Lemme know if this is any good. I got bored over the summer, cooked this up, and never posted it. Ok, this DBZ fic takes place after the end of Z and before GT.
<b>Chapter One</b>
His pitch-black, spiky hair waved slightly in the wind coming in from the open window while the sun glistened on his slick blue clothes, revealing every muscle below the cloth as he stood looking out of a second floor window at Capsule Corp.
“Almost nineteen years. Damn you Kakarotto,” he said slamming his fist against the window frame.
He closed his eyes and in his mind he could see two men fighting. One with wild spiky hair wearing an orange gi revealing a blue under shirt and a pair of dark blue bracers on his wrists. The other in blue elastic-like armor with his upper body protected by a white elastic-like armor with a tannish color covering the abdomen area and then stretching over the shoulders. The two drew back their hands, began to concentrate their energy, thrusted their hands forward, and unleashed two powerful blasts at each other.
“Ka…me…ha…me… HA!”
“Gallet… GUN!”
The two men struggled to over power the others blast until…
“Kaio-ken times four!”
The blast from the man in the orange gi over powered the blast of the man in armor, sending him flying.
Opening his eyes he seen only the blue sky and clouds outside the window.
“Feh. He always seems to surpass me.” The man then turned from the window, “But that will change soon enough.” At that moment a middle aged woman called from down stairs, “Vegeta. Time for breakfast!”
“I’m coming,” he said with an evil grin as he headed toward and down the stairs.
Once he had gotten into the kitchen, he sat down at the table with a slight grunt.
“Where are Trunks and Bra?”
A woman with a bowl haircut and light blue hair, with slight wrinkles on her cheeks turned around and set down eggs, bacon, sausage, and biscuits. She then placed her hands on her back as if there was a slight pain in it. “I think Trunks mentioned going over to Goten’s, and I believe that Bra went to the mall.” she said staring at her younger looking husband taking her hands off of her back.
“How is it you never seem to age?”
“Bulma, I’ve told you before. Saiyan’s don’t age as quickly so that we can fight longer.”
“Oh… right.” she replied with a bit of disappointment. And with that the two began to eat silently.
Not alot, I know. Jes wanted to see whether I should continue or not.