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Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
DragonBall V: A World Both Familiar and Foreign

Chapter 15: Message in a Space Bottle

[AN: It has been a few years since chapter 14. Gohan is now
8 years old. Trunks never showed up to warn about any killer androids and so
far Goku hasn’t suffered from any killer heart virii]

Vegeta strolled into Bulma’s lab,
a towel around his shoulders from the workout in the gravity generator he had
just finished. “What are you working on, woman? I thought you’d be in bed by
now.” Vegeta scowled as he looked over Bulma’s
shoulder.

Bulma looked up at her mate and smiled. “Hey hon. I received
a strange message but I can’t understand it. But the language sounds familiar.
You know a fair number of alien languages, right?” After Vegeta nodded, Bulma pressed
a button to play the message. “Does this one sound familiar?”

Vegeta’s gaze became intense. “Where did
that message come from!?”

Bulma blinked in surprise at the prince’s response. “Well,
to tell the truth I’m not sure yet. Do you recognize the language?”

Vegeta nodded grimly. “It’s Saiyan… a slang form of it
anyway. Do you know how many light years away this message came from?”

Bulma typed on the keyboard in front of her for several
minutes and frowned. “No. Actually, it looks like it came through subspace…
it’s a near real time message.”

Vegeta leaned forward, gripping the work table so hard it
cracked. “That’s impossible! There aren’t any Saiyans left except for Kakkarot
and myself!”

Bulma shrugged. “Maybe some weren’t on Vegeta-sei when Freiza destroyed it or
perhaps some managed to escape?”

Vegeta frowned in thought. “Do you have a three dimensional
space map handy?”

Bulma rolled her seat over to another station and punched in
a sequence and a three dimensional space map hologram popped up in the middle
of the room. “Here you go, hon.”

Vegeta looked over the map and walked over to one section.
“Make this area larger.” He commanded.

“Just touch it.” Bulma replied softly.

Vegeta grunted and brought his hand forward and a menu
popped up. A moment later that area of the map was the only one on the large
hologram. “Play the message again, woman.” Vegeta growled out. Bulma sighed,
knowing that Vegeta would be a jerk until he was satisfied, and played the
message again. Vegeta frowned and brought his finger up and traced a path on
the map until he came to a planet. He tapped the planet and a menu popped up
and he selected an option to display everything known about the planet. “This
planet has an abundance of animal and plant life, but no sentient life. I wonder
why it was never sold by Frieza?”

Bulma shivered slightly at the mention of the maniacal space
tyrant. She walked over and looked at the surrounding area around the planet.
“See this red field here? It’s a thick gas cloud. Most travelers would avoid
it. My guess is, this planet is only visible
occasionally so maybe no one had looked into it further?”

Vegeta frowned. “Maybe. Woman,
prepare the space ship. I’m going to go see Kakkarot and then we’re going to
investigate this. If there are Saiyans out there trying to contact me, then it
is my duty as their prince to meet them.”

Bulma scowled, not liking the idea of Vegeta going out into
space again. However, she knew there was no use in arguing with him. She
watched as he walked out and then blasted off into the air towards the Son
home.

*********************

Vegeta stormed into the Son house as if he owned it and
immediately bellowed. “Kakkarot! I must speak with you
at once!”

Chi-Chi ran into the room and frowned at Vegeta. “Goku is
taking a bath. Won’t you have a seat and wait? I can get you some tea.”

Vegeta snarled at Chi-Chi, but immediately frowned and sat
down. It wouldn’t be a good idea to upset Goku’s mate, both because Goku was
approximately equal in strength to Vegeta and because Chi-Chi talked to Bulma
regularly and something like that would mean he’d have to sleep on the couch.
Not that the couch wasn’t very comfortable, mind you, but even Vegeta doesn’t
like sleeping alone. Plus it’s a lot harder to get your mate interested in sex
when you’re down the hall from her. “Fine.” Vegeta
said flatly.

Gohan wandered in, taking a break from his studies and
stretched with a yawn. He had heard Vegeta’s voice so figured it was the
perfect chance to take a break. “Hey Uncle Vegeta!”
Gohan exclaimed, hopping up onto the couch to wrap his arms around the prince’s
neck in an embrace.

