithereens. I think you know what happened after that." Ona blinked a few times, attempting to re-hydrate her wide eyes.

"I had no idea..." Her voice trailed off. Goku grinned, clearing his throat. He had never talked for so long at one time in his life.

Ona flopped back from her attentive position, which had succeeded in giving her a killer backache. "Not many people do, by the way," the tall, wild-haired man chuckled. His niece shot him a curious look.

"Earth. No one really knows what happened. I guess you just have to stay quiet about it," Goku continued.

"Why? Wouldn't that make you famous or something?" He nodded.

"Do you want the billions of media reporters swarming around you?"

"No. I'd blast 'em all." Goku let out a chuckle.

"And you wouldn't survive it if you did." Ona looked at him in surprise, but turned back to the sky, which was in her direct line of view.

"Why do you care at all? Why do you protect them?" She asked, crossing her knees and waving a bare foot in the air.

"Protect who?"

"These people. Earthlings." Goku smiled and replied instantly.

"I'm an Earthling. I protect my fellow people," he scoffed, apparently finding her question silly. Ona glared at him.

"You're not an Earthling! You were born on Vegeta-sei! You would give all that up to protect a race of weaklings?" The younger Saiyan cried, her demeanor changing completely. Goku tilted his head in confusion.

"I may be Saiyan in species, but humans are my people. You should understand that, if anyone." Ona slumped to her knees in defeat.

"That's true. I would defend the Gaijins with my life," she replied with a sigh. Goku grinned obliviously. "Though, there is one thing I find interesting about you humans. Vegeta is a hundred times stronger than Bulma, yet she defies him so easily! Why?"

"Because if he touched her, I wouldn't go so easy on him," Goku replied, the answer so threatening, yet said in such an innocent matter. Ona almost laughed. Almost.

"Why does she matter so much to you? She's loud, stubborn, and well... annoying sometimes." Her kind-hearted uncle laughed.

"Because she's my best friend! Don't you protect your friends?" he asked, as if it were the simplest concept in the world. Ona blinked. "I've known her since I was five years old! First girl I ever met, in fact." Goku chuckled again at the memory, while the forest-haired teenager remained in the dark.

"That's strange.. Five years old and never met a girl?" He grinned, scratching the back of his head.

"A strange story, that..."

~*~

The loud bark of Tanjua signaled that she had finally arrived. Swooping low enough to land on one foot, Ona balanced momentarily before leaning against a tree. The sun was already sinking, for the many of Goku's tales had given her barely enough time to get home before the light went out completely.

The Saiyan was instantly attacked by licks and barks, her San jumping up and down.

<Where have you been all day? The blue haired lady and I were worried about you!> Ona laughed, petting the enormous dog.

"I was talking to Kakarot. We're going there tonight, actually. We're going to be staying there until Vegeta decides to come back," she told him, stroking his ears as she slumped against the tree. Tanjua gave her a sideways look. "Nevermind. Just let me get some things together and we can leave."

<What about the blue haired lady?>

"What about her?"

<Shouldn't you tell her you're leaving?> The San raised an eyebrow, his long, flowing tail drifting back and forth.

"Well... Alright. Go into the house and pull out the drawers," Ona instructed, motioning towards the sliding glass door, which she opened simultaneously. The two stepped in, the enormous dog slinking off and up the stairs. Ona sat at the table, searching for Bulma's energy location.

"Why's the door wide open?" The teenager turned, her blue-haired hostess tilting her head. Noticing Ona, she perked up. "Where have you been all day?"

"Not really any of your business, but talking to Kakkarot. I just wanted to tell you I'll be staying with him as long as I have to." Bulma watched her for a moment, digesting the information before nodding solemnly. Ona knew the woman liked having another down-to-earth female to talk to, but the Saiyan carried her needs in much higher regard then anyone else's.

"Okay. Call me if you need anything." The woman proceeded past the table at which Ona sat, taking an apple from the fruit bowl.

The younger Saiyan stood up, putting a hand on Bulma's shoulder. "He'll be back soon," Ona assured her, turning and disappearing into the corridor before the stunned woman could respond.

~*~

Ona flew to the ground, panting heavily and collapsing to her knees. A small, black-haired boy landed in front of her, crouching low to peer underneath her veil of hair.

"You alright, Ona-san?" The older Saiyan threw her head back, glaring at her cousin.

"Don't call me that!" She growled, getting to her feet, her knees still shaking sporadically. Pushing past Gohan, she glared daggers at Goku, who hovered in the sky above them. He was laughing uncontrollably, with a very amused but restrained Piccolo standing next to him, arms crossed.

