"This is making me crazy! So what if he's a super evil alien, he's not the type to just abandon his friends!" Bulma said, exploding at the dinner table before her parents and her guest, Yamcha.
"Bul, maybe you should keep it down." Yamcha said, knowing full well that the girl's voice carried.
"Oh shut up." she muttered, glancing at the three before her: her mother, her father, and her boyfriend. Surely, they all thought she was mad. Well, of course she was mad, but not mad as in, mental case.
"I…" she began, "I'm just worried about him. I don't understand why he'd prefer to stay there rather than going home with Krillin or even us." She said, looking to Yamcha.
"You know how he is. The guy looked really buff, no doubt he's looking forward to sparring with him." Yamcha said, reminding the girl whom they were talking about.
Bulma sighed, feeling better instantly, "That's true." The corners of her mouth lifting into a slight smile, she looked to her boyfriend, glad she'd invited him.
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The weekend was upon them; Saturday having passed, it was Sunday and it was hot. The weather man had said it was a record high of ninty-nine degrees fahrenheit. Goku was lying on his back at noon, looking up at the stained ceiling, stains from the leaky roof, stains from the rain season. Kami, he loved it when it rained. This heat just wasn't his style. He was feeling better though, much better. Vejita had told him that he was well, that he could leave when he liked, but he didn't leave. He didn't want to. This person, Vejita, this Saiyajin. He was the only other being anywhere that understood him. No, he didn't want to leave.
"Baka, what are you doing?" Vejita asked in confused annoyance. The boy had been lying there since morning, doing nothing more than sweating, filling the room with his oh-so-fabulous scent.
"You stink like Hell." Vejita muttered, standing in the doorway, having just returned from the corner store, a bag full of groceries in each hand.
"Nn, smells wonderful."
Vejita's eyes widened, "Nani?"
"The food. I'm starving." Goku said, sitting up, wondering how on earth he'd ever forgotten food.
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"I've known a great many Saiyajin, but I've never met another that could eat near as much as you." Vejita said, a slight teasing in his tone.
Goku looked up with a closed-lipped smile, his cheeks filled with the delicious beef and rice.
Vejita shook his head, a slight smile finding it's way to the corners of his mouth. Looking down at his nearly empty bowl, he let his thoughts go back to the conversation he'd had with the clerk at the corner store.
Goku sat back, his stomach bulging slightly he was so full. That's when he noticed his friend's expression
"What's tha matter?"
"Hn? Oh, just something I heard." Vejita muttered, rising from his seat, collecting the disposable plates and chopsticks, throwing them in the trash. He looked around, somewhat disappointed with the far too easy cleanup. Now there was nothing to occupy himself with rather than answer the boy's questions.
Goku noticed this, and decided to leave it for later. His fellow Saiyajin was easier to talk to at night anyway.
"Let's train." Goku said, sitting up and retying the sash around his waist.
Vejita nearly smiled again, it was exactly what he wanted to hear, "Too bad there's only that damned dojo. It's been a while since I've really stretched my muscles."
Goku stood, grinning, "Right, let's go to my house. It's on an island. No one else is there for sure!"
Vejita glanced out the window. Clouds seemed to be gathering, causing the sky to haze with a slight darkness that was inappropriate for the time.
The two warriors stepped outside, not bothering with the lock as they started their short walk to the shore.
"I hope it rains." Goku said under his breath, letting the humidity soak into his skin.
Looking around for any spectators, the two jumped into the air. Once high enough not to be noticed, they blasted off, careful not to go too fast.
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"I love the weekend!" Yamcha exclaimed as the group proceeded down the few steps of the sidewalk that led to the small parking lot of the newest play park for children that had been recently added to East City. They'd planned to meet there in order to travel together to one of Meijin Roshi's barbecues on his island.
"Yeah, but school's tomorrow." Bulma said through a sigh, causing everyone to fall into a momentary silence.
"True. But just five more days until another weekend." Yamcha said through a grin.
