Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The Unexpected ❯ After the Cell Games ( Chapter 1 )

Disclaimer: Any and all characters from DBZ that are used in this story belong to Akira Toriyama. So now that you all know that I don't own DBZ, DON'T SUE!!! Trust me - It's not worth it.

Author's note: This is a major AU fic. My idea is somewhat weird, I know, so if you don't like it, don't read.

The Unexpected

Chapter One: After the Cell Games

The Prince of the Saiyans couldn't believe it. How Kakarot, merely a lowly third-class, had sacrificed his life to save the entire universe, his friends and family, his son, and his unborn children. Twins. How he had put into the prince's hands the life of his unborn son and daughter. His to be molded, Histo protect until his dying day. Vegeta, for now, had forgotten that he had been surpassed by Kakarot's son. He knew that he too would achieve that level of power with time and training. At the present, he was too occupied with the burden that his rival had placed upon him. A memory of the ever-cheerful voice of Goku echoed through Vegeta's head. // Promise me you'll take care of them. Train them. Make them strong. They are Saiyans, and you are their prince. Promise me…// And the proud Saiyan prince had, sealing the vow with a solemn nod of the head. These two small lives, along with his son's, were his to watch over. And he swore to himself that, by all his power, he would uphold his honor and fulfill his fellow Saiyan's death wish.

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One year later…

"Coming!"

Buruma answered the door, slightly annoyed. Whoever it was ringing the doorbell must have been in one hell of a hurry, and she had half a mind to tell them off now. As the door swung open to reveal an extremely frantic Gohan, Buruma smiled, her irritation disappearing.

"Hey, kid. How's it going?"

"ITSHAPPENINGOHMYGODWHATDOIDOMOM'SINLABOR!!!" the boy gushed out, clearly traumatized and in a state of helpless frenzy. Buruma sweatdropped.

"Whoa, whoa, Gohan. Take it easy. A little slower this time, so I can actually understand what you're saying?"

The boy took a deep breath and began again, speaking very slowly, as if he were spelling something out for a toddler, not speaking to the rich, famed Queen of the Saiyans and President of Capsule Corporation, Buruma Briefs.

"My mother is having the twins. NOW!!! SO EVERYBODY GET THEIR ASSES OVER TO THE HOSPITAL!!!"

By this time, Vegeta had come running to the source of the infernal racket, clearly pissed that his training had been interrupted. Upon hearing this news, he quickly took charge of the situation.

"Onna, you go get the brat and your parents, and meet me back here in one minute. Boy, you go back to the hospital and use one of those pathetic human communication devices and call the rest of the weakling humans, if you wish them to be there. I'll go get one of the woman's transports ready. Well? What are you two waiting for? MOVE IT!!!"

Everyone snapped into action. Buruma practically flew into Trunks' room, grabbed him, and went in search of her parents. Gohan powered up and raced back to the hospital, where he began rounding up the rest of the Z Warriors via telephone, while Vegeta calmly floated to Buruma's lab, grabbed the fastest transport capsule he could find, and hovered right back to the front door, where he was met with a panting Buruma, a still-disgruntled-from-sleep chibi Trunks, and his sickeningly cheerful in-laws. Popping the capsule open, everyone scrambled in and the aircraft zoomed over to Satan City Hospital.

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Meanwhile, Son Chichi was NOT enjoying herself.

Not only was she in labor, but her only son had ditched her, her husband was dead, and for some reason nobody could get a hold of her father. Today was NOT a good day, and she was determined to ruin it for everyone else too, by screeching as loudly as she could and bitching to the doctors and nurses that dared to enter her room.

Ten minutes later, the waiting room was crammed full of people. Master Roshi, Krillen, 18, Marron, Yamucha, Tien, Chaotzu, the Briefs, and even Piccolo, who Gohan had called using his mild telepathic abilities, were there, eagerly awaiting the arrival of the newborns. Gohan had risked facing his mother's wrath and was in the delivery room with her. The Z Fighters didn't have long to wait, if the cries of two babies were any indication. An elderly doctor strode out of the room, clad in a surgical gown, his gloves soaked in blood. Buruma strode forward.

"How is she?"

The elderly man smiled and announced that the twins were delivered successfully. Both children were perfectly healthy, and the mother was expected to recover quickly. He looked nervously at the rather intimidating seven-foot green man, faltered, and then pulled close to Buruma, speaking in a hushed tone.

"There is one small abnormality, however, which I'm afraid I am unable to explain."

Buruma chuckled. "I don't suppose that both twins have been born with brown fuzzy tails, have they?"

The doctor was taken aback, but recovered quickly. "With the mother's permission, I will remove them, if it is what she wants."

"Absolutely NOT!!!" Vegeta hissed, clearly infuriated. "Keep your hands off of the brats, old man, or ELSE." Completing his threat with his patented glare and flexing of his muscles, the doctor wisely backed off.

"As you wish, sir, I will do nothing to the children."

"You better not," replied the prince. "And keep your mouth shut about all of this, too."

Slightly inclining his head in a gesture of respect, the doctor retreated from the room, just as Buruma came to her senses and exploded.

"VEGETA!!! HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO THE POOR MAN LIKE THAT!!! AND DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT WILL HAPPEN IF WE DON'T CUT THEM OFF? ARE YOU CRAZY?!"

"Onna, first of all, I will speak to the pathetic geezer in any manner I wish. Secondly, there is no need to lose your sanity over the issue, as I can teach the little brats how to control their transformed selves when the time comes. I WOULD have taught our boy as well, had you not, in your haste, severed his tail at birth." Vegeta glared at her.

"Fine, fine, whatever. Right now, we should go in and see Chichi."

The large group of fighters walked into the room and were met with a charming sight. Gohan, sitting in a chair next to his mother's bed, was grinning widely and gently holding a baby boy, who already had a head full of black spiky hair. He looked exactly like Goku. Chichi, exhausted from her exertions, but nevertheless content, was cradling a baby girl, who, curiously enough, also had been born with hair. Her black spikes, smaller and greater in number than those of the Saiyan male, flowed down to her chin. She had high cheekbones, a narrow chin, and onyx eyes - though she resembled Chichi in some ways, none of the fighters had ever seen someone with such unusual features as hers before, all save Vegeta. The prince widened his eyes and blinked, all the while staring at the little girl.

Gohan looked up as they entered. "Hey, guys, come and meet my new little brother and sister. This little guy's name is Goten. Mom and I already decided that, but we can't think of a good one for her. Any suggestions?"

Vegeta stepped forward, getting the attention of Kakarot's black-haired annoying harpy of a mate, who screeched, "There is no WAY that I am going to let that… that THING…", she pointed at Vegeta, "CHOOSE THE NAME OF MY ONLY DAUGHTER!!!"

Vegeta growled. He had always disliked the annoying loud-mouthed bitch, and was itching to kick her ass, but he kept his temper in check and simply stated as if it were final, "The girl's name shall be Sereri."

The rest of the Z Warriors wisely kept silent throughout this exchange, not wanting to arouse the tempers of either the Saiyan prince before them or the deadly, frying-pan wielding woman in the hospital bed across the room. They were shocked that Chichi actually considered Vegeta's decision. Finally, after a brief moment of silence, she smiled, to the surprise of the surly man in front of her.

"That's perfect. It's a very beautiful name, Vegeta, and that's a surprise, especially coming from you." He snorted. "How did you come up with it?"

The prince's face hardened. "I remember as a small child in the palace on Vegeta-sei once meeting Bardok and Sereri, Kakarot's parents. I simply chose the name because the brat looks exactly like her grandmother did."