"You didn't have to hit me that hard, you know!" Ona yelled at her guffawing uncle, who proceeded to double up so hard he had to land, supporting himself against a tree. Piccolo was staring, snorting, while his face turned purple from holding in laughter. The teenager's glare became more deadly, even Gohan now toppled over in stitches.

Suddenly, Goku slammed headfirst into Piccolo, the two rocketing into the ground. Ona appeared in the air, grinning devilishly with the offending arm in the air as the two attempted to recover. Gohan blinked, looking between his father and cousin, trying to decide which one to support when the fight would erupt again. When both Goku and Piccolo remained grounded, Ona landed on one foot, watching the two suspiciously.

Piccolo coughed. "Well, I think we're done for today. I could really use a drink," the tall Namek said, glancing in every direction except Ona's. Goku nodded.

"Chichi probably had dinner done by now. I don't want to be late." The two looked at each other, nodded, and took off in the direction of the Son's house. The very confused Saiyan teenager turned, eyeing her cousin. He shrugged.

"They're right, you know," Gohan said, his glance aiming up the mountain. Ona growled.

"Fine. We'll finish this tomorrow." She took off after the others, leaving an exasperated Gohan to catch up.

~*~

Ona stood outside the house, tapping her foot impatiently in the grass, three seconds away from storming down the door to Goku and Chichi's bedroom.

"They're not going to be awake for a long time yet," a husky voice said, causing Ona to jump.

"What do you want?!" She cried, glaring daggers at the snickering Namek. He shrugged.

"We're taking a day off. I'm going to go meditate, Goku's going to sleep in, and the boy's going to study. You should probably find something to do," Piccolo advised, carrying a skin filled with water over his shoulder. Ona watched him walk off for a moment, considering her options.

"Can I.. I mean, I'm coming with you," the forest-haired teenager corrected herself, putting her hands on her hips decisively. Piccolo turned, smirking inwardly.

"Just don't interrupt my concentration. Gohan will be joining us after lunch."

~*~

Ona opened her eyes, her deep emptiness of thought suddenly filled by the sights and sounds of the world around her. She blinked repeatedly, trying in vain to remember where she was or why. Her ears met with the echo of cascading water, thrumming against the smooth, river-worn rocks below. Before her deep, forest-green eyes was a veil of foaming white, casting long, twinkling rainbows across the roaring falls. In complete contrast, she could hear the sporadic tinkle of water droplets plummeting from the limestone overhang, the tiny sound ricocheting off the damp cave walls into a loud pitter-patter.

Taking a look around her, Ona saw a tall, green Namek, floating in much the same position as herself. She couldn't remember what his name was, but he was obviously going through the same trouble taking in his surroundings, or comprehending them for that matter.

"Piccolo?" He continued to stare ahead, as if he hadn't heard her. Ona rubbed her temples, memories and thoughts slowly coming back to her. Piccolo looked up, as if suddenly realizing she'd been speaking to him.

"Mmhmm?" The young Saiyan suddenly smirked, taking in a deep breath. The smell of pure, foaming water and damp limestone filling her nose. She stretched, her brain doing almost the same thing, as if recovering from a long, peaceful sleep, now completely refreshed.

"That was incredible." Piccolo grinned arrogantly, yawning suddenly. His mouth became huge, sucking in an enormous breath through his sharp, white teeth. They continued to float, Ona staring at the falling water before her. She tensed her shoulders, suddenly shooting through the foam like a bullet.

The entire area was utterly serene, covered with green grass, big, moss covered boulders and overhanging willows. The waterfall turned into a steady stream, splitting the valley in a line of lightning, turning off in small and unsuccessful tributaries. On either side of the wide basin, pine-covered mountains rose gradually into towering peaks, snowcaps ornately decorating their spindly tops. Ona stretched like a cat, her neck popping loudly as she rotated it in all directions. Looking up at the sky, she determined it was about midday, and Gohan would soon be arriving. Tanjua was sleeping peacefully some yards away, his head propped against a rock and his body shaded by the small tree that canopied over him.

"You leaving?" Ona spun, blinking up at the tall, green Namek. He raised an eyebrow to emphasize his question.

"Why?"

"Well, Gohan will be here soon, and I want to know how many little kids I have to keep an eye on today," Piccolo replied, snorting. Ona growled, but barely dodged the bait.

"Yeah, I'm leaving, but do you know where the nearest town is?" She asked, ignoring his previous comment for the moment. He scrunched up his mouth, obviously thinking.

