Through My Eyes
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Dragon Ball Z › Yaoi - Male/Male
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Adult +
Chapters:
6
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1,004
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4
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Chapter 2
As was predicted, pandemonium reigned at Capsule Corp, the only place big enough to fit everyone, including King Vegeta, Bardock, Fasha, Toma, Nappa, Raditz, and Turles.
"And that- is why you do not rule this planet, New Namek, and all the planets that the Icejin lost," King Vegeta concluded with a resigned sigh, "At least I have an heir." He placed a hand proudly on his grandson's head.
"You still haven't explained why you killed me!" Nappa exclaimed angrily.
"Or why you haven't set my little brother straight on his priorities," Raditz added.
"I assume they're always like that?" Bulma muttered to Fasha.
She and Toma nodded. "You've seen nothing yet." Fasha rolled her eyes.
"I was hoping to see my youngest son again," Bardock said reproachfully, having immediately became acquainted with his grandsons and ChiChi.
"Yeah," Turles agreed, "The rest of them may do well for humans, but they're no match for Saiyans." 18 cleared her throat in annoyance. "Excuse me, Serial Number 18," Turles said sarcastically, "I'd like to see what a cyborg can do." It would be much later when his question would be more than sufficiently answered.
Vegeta looked as though he were about to blow a gasket, and Goten stepped in to his defense. "He's our prince who any of us would die for," he declared, "And none of you scare us. You can't do this." He exchanged a nod with Trunks, who was surprised that it be he who took so much initiative, and both boys turned Super Saiyan, making all of their scouters beep in alarm.
Seeing them, Vegeta smirked. "Indeed." He, too, powered up to Super Saiyan, causing all their scouters to break into brittle, smoking pieces. "Any questions?"
The king nodded, satisfied. "And you, young man?" he asked Gohan.
"Yes… uh, Your Majesty." Gohan turned Super Saiyan as well, and the elder Saiyans were visibly uncomfortable.
"Lunch is ready," Mrs. Briefs' singing voice called into the living room, the mention of food succeeding at getting their attention. "Of course we reserved you the place of honor, Sire."
Finally peace settled over the group for the time of a meal, though it was short-lived. One may have congratulated Turles on having lasted until afternoon at Capsule Corp before he finally snapped.
"Okay, prince," he said to Vegeta, "I understand that you have no official authority here, meaning I can do as I please as long as it doesn't get me sent back to Hell. All this has nothing to do with me, so I'm out of here."
"Fine," Vegeta said indifferently, "But good luck finding a place to stay."
"I'm used to living outdoors. This place will drive me nuts," Turles declared, heading for the door.
"Can't say I blame you," Vegeta mumbled, half to himself. The other Saiyans had gone outside with Piccolo and the rest of the Z-warriors, and Vegeta sat on the couch with a heavy sigh. "I don't recall them being so exhausting," he commented to no one in particular.
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TBC in chapter 3…
"And that- is why you do not rule this planet, New Namek, and all the planets that the Icejin lost," King Vegeta concluded with a resigned sigh, "At least I have an heir." He placed a hand proudly on his grandson's head.
"You still haven't explained why you killed me!" Nappa exclaimed angrily.
"Or why you haven't set my little brother straight on his priorities," Raditz added.
"I assume they're always like that?" Bulma muttered to Fasha.
She and Toma nodded. "You've seen nothing yet." Fasha rolled her eyes.
"I was hoping to see my youngest son again," Bardock said reproachfully, having immediately became acquainted with his grandsons and ChiChi.
"Yeah," Turles agreed, "The rest of them may do well for humans, but they're no match for Saiyans." 18 cleared her throat in annoyance. "Excuse me, Serial Number 18," Turles said sarcastically, "I'd like to see what a cyborg can do." It would be much later when his question would be more than sufficiently answered.
Vegeta looked as though he were about to blow a gasket, and Goten stepped in to his defense. "He's our prince who any of us would die for," he declared, "And none of you scare us. You can't do this." He exchanged a nod with Trunks, who was surprised that it be he who took so much initiative, and both boys turned Super Saiyan, making all of their scouters beep in alarm.
Seeing them, Vegeta smirked. "Indeed." He, too, powered up to Super Saiyan, causing all their scouters to break into brittle, smoking pieces. "Any questions?"
The king nodded, satisfied. "And you, young man?" he asked Gohan.
"Yes… uh, Your Majesty." Gohan turned Super Saiyan as well, and the elder Saiyans were visibly uncomfortable.
"Lunch is ready," Mrs. Briefs' singing voice called into the living room, the mention of food succeeding at getting their attention. "Of course we reserved you the place of honor, Sire."
Finally peace settled over the group for the time of a meal, though it was short-lived. One may have congratulated Turles on having lasted until afternoon at Capsule Corp before he finally snapped.
"Okay, prince," he said to Vegeta, "I understand that you have no official authority here, meaning I can do as I please as long as it doesn't get me sent back to Hell. All this has nothing to do with me, so I'm out of here."
"Fine," Vegeta said indifferently, "But good luck finding a place to stay."
"I'm used to living outdoors. This place will drive me nuts," Turles declared, heading for the door.
"Can't say I blame you," Vegeta mumbled, half to himself. The other Saiyans had gone outside with Piccolo and the rest of the Z-warriors, and Vegeta sat on the couch with a heavy sigh. "I don't recall them being so exhausting," he commented to no one in particular.
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TBC in chapter 3…