"Are you coming too, Rio?" Krillin asked, changing the subject drastically, looking to the newest addition to the group who'd come along with Chi-Chi. It's not like Goku was going to be at the barbecue, so there was no need to be rude.
"Sure." The boy answered simply, smiling down at Chi-Chi. His nose still had a faint bluish tint to it from the head on collision he'd had with a soccer ball five days ago, but it was hardly noticeable.
Krillin pulled a semi-large capsule from his pocket, pressing the button on its top and tossing into a clearing on the black-paved sea.
"Wow, looks like you came prepared." Maron said, clapping her hands together. Her and Krillin got the front two seats of the large aircraft, then Bulma and Yamcha, and then Chi-Chi and Rio Senshu.
"Is this the 4,000 Mega-T's model?" Bulma asked in astonishment. It was one of her father's latest creations and she had yet to have a test drive.
"Uh huh, Meijin Roshi's letting me borrow it for today." Krillin said, smiling with pride as he pressed a few buttons and flipped a few switches, causing the large mass of metal to rise and hover high in the air.
"You mean, this is the one with a mini-hyper drive?" Yamcha asked, his eyes wide as he leaned against the window, trying to get a view of the boosters.
"Yup." Krillin answered as he started her up, taking off towards the island he called home.
It had been merely five minutes and Bulma was already yelling, "Come on Krillin, make a jump! Don't be such a wussy!"
"Yeah!" Yamcha chimed in.
Finally unable to stand up to his friends protests, Krillin locked in the coordinates and pressed the large red button with bold black letters written upon it, reading: JUMP.
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Goku smiled as the tiny green island came into sight, the large pink house framed with palm trees. It was the picture of paradise.
"This is you're home?" Vejita asked, looking down at the normalcy of it all, hesitant to land.
Goku stopped, his head cocked to the side, giving his new friend a questioning look, "Yeah. You okay?"
Vejita quickly nodded as the two of them descended, landing with a tap of their boots.
"Hey, everyone's here." Goku said as they both stepped up onto the porch, making their way past the screen door to the, upon their arrival, semi-crowded kitchen.
"Oh, Goku, my boy, didn't expect to see you here." Meijin Roshi said, closing the refrigerator door after getting a beer.
Receiving only a confused look from the boy, Roshi continued, "I'm having a barbecue, remember?"
Goku only shrugged, smiling. He never remembered such things.
"Well, you and your friend come on around back. The water's great for a swim."
Stepping out the back door, all eyes were on them, "Goku! Wow, I'm so glad you came!" Bulma and Krillin exclaimed in unison, rising from their lawn chairs.
"Thanks," Goku said through a smile, hand behind his head, "I brought Vejita too. I didn't know there was a barbecue today. We were hopin' to get some trainin' done."
"Hey, no problem, nothing like some good martial arts to watch while you're relaxing." Yamcha said, leaning back in his chair that was ever so close to Bulma's.
"Ugh… Martial arts?" Chi-Chi whined, "Must every get together involve fighting?" No one regarded the statement; however, knowing full well that Chi-Chi had little interest in the sport.
Roshi's eyes were bulging behind his glasses. He was wearing a Hawaiian style button up shirt over a pair of swimming trunks much like Krillin, Yamcha, and Rio whoever, but his attention remained on the girls. Chi-Chi, wearing a pastel pink one piece that was sure to be at least semi-see through once she got wet, Bulma, wearing a skimpy bright blue bikini littered with tiny white daisies, and Maron, wearing a neon pink one piece that barely covered her voluptuousness.
"Great!" Goku said, stepping over to the shore, getting as much distance as possible from the group. Vejita followed his movements, standing across from the warrior, his instincts kicking in. Every movement was noticed, the old man flipping burgers, the sizzle of the grill, the blue-haired beauty flipping the pages of her magazine, the rustling of cloth as a breeze sifted between them, everything.
Goku couldn't help but smirk, mirroring his opponent's expression of sheer delight. Battle. Something surged through the Earth-Saiyajin's veins, pure adrenaline.
"You realize, two Saiyajin haven't fought in years." Vejita said, his voice a hiss, but not one of annoyance or disgust, one of excitement.