"I think about twenty five miles southeast. It's small, but the Western Capital is another fifty miles past it," Piccolo said at length, turning the direction he had indicated and tapping his chin.

Ona raised her eyebrows in surprise at his ease. She had come to know the Namek as an arrogant alien, much like Vegeta, but was amazed at how calm and open he could be around prancing donkeys like Goku and his son. She had seen from the beginning Piccolo had a soft spot for Gohan, most likely from his days protecting the boy in the wilds as he trained for the Saiyans' arrival.

The forest-haired teenager nodded, thanking him in silence before slowly rising into the sky. Piccolo turned, making his way back to the waterfall as Ona took off through the clouds.

~*~

Human habitations amazed Ona in every way. On Gaija, a few families would gather together and live on a particularly cavernous mountainside, making no changes to the land besides constructing a collective stable. The cities of Earth extended on for miles many times, brimming with impossibly tall structures and housing of every shape, size, and color. Humans bustled about the city constantly, at all times of day and in all weather. Various types of vehicles, from hover cars to wheeled monstrosities, clogged each and every one of the city's many streets. This was an amazing feat in itself due to the eight lanes many large roads consisted of.

Ona coughed a bit, still awed at the massive amounts of pollution Earth's huge cities created. Apparently, new vehicles designed by Capsule Corporation were electric, but much of the toxic waste created by older cars still remained.

Swooping low, the forest-haired teenager decided it would be in her best interests to remain inconspicuous. As she had discovered, Earthlings didn't normally fly, so she would have to find a way in on her own two feet.

Ona nosedived, plummeting stealthily into a dumpster.

"Wonderful aim," she mumbled, nursing her head. Her attempt at righting herself before landing was a total failure, which she duly noted while gripping the edge of the dumpster and flipping herself over it and onto the cement.

Now rubbing multiple scratches and bumps profusely, Ona finally got to her feet. At least she blended in.

The teenager dusted herself off, retreating from the alley and onto the sidewalk. She took a small elastic from her pocket, pushing her wild forest green hair into a sloppy bun as she casually wove her way between the flow of oncoming walkers.

She still wore her training clothes, which were primarily hand-me-downs from Bulma cut and sown to be better equipped for standing the ferocity of their battles. Her outfit consisted of a tattered gray sleeveless, the bottom ripped to her mid-stomach. Ona had opted for small leather straps on each side, holding the shirt to her pants. They were an old pair of hiphugger stretch jeans, the knees practically inexistent.

She was barefoot, for her first time wearing shoes had been a disaster. The Briefs had caught the Saiyan on the couch, chewing the innocent sneakers off because the double knot Bulma had put them in wouldn't come loose.

Ona stopped, blinking at the bright sun. It was past noon, and the summer heat was beginning to get to her. The sidewalks swirled, the very air shaking from the immense temperature. Glancing back to the road, she saw the distant dome of Capsule Corporation, the white surface shimmering like water.

Not exactly in the best of moods to deal with Bulma, Ona took a detour down the nearest off-street. Her throat was dry, her tongue constantly hydrating her chapped lips. She was already beginning to regret coming to the city, but pressed on when remembering her motivation.

A small sign hung before her, completely dead as it drifted limply from its support beam. Ona had never succeeded in learning Earth's written language, so she used the picture of a glass cup on the main sign as an invitation. She opened a small, wooden door and stepped inside, her senses flooding with the smells and sounds.

The inside was dark, making the wooden bar off to one side barely visible by multiple dim, hanging lamps. The dank, wooden room was full of pool tables, the green vinyl of their surfaces dull and worn to a deep gray. The sporadic click of cues hitting unsuspecting pool balls could be heard all around, usually followed by some sort of obscenity. The bar was quiet for the most part, the bartender standing off to one side as he cleaned out a dull yellow glass with a rag. Two of the five barstools were occupied by a collapsed drunk, whose fitful snoring could be heard from the entrance where Ona stood.

A few heads looked up to acknowledge the new arrival, then went back to what they were doing. A few whispers could be heard, but the mostly-male occupied room ignored her for the most part. The forest-haired teenager sat at the bar, the afro-haired bartender approaching her.

"Excuse me, miss... How old are you?" Ona squinted at the dark man, tilting her head.

"Well, I was five when I lived on Gaija. My little brother was born a year after I arrived, and he was nine when I left. I have no idea how long it took me to get here." She looked up at the wide-eyed bartender.

"Well, um, okay. What would you like?"

After a few drinks, Ona sighed and leaned against the bar, propped on her elbow in resignation. The alcohol didn't affect her system nearly as much as it would for a human, so the fact she was still awake caused numerous curious looks from the other drinkers.