Vegeta grunted and patted the boy on the back. He didn’t
know why the boy insisted on calling him uncle or displaying affection, but as
one of the last Saiyans… possibly last Saiyans, Vegeta mentally corrected
himself, it was advantageous to have a good relationship with the boy. Plus, he
didn’t have any children of his own yet and he was beginning to wonder if he
ever would. “Gohan.” Vegeta said with a nod. “You’re
taking a break from your studies I see. When am I going to be
able to convince you to spar with me, brat?”

Gohan frowned, not from being called a brat as he was
accustomed to that from the elder Saiyan, but because he brought up fighting
again. “You’d pound me into the ground, Uncle Vegeta. I haven’t been practicing
that much.”

Vegeta scowled. “You have the blood of a warrior race
flowing through your veins and all you do is study, boy! It’s not healthy. You
need to get better at fighting, we might have to rely
on you in combat someday.”

Gohan had become practiced at changing the subject on
Vegeta, which he chose to do now. “So how is Aunt Bulma?”

Vegeta couldn’t help the grin that came to his face whenever
he thought of his beloved mate. “As beautiful as the day I met her. And twice as feisty. In fact, it was a discovery of hers
that is the reason I’m here.”

Gohan’s ears perked up. Discoveries always caught his
attention. He loved visiting Bulma and spending the day with her in her lab and
learning things that she had discovered or invented. “Oh? What is it, Uncle
Vegeta?”

Vegeta shook his head slowly. “I’m waiting for Kakkarot to
return from the bath so that I can discuss it with him.” The prince noticed the
boy’s expression turn sad, so he quickly added, “But you’re welcome to stay and
listen. After all, it may affect you as well.”

Goku chose that moment to walk in, dressed in a pair of red
sweatpants and a blue muscle shirt and still drying his hair with the towel. “Hey Vegeta.” Goku greeted, even though the towel was obscuring
his vision. He could sense Vegeta the moment he approached his house, after
all, and he knew exactly where the older Saiyan was despite the towel over his
face.

“Kakkarot, finish drying your damned hair
and sit down. I have something important to talk to you about.” Vegeta
said gruffly.

“Can it wait? I’m hungry!” Goku exclaimed, smelling lunch in
the kitchen.

“You’re always hungry, you clown!” Vegeta snapped, but with
a grin on his face. “Fine… I’m hungry as well. There is enough for me as well, I
hope?”

Chi-Chi popped her head in. “With two Saiyans in the house
I’ve gotten use to overcooking, Vegeta. You’re welcome to eat with us. Come on
in, it’s on the table.”

“All right!” Goku exclaimed and ran
in and was already wolfing down food by the time Gohan and Vegeta sat down.
They both scowled at Goku and grabbed some food and tried to catch up to the
ever hungry Saiyan. After they finished they returned to the sitting room and
relaxed, patting their full stomachs. “So, what was it you wanted to talk to me
about, Vegeta?” Goku asked.

Goku leaned forward, his expression turning grim. “Bulma
received a transmission today. It was in real time, and it was in a form of
Saiyan that lower class soldiers such as yourself are
known to use. It was a message asking if any other Saiyans had survived the
battle where Frieza blew up our home planet, and it gave their location. Bulma
helped me locate their planet and I think we should go there. I have to go, as
the Saiyan prince I can do no less. I want you to come with me, being one of
the last full-blooded Saiyans yourself. Will you come with me?”

Goku glanced at Gohan. “What about Gohan? He’s a Saiyan,
too.”

Vegeta frowned. “It may become too dangerous for him.
Besides, if something does happen to us, I draw comfort in the idea that the
Saiyans would live on through Gohan. And I trust him to help watch over Bulma
as well as your mate.”

Goku frowned in thought. “It would be interesting to meet
other Saiyans. Aw man, but there’s a martial arts competition coming up and I
was going to compete! We could sure use the money. Can we wait a couple of
weeks?”

Vegeta scowled. “Damn it Kakkarot, this is more important
than a stupid competition! Have your brat compete in your place, it’s not like
he can’t win, he’s a Saiyan for Kami’s
sake!”

