Fan Fiction ❯ Can 2 Saiyans truly love each other? ❯ How to become a Super Saiyan ( Chapter 1 )

Chapter 1

How to become a Super Saiyan

Aaliyah had just came home from the last day at San Juan Junior High. She was finally going to be a Freshman next year and go to school with her older sister, Bulma , who was going to be a Junior next year at Anaranjado High.

"Bulma!!! Where are you?" She yelled as she entered the kitchen, searching for food the second she got in the door. Being a Saiyan was hard especially when they only fed you once in school.

"Estoy aqui. Que quieres?" Bulma replied as she slumped down the stairs. She looked like she had just wiped away a fresh set of tears before Aaliyah came home.

"Nada, Hermana. Cual es el problema? Tu novio otra vez?" Aaliyah asked. She hoped it wasn't about Yamcha, Bulma's losery boyfriend, again. Because he had hurt her so many times. And Aaliyah would have blasted him to Hell long time ago if Bulma would have allowed it.

"Si, Hermanita. Me siento tan triste porque yo pienso no me ama. Pero yo amo Yamcha tan mucho y yo quiero estar con el. Y yo quiero estar enamorado de mi novio pero…."

Bulma drifted off in her words as she put her head on the table and began to cry.

"No llores Hermana. Te amo y la familia te aman. Te no ama y yo no se por que. Tu eres tan preciosa, carinsa, y inteligente. Simpatica, bonita y a toda. El es un maricon. Sale. Y busca para un otro novio. Mejora. Tu sabes te puedes." Aaliyah said, hoping that would console her grieving sister.

"Tu eres correcto Hermanita!" Bulma said as she popped back up and looked at herself. She twisted around and admired her fragile, curvy figure.

"Yo soy tan bonita y sexy! Yo puedo buscar para un otro novio. Y un novio mas guapo tambien!!!" She said as she kissed her little sister on the cheek and ran back upstairs to her room.

"Now what did I come in the kitchen for? Oh yeah! Comida!!" Aaliyah thought as she ran back to the fridge.

Just then, Vegeta cascaded down the stairs, almost floating, in his usual arrogant way. His head was tilted high and he crossed his arms in front of his chest as if he demanded something of Aaliyah telepathically.

"Uh, what Veggie?" Aaliyah asked, already annoyed by his silent yet arrogant entrance.

"What do you think I want? The same thing you're here for." He said, moving her out of the way and raiding the fridge.

"Well in that case…" Aaliyah said as she shoved Vegeta's head farther into the refrigerator, causing him to curse out in Saiyago.

"Kuso! Songbird, what do you think you're doing?!?! Did you just shove the Prince of the Saiyan Elite Force into a … well you know what it is!" Vegeta said, still trying to learn all the Earth terms for their inventions.

Vegeta had always called Aaliyah "Songbird" ever since he heard her sing for the first time. She sounded so beautful and he was mesmerized by her soft voice. Especially since it contrasted so much with her personality. Thus, she was dubbed Songbird.

"Yes Vegetable head. I pushed the little wannabe Saiyan Elite into the fridge."

Aaliyah replied, her voice dripping with a sarcastic tone of sympathy.

"Wannabe? Are you trying to say I'm not the World's Strongest?" Vegeta asked, anger spewing from his mouth as he was about to tackle Aaliyah to the ground for even trying to say he wasn't the Strongest.

"Well, Vegeta, you are in fact extremely strong. But Kakarrot and I still bypass you in our abilities. And I would tell you how to become an Super Saiyan like Goku or maybe even an Ultra Saiyan like myself. But you are so pig headed that you don't want to take advice from anyone. And it's so funny because it's the simplest solution …"

Aaliyah was trying to entice his curiousity for a change. Usually, she wanted him away from her as soon as possible. But today, for some reason, messing with him just seemed like the thing to do.

"How?" Vegeta replied. Vegeta secretly looked up and down the 14 year old's body. It wasn't wrong because he was only 15 himself.

He noticed her long, wavy hair. It was dark brown and came to her lower back. She had sparkling brown eyes that amazed him to no end. And she was so curvy in all the right places. Yet she was muscular from training. She had light almond colored skin. Your average Puerto Rican girl.

"Okay, all you need is…"

"AALIYAH!!! Come up here for a second!" Bulma yelled from upstairs.

"Oh, I'll tell you later. I gotta go!" She said, happy she had gotten his attention and left him hanging. She heard him grunt, as if he had really anticipated hearing what she had to say. "Aww, poor Vegeta." She thought. Yeah right..