"O-o-oe-na?" A muffled sniffle questioned. The teenager's head shot up, staring around to see who had recognized her. Her eyes landed on a tall, scar-faced man, who tilted his head and tucked his pool cue under one arm as he walked over.

"What are you doing here?" Ona asked suspiciously, taking the still unconscious man beside her and propping him against the bar so she could use one of his two barstools. Yamcha sat beside her, leaning on the bar and sighing.

"Getting away." The teenager tilted her head, signaling the bartender.

"Get this man a shot. I'm paying," she instructed, turning her attention back to the scruffy man beside her. His "five o'clock shadow" was already past evening, and his hair was tussled all about his head. Yamcha looked at her and smiled, wiping sleepy seeds from his eyes.

"Thanks," he said quietly, turning back to looking straight ahead, gaze focused on nothing in particular.

"You look horrible," Ona informed him as the bartender clicked a small shot glass against the wooden bar.

"Thanks." The forest-haired girl stifled a snort, and tapped her fingers on the wood to get his attention.

"What happened to you?" She asked. Yamcha looked up, weary and tired.

"Bulma broke up with me." Ona sucked in air, stopping herself from telling him she already knew.

"Drink up." The scar-faced man looked up, his lip curling in a half smile. She nodded towards the shot glass, Yamcha hastily picking up the small object and twirling it in his fingers before taking a sip.

"You know what though... She's so right," he muttered, putting the amber glass on the counter. Ona raised an eyebrow.

"What do you mean?" Yamcha chuckled half-heartedly, his voice quivering.

"She was right about everything!" He cried suddenly, slamming his glass on the bar. Ona leaned back in surprise, and he softened his expression. "She was right about me.. She caught me with Ruri.. I didn't deserve her." Yamcha looked up, his eyes shining with unshed tears. Ona shivered, lightly patting his shoulder. She glanced around nervously, not used to the art of comforting people.

"I need to get my head out of the clouds, she said.. She said she wasn't the girl for me.. Who is for me?!" He continued. His arm shook, trembling fingers clasping the shot glass in front of him. "Ten years?! TWENTY?!" Yamcha threw the glass across the room, which shattered against the far wall. The other occupants of the bar looked up, but seemed disinterested. Things like it must happen all the time.

"Yamcha. Why did you see other women, when you were with her?" Ona asked quietly, trying to calm down the twitching man.

"I.. I don't know. I didn't know what I had." He looked at her, his eyes slit in a vain attempt to prevent his imminent tears.

"When you find your girl, you will know what you have." She smiled, patting his arm and standing up. "Don't be here. You must have a game tomorrow, right?" Yamcha nodded quietly, getting up, somewhat shaky.

"Ma'am.. Your tab-" Ona grabbed the bartender by the collar.

"I'll send it in. Give the bill to Capsule Corp." His eyes widened.

"Um, yes miss.. What's your n-name?"

"Put the bill under Ona. Give them this note too," she instructed, taking a pen from the bartender's pocket as she put him back down. She scribbled on his order form and tucked it into his pouch. "Thanks." She took a stunned Yamcha by the arm, pushing him out the front door.

~*~

"Bulma? There's something here I want you to explain," Dr. Briefs called, Bulma poking her out the door of her lab. Coming down the stairs, the doctor handed his daughter a small piece of paper scribbled in something unidentifiable.

"Hm. Looks like it's written in.. Saiyan?" She furrowed her brow, then looked up in surprise.

Bulma,

This is the bill for breaking that weakling's heart. Thanks for the drink.

-Ona.

"What is it, dear?" Dr. Briefs asked. Bulma chuckled, throwing the paper over her shoulder and heading back up the stairs to her lab, slamming the door.

Vegeta walked into the kitchen just at that moment, raising an eyebrow before spotting the note on the floor. Picking it up, his eyebrows shot up in surprise, and his glance turned to the lab, before he erupted in laughter.

"Oh honey, you're home!" Vegeta's eyes widened as he was tackled by an everlastingly happy Mrs. Briefs.

~*~

Author's Note: I know it's not as long as my others, but that just seemed like an ingenious place to end it. I know this took a while, but I've gotten massive inspiration back, and, well, the next chapter should be much more exciting. :)

Dedications: Vegeta's Gyal - As always, you are an awesome friend and inspiration. Thanks for always being there for me.

Plugs: For all those fans of both mine and Vegeta's Gyal's work, check out our PFF (Party Fanfiction), "Triumph of Devotion," by Kerurshi.

Have a nice day.