Goku turned to smile at Gohan. “Hey, yeah!
You’ll compete, won’t you Gohan?”

Gohan shifted around nervously. “But daddy… that would mean
I’d have to fight!”

Goku shook his head. “But it’s friendly competition. It’s
not a fight to the death. You know that. There’s nothing wrong with pitting
your skills against others. Besides, we could really use that prize money! If I
can’t go, you have to.”

Gohan sighed. His father was guilt-tripping him into going.
He nodded, frowning. “Ok, daddy.”

Goku grinned. “Thanks, son. You’ll
make me proud.” They got up and informed Chi-Chi of what was happening.

After several minutes of her yelling that he was abandoning
her again, she finally relented when she saw the need in his eyes to go. She
sighed and gave her husband a kiss and held him close. She turned to Vegeta and
gave him he sternest scowl. “You make sure he comes back to me safe and sound,
mister, or you better not return at all!”

Vegeta growled softly, but just nodded. ‘Kami, this woman
should have been a Saiyan.’ Vegeta thought. A half hour later, he and Goku were
flying back towards Capsule Corporation. When they arrived, Yamcha, Krillin,
and Piccolo were waiting on them. “What are you all doing here?” Vegeta
demanded gruffly.

Krillin frowned, accustomed to Vegeta’s crankiness. “Bulma
called me and Yamcha and Piccolo just followed us here.” Krillin replied.

“I felt their kis coming here so I
figured something was up.” Piccolo explained with a frown.

Vegeta scowled. “Kakkarot and I are going into outer space
to investigate a signal that may have come from surviving Saiyans. Your
assistance is not needed. This is a Saiyan matter.”

“I’m getting tired of your Saiyan superiority complex,
Vegeta!” Yamcha yelled, clenching his fists. He was still sore after all these
years that Vegeta had ‘stolen his girlfriend’ after all.

Vegeta gave Yamcha a feral grin that made the human back off
a bit. “Look, human. If these are Saiyans, they would know you aren’t one of
us. Kakkarot and I have a better chance of having friendly relations with them
if we go alone.”

“Besides, you guys should stay here in case there’s a
problem on Earth. It may need you guys while we’re gone, after all. And
Piccolo, I’d like to ask you to stay at my house until we get back to keep an
eye on Gohan and Chi-Chi, if you wouldn’t mind?” Goku added quickly.

Piccolo nodded. “Sure, Goku. I
never mind visiting Gohan. I’ll keep an eye on Chi-Chi too.”

Krillin sighed. “You sure I can’t come? It’s been awfully
lonely without Roshi. I hate to say it, but I miss the old pervert. His house
is just so empty when it’s just me there all alone.”

Vegeta shook his head. “They might not feel comfortable with
an alien race. It’s bad enough that neither Kakkarot or
myself have our tails anymore. They’d know you weren’t a Saiyan the moment they
smelled you.”

“Eh… don’t even explain that one, Vegeta.” Krillin said with
a chuckle.

“I wouldn’t want to be in a cramped spaceship with you
anyway, Vegeta.” Yamcha grumbled.

Vegeta moved closer to Yamcha and glared at him. “Keep your
damned hands off of my mate while I’m gone, weakling. I’d hate to upset her by
ripping your head off.”

Bulma chose that moment to walk out, followed by a robot
carrying some bags for Vegeta. “Hon, you know Yamcha respects me too much to
try anything. He knows you and I only have eyes for each other. There’s no
reason to threaten him.” She embraced Vegeta and kissed the bond scar, knowing
that always reassured the prince.

Vegeta grinned and kissed hers as well. He paused for a moment
and looked at Bulma, surprise flickering over his face. “Bulma… perhaps I
shouldn’t go.” Vegeta stated.

Bulma was surprised at this. “Huh? No… you need to go,
Vegeta. This is important to you. I’ll be fine.”

Vegeta frowned. “Krillin, can I speak with you for a moment
in private?”

The bald monk blinked in surprise. ‘Something serious, he
didn’t call me baldie.’ He thought. Aloud, he replied, “Sure, Vegeta.”