"Hm? Did he say Saiyajin?" Roshi questioned, his eyebrows raising high over the red rim of his sunglasses.
"Yeah," Bulma sighed, keeping her attention on her magazine, "Turns out not only is Goku an alien, which we all knew, but he's one of the two last Saiyajin left alive, who both happen to be here on this very tiny island, on a planet where every inhabitant hates every fiber of their very being."
"Wow." Roshi said, impressed with the girls statement, but more impressed with his best pupil's heritage.
Vejita, clad in a navy spandex, sleeveless, two piece body suit and white gloves and boots, crouched down, his arms and legs posed in a flawless defensive positing.
"Check it out. His stance. There isn't a single opening." Krillin said, amazed, gaining Roshi and Yamcha's attention. The three of them (Goku, Krillin, and Yamcha) had been students under the incredible old master (Roshi) and knew well enough that this was a once in a lifetime spectacle.
"This is gonna be good." Goku said, surprising Vejita as he proceeded to remove his wristbands, his boots, and then his undershirt, leaving him in nothing more than the thin, cool fabric of his gi.
After receiving an ever so slightly questioning expressing, "They're weighted. I can move faster without 'em." He explained as he positioned himself into an offensive stance, taking measure to be sure that he was in fact the one to begin this little match.
By now Bulma was looking up, a bit interested in the concentration that seemed to seep from their pores and out into reality, drawing all their eyes to them. Chi-Chi and Rio were in their own world, however, whispering things to one another, flirting and giggling, completely unaware of the historical event.
Maron was also in another world, but literally. She was skipping around, discovering things that were in fact discovered the last time she'd been there, by her.
"Oh, what a pretty flower! Look, Krillin." She didn't take offense though when he didn't respond, instead skipping off around the house to investigate other things.
Suddenly, Goku was speeding forward, twisting his body until his knee swung around to make contact with Vejita's head with powerful momentum. The elder of the two wasn't attacked so easily, however, and blocked it with his forearm, thrusting his other arm forward, his fist being caught. A few seconds passed, both of them smirking at one another before they sprang backwards, doing a series of flips. Goku's bare feet dug into the soft sand as he pushed off, Vejita doing the same. They collided, their fingers interlocking as they had a small pushing bout, testing one another's strength.
Vejita was more than impressed as he stepped back, circling his opponent. He could tell that the boy was relying on pure instinct, he could smell it on him, but he also knew that the boy didn't understand it, just used it.
This time they were in the air, going at each other with uncharted speed, fists contacting and blood spilling. The sky thundered from the power of it.
They had their audience's full attention now, "Are you sure they're not trying to kill each other?" Bulma asked, removing her bright blue-rimmed sunglasses.
"No, they're both smiling, like they're enjoying it." Yamcha said, more than amazed.
"They say the Saiyajin started the wars cause they love to fight, no other reason." Roshi said, reminding himself that he once trained this young man before him, he'd helped him get where he is today.
"Jita. You're great." Goku said, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his breath coming a bit shorter.
Vejita only smirked, taking on a defensive pose in the air, willing the boy to attack again. This was the best thing he'd experienced in years and he didn't want it to end. Not now, not ever. That's when he knew he couldn't live without the boy.
Goku hovered back a bit, willing his aching body to straighten as he threw his head back, screaming with the raw energy of the power in his veins. The wind changed and his aura brightened, visible to all as a sort of translucent blue flame, causing his hair to change a bit, being blown upward.
Vejita practically grinned. He hadn't expected that. The boy was capable of hiding and saving his energy as well as increasing it tremendously. Now it was his turn. Following nearly the same movements,
Vejita powered up, his golden aura becoming visible as well.
"Is that G---Goku?" Chi-Chi asked, surprised to see the hunger on his face.
"I think maybe he's always been like this, but could never spar with us like that… We'd have been killed for sure." Krillin said, a bit disappointed that his best friend was that much stronger than he was.
"They're not Human." Rio muttered. That's when he realized that this group of wackos had been saying Saiyajin.