Vegeta walked away from the others, though he knew Goku
would be able to hear him anyway. “Krillin… Bulma… she’s pregnant. I don’t
trust Yamcha around her, he’s still bitter about her choosing me over him. I
would feel better if you stayed here to watch over her. Would you do that for
me?”

Krillin’s mouth hung open in
surprise. “Bulma’s pregnant!?”

Vegeta snarled. “Quiet! I don’t think she even knows yet. I
smelled the change in her. Just, watch over her, ok? Help her with anything she
needs. Keep her safe.”

Krillin nodded. “Of course. She’s a
good friend, I could do no less.”

Vegeta nodded. “It goes without saying that you should keep
your hands off of her, of course.” He smirked, teasing the shorter man.

Krillin grinned and nodded. ‘His humor is sometimes hard to
pick up.’

They rejoined the others and Vegeta embraced Bulma one last
time, kissing her and telling her he’d be back as soon as possible and to stay
safe. Bulma nodded and smiled, unsure of what was going on. Vegeta cast one
last sad look at her and walked into the space ship after making sure the robot
had put his bags in a secure place. “Come on, Kakkarot! I haven’t got all day!”

Goku grinned at Bulma and Krillin. “Take care, you guys. By the way, Piccolo. Gohan is entering the Tenkaichi
Budoukai in my place. So root for him for me, will you?”

Piccolo grinned. “Sure, Goku. It’ll
be nice to see Gohan practicing martial arts again. Maybe I can train him a bit
before the tournament.”

Goku shrugged. “Well, the tournament is tomorrow. I doubt
you’ll be able to get any training in. But Gohan has at least kept up with his
forms, but I’m afraid he hasn’t gotten much better over the years. Someday
maybe we’ll convince him to start training harder. All that studying is going
to rot his brain!” Goku grinned. Then he turned to Bulma. “I’m gunna miss you, Bulma. By the way, there’s plenty of food
on the ship, right?”

Bulma laughed and nodded. “Plenty to feed
both you and Vegeta for quite a long time. And there’s
some kitchen robots to cook for you, though they’re not quite as good as
Chi-Chi. But they’ll do. Keep Vegeta out of trouble, ok?”

“I heard that, woman! If anything, I’ll have to keep that
clown out of trouble!” Vegeta yelled from inside the ship, making everyone
laugh except for Yamcha who scowled and flew off.

“Well, I better go before Vegeta pops a blood vessel or
something.” Goku said, giving Bulma a hug and shaking Krillin’s
hand. He waved one last time and boarded the ship, which took off several
minutes later.

Krillin turned to Bulma and grinned. “Well, looks like I’ll
be staying with you for a while. Are you up for a game of poker?”

Bulma grinned. “The last time we played poker you tried to
get me to play strip poker. Vegeta wasn’t too happy about that, ya know.”

Krillin chuckled. “Aw, it’s all harmless fun. Let’s get
inside, then.”

***********************

The next day, Gohan looked around the arena, his eyes almost
as wide as saucers. “Wow!” Gohan exclaimed, looking at all the people.

“Come on, Gohan. We need to get you registered.” Piccolo
said gruffly.

“You do your best and win us that money, Gohan. I’ll be
cheering for you!” Chi-Chi told him, giving him one last hug and a kiss on the
top of his head before watching him walk into the registration area. She then
found Bulma and Krillin and sat with them. “Why aren’t you
entering, Krillin?” She asked.

Krillin shrugged. “Probably the same reason as Piccolo.
There’s no point, really. The only competition I’d have is him, anyway. I don’t
need the money, and Piccolo doesn’t even use money.”

Bulma poked him in the ribs with her elbow and chuckled.
“Aw, you know I’d take care of you if you did need money anyway, cutie.”

Krillin blushed in embarrassment, laughing nervously. “Aw,
thanks Bulma. You’re a pal.”

The registration official looked across the table at Gohan
and Piccolo and frowned. “Name?”

“Son Gohan.” He replied.

The official then looked at Piccolo. “And are you
registering as well, sir?”

Piccolo shook his head. “Not this time around. Maybe next time.” He replied gruffly.

The official nodded and looked through some papers. “I don’t
see your name listed, Mr. Son.”

Gohan frowned. “My daddy told me to compete in his place.
His name is Son Goku.”

The official’s face lit up, not needing to look that name
up. “Oh, he’s a former champion. How old are you?”

“Eight, sir.” Gohan replied
politely.

The official frowned. “I’m afraid we’re no longer letting
children compete against the adults. You’ll have to compete in the junior
league. And since you haven’t competed before, you’re not guaranteed a spot in
the tournament. You’ll have to compete in a qualifying match.”

Gohan shrugged. “Ok, that’s fine. Who do you want me to
fight?”

The official laughed. “That’s not until later, little guy.
Here, fill this form out please and return it to me when you’re done.”

Gohan nodded and sat down on a nearby bench next to Piccolo
and looked the form over. He filled out his name and address and such easily
but he paused when he came to sensei. “What do I put here? Your
name, Piccolo?”

Piccolo considered that. “Well, your father hasn’t really
trained you but you can put his name down as primary sensei. For secondary, put
Ma Junior.”

Gohan scratched his head. “Whose
that?”

The Namek grinned. “That’s me. Or at least the name I
compete under. Long story, I’ll tell it to you sometime.”

Gohan frowned. “Shouldn’t I put you as primary since you’re
the one who really trained me?”

Piccolo shrugged. “Whatever you like, kid. It doesn’t really
matter.”

Gohan nodded and put it down that way. “Oh, I have to fight
in a gi with my sensei’s symbol. I only have a plain
blue gi.” Gohan said with a frown.

Piccolo zapped a beam at Gohan and his clothes changed into
a blue and orange gi, with Piccolo’s symbol on the
front and the Kamesennin symbol on the back like
Goku’s use to be before he trained under King Kai. “That should cover it.”
Piccolo stated.

Gohan grinned. “Thanks, Piccolo!” He filled out the rest of
the form, leaving the tournament experience section blank since he had none. He
turned it in and grinned at the official who looked it over.

“Ma Junior and Son Goku… you have some credible sensei’s,
young man. Both are former champions and top placers. I trust at least one of
them is here with you?” The official asked.

Piccolo nodded. “I’m Ma Junior.”

The official smiled. “Why aren’t you
competing, then?!”

Piccolo frowned. “I have my reasons. Hurry up and finish his
registration!”

The official was intimidated so quickly copied down what he
needed to and pointed Gohan to the waiting area. Piccolo patted Gohan on the
back and wished him good luck and went to join Chi-Chi and the others. Gohan
looked around at all the other children and grinned. “Well, this should be
fun.”

One of the other officials came in a little while later and
looked the children over, performing a quick head count to make sure they were
all present. “Ok, we have 24 competitors for the junior championship and only
16 slots. 8 of these are guaranteed spots because of placements in former
competitions, so the rest of you will compete for the final 8 slots. The 8
competitors who will not have to have a qualifying match are Yui Kerin, Mao Tai, Phillips Gene,
Satan Videl, Stoner Eric, Rivers Lucy [AN: Teehee
using my own name, I’m so bad], Gerrick Julien, and Emerson Waldo. The rest of the matches will be
called in a few moments.”

Gohan watched as 8 of the competitors walked over to some
benches and sat down, apparently the 8 that were guaranteed spots. One of them
particularly caught his eye, a dark haired blue eyed girl. ‘Damn she looks
familiar. She’s pretty cute… for a girl.’ Gohan thought. She glanced up at him
and flashed him a friendly smile, which he returned nervously. His attention
shifted to the official as he heard his name.

“Son Gohan versus Adams Stanley.”
Gohan looked around to see a nervous looking blonde boy who was apparently his
competition. They all watched as the first qualifying match started. Gohan’s
would be the third of eight. Gohan stretched a bit and then sat down and tried
to clear his mind to meditate a bit, one of the few things that Piccolo had
taught him that he still tried to do daily. About 15 minutes later, he heard
his name called so he stood up and walked out onto the fighting area. He
remembered the rules from his father’s descriptions and the official had
repeated them for those that didn’t know so he was ready.

He assumed a fighting stance and studied his opponent’s form.
‘He’s a bit hesitant but his form is pretty good. I see very few flaws in it.’
He heard his mother and Bulma cheering so he flashed them a quick smile before
turning his attention back on his opponent.

“Begin the match!” The announcer shouted.

Gohan and Stanley approached each other slowly, looking for
openings to attack. Gohan let his guard down for a moment and extended his hand
for a friendly shake. Stanley
smiled and shook his hand before backing off a step and resuming his fighting
posture. Gohan was happy that the match would at least be friendly, feeling
better about fighting now. They circled each other slowly before Stanley
suddenly threw a kick which Gohan easily blocked. ‘Hmm, he’s not that strong
but he’s pretty fast.’ Gohan used the opening to push on the other boy, making
him lose his balance and stumble backwards. ‘And he has terribly balance.’

Stanley regained
his footing and frowned before running forward to throw a wild punch. Gohan moved
sideways and grabbed his arm and flipped him over onto his back, but held onto
the arm and knelt down to press his knee into the shoulder. “Submit so I don’t
have to put pressure on you.” Gohan said softly.

Stan scowled and tried to roll out from under Gohan but a
bit of pressure changed his mind. “I submit!” He yelled, not wanting his arm to
get yanked out of the socket.

Gohan immediately stood up and helped him up and patted him
on the back. “You put up a good match. You need to work on your balance
though.”

Stan grinned. “I know, sensei keeps
getting on to me about that. Thank you for a good match.” Stan respectfully
bowed and raised Gohan’s hand, showing he wasn’t a sore loser.

Gohan grinned and walked back into the waiting area and sat
down next to the girl he had noticed earlier. He smiled at her and introduced
himself. “Hi, I’m Son Gohan. It’s nice to meet you.”

Videl smiled as well and shook his hand. “I’m Satan Videl.
My dad is competing also in the adult competition. Your name sounds familiar,
by the way. Son… are you related to Son Goku?”

Gohan nodded. “Yeah, that’s my father.”

Videl grinned. “He competed in the past three competitions
and placed highly in them. Is he competing this year?”

Gohan shook his head. “No, he had to go away on business so
he asked me to compete in his place. I didn’t know about this junior division
though.” ‘She sure is nice. I wonder how far away from me she lives?’

“You had some good moves out there. I look forward to seeing
you compete. Maybe we’ll even face each other?” Videl smiled, her competitive
nature coming to the forefront.

Gohan smiled. “Yeah, maybe.”

They were silent for a few minutes before Videl turned to
him. “This may sound silly, but have we met before? Maybe you competed in some
of the junior competitions in the Orange
Star City
region?” [AN: That was the name of the city before it was renamed Satan
City, in case you were wondering]

Gohan shook his head. “No, this is my first competition. But
you’re right, when I saw you I felt like I had met you before. I wonder where?
Maybe we ran into each other when we were younger?”

Videl nodded. “Probably. No matter.
It’s nice to meet you, even if we’ve met before.”

Gohan smiled. “Same here, Videl.”
The last of the qualifying fights was then over. They would have a bit of a
break before their first fight. Gohan looked up and saw he was facing a boy
named Moore Michael in the sixth round and Videl would fight Phillips Gene in
the second round. It would be an interesting day.

**************************

Teehee, did you like this chapter?
Videl and Gohan meet pretty early. I looked into the Tenkaichi Budoukai
tournaments and found something strange… when the Buu Saga started, the
tournament that Gohan, Videl, Goku, and everyone else competed in should have
been the 29^th tournament, instead it was listed as the 25^th
meaning that in the 12 years between the 23^rd and 25^th
there was only one tournament instead of 4. This makes no sense, so just figure
that when that particular tournament rolls around it’ll be the 29^th
and not the 25^th. Ok? Teehee I had
considered waiting until Gohan and Videl were 11 before they met in a
tournament, but I didn’t want to wait that long. I’m impatient that way. I
don’t think many of you will complain though, am I right? Anyway, review please
so I’ll be happy and want to write chapter 16. J
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