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Reborn	By : animeslave18 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 3419 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own Dragonball Z or any of its characters. Also I don't make any sort of profit from writing about it.

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WARNINGS: Yaoi (I don’t think there’s a language warning O.o)

A/N: Sorry it took awhile. Am now working on three stories. >.> Holy crow...this story has over a thousand hits! X) Yay. ^^

‘thoughts’

“talking”

(…) Author’s Notes

Vegeta’s POV

The aircraft rocked gently as it took us to a little island where the tournament will be held. Kakarot was ecstatic about it. In fact, I believe everyone knew about…since he keeps telling the people around him and anyone that walks by! He would even introduce ‘his new friend’ along with his excitement about the tournament. I moved myself into a window seat and sank down into it and ignored anyone who looked at me.

“Goku! Would you calm down and stay in your seat! You’re driving everyone crazy!” The old Master shouted to his pupil.

Kakarot stopped in the middle of his excited conversation about the tournament to a random stranger as he looked at his Master. “Aw, but Master…” Kakarot pouted and sat down in his seat.

“Don’t ‘but Master’ me! There hasn’t been a minute where you sat still or kept your trap shut!” The old man retorted.

I sat up and looked at the whole plane and chuckled. Everyone seemed to have a distress mark on their head as they stared demonically at the innocent child next to me. “Oh, alright.” Kakarot sulked in his seat as everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

I couldn’t help but smirk at the boy. ‘Serves him right.’ I stared at him a while longer, not being able to keep my eyes off of his attire. ‘That orange one was disturbing, but this is worse.’ Kakarot, cue ball, and the old man were all wearing matching blue suits. However, Kakarot was the only one that didn’t belong in one. He even wore a matching blue hat that covered his wild Saiyan locks, but it didn’t do a very good job. When I first saw him in it, I burst out laughing. Kakarot had that cute look of confusion on his face and…the laughter wasn’t stopping. After about thirty minutes of non-stop laughter, I finally got a hold of myself and couldn’t keep my eyes off him since. Everyone else seemed to understand the fit of laughter, but Kakarot still keeps asking me, ‘what’s so funny?’ I let out a little chuckle at the memory.

Kakarot turned to look at me then with that same confusing expression. “Vegeta, you’ve been laughing all day, are you okay?” He tilted his head as I let out a burst of laughter and laughed my ass off again for a few minutes, then wiped away a few tears.

“Sure, I’m fine Kakarot. Lets just say, suites don’t…suite you.” I couldn’t help but laugh again for another few minutes. I turned my head slightly when I heard the two idiots giggle at my unintended joke. I settled down and grinned at the clown.

He nervously pulled at his outfit and looked at me worriedly. I laughed again. “Kakarot! Would you…stop acting like…a worried idiot! Hahaha! I’m only…messing with you!” I managed in between laughs. Kakarot sat back and glared at me until I settled down again. “Uhhh…that was great.” I wiped away another tear of laughter and sniffed.

“What’s so funny about the way I look?” He asked seriously and crossed his arms.

I chuckled and fully faced him. “Oh, come on Kakarot. Something as formal as that doesn’t look good on a Saiyan. Saiyans are feral and therefore are only fit to wear fighting clothes.” I gestured towards my own attire, which was a black spandex outfit except without the armor. The old man actually had it specially made for me. Kakarot took his time looking at my outfit until I snapped him out of it. “Kakarot…” I growled at him in warning.

He gave me a sheepish smile and I immediately forgave him. Ever since that day, things have been…better between me and Kakarot. Truthfully, I thought things would be awkward, but…with Kakarot’s carefree attitude, the atmosphere felt comfortable whenever I was around him. Honestly, I don’t know what’s going on between me and Kakarot and I bet a few years later, I still won’t know…if anything is still going on.

“Hey look! We’re here!” Cue ball exclaimed. I forget his name. ‘Not like it matters.’

Kakarot immediately climbed over me in his excitement to look out the window and see for himself. “Wow! I can’t wait!” I growled at Kakarot’s position. His hands were on the edge of my seat next to the window as he held himself above my lap.

“Uh…Kakarot. Do you mind?” My arms were glued to my sides as I tried to not touch him.

He looked at me like he just noticed me. “Oh, sorry Vegeta.” As he crawled back over to his seat, his hand brushed my leg and I blushed lightly in reaction. As soon as he was situated, he looked at me in confusion. “Hey, Vegeta. You’re face is turning red again.” He pointed out.

I blushed more and growled, turning my head away from him and facing the window. We finally landed on the good sized island and Kakarot insisted that we eat something before we landed. Though I had to agree with him. We didn’t get a chance to eat before we left. “Not now, Goku. We have to get registered first.” The old man stated as we made our way through the crowd and to the register table.

I looked around at all the ‘potential fighters’ and couldn’t help but let out a little chuckle at their appearance. ‘Muscles are one thing, but do they know how to use them?’ I took a few steps back when I ran into a solid body in front of me. “Oh, sorry about that little guy.” The man smiled in apology.

I glared up at the fool and growled, about to give him an insult, until Kakarot interfered that is. “Hey, Yamcha!” The suddenly ecstatic child ran up to the tall guy that ran into me (not, hehe).

“Hey, Goku! Long time no see! I hope you weren’t planning on losing again in the tournament this time around.” The tall idiot known as ‘Yamcha’ winked at Kakarot and grinned.

Kakarot laughed. “No way! I’m gonna win this time!” He pumped his fist in the air and flexed his arm. I rolled my eyes at the display and continued around them to head for the registration table. “Oh, hey! This is my new friend Vegeta!” He suddenly took notice of me as he grabbed my arm and yanked me to his side, then wrapped said arm around my waist. I blushed lightly and was about to insult ‘him’ when the tall guy broke in; obviously not noticing the gesture.

“Oh, cool. Hi, I’m Yamcha. Nice to meet you.” He bent over and held out his hand for me to shake.

I scowled at the hand until it slowly left my sight. The hand went behind the idiot’s head and he laughed nervously. ‘Maybe that’s where Kakarot picked it up.’ Kakarot chuckled lightly. “It’s alright, Vegeta. You don’t have to be shy, Yamcha’s a really good guy!” (That rhymes! O.o)

I growled at ‘both’ idiots and swatted Kakarot’s arm away from me, then I crossed my arms and proceeded to follow the old man; deciding not to say anything at all. I heard the rest of the conversation on my way. “Hmm. Was it something I said?” The tall moron asked. I don’t even know the guy and I can already tell he’s going to get on my nerves.

I could feel Kakarot’s stare on my back and I tensed at the feeling. “I don’t think so.” He answered unsurely. “Vegeta’s just like that sometimes.” His tone became immediately cheery as he responded, like that was a ‘good’ thing.

I growled again and tuned out the rest of the conversation as I caught up with the old man. I was just in time to hear him say, “I would like to register these three boys here.” He gestured toward me. I looked around me to see who he was referring to. I was the only one standing there.

The guy looked at me in question, then back up at the master. “What three boys? I only see one.”

The old man looked down at me, then did a double take. “Hey! Where’s the other two!”

I saw cue ball standing on the other side of his master and he quickly ran over to my side. “I’m right here, Master!” He held up his hand, as if that would get him his attention more.

“Oh, Krillin! There you are! Then, where’s…”

“Hey, Master! Look who I found!” All three of us turned to see Kakarot bouncing next to the guy, ‘whom I still haven’t chewed out yet,’ that ran into me.

“Oh, there he is.” The old man mumbled and turned back toward the guy across the table. “The three little ones.” He stared at him seriously.

The guy was flabbergasted. “You mean these three little kids?” He looked at all three of us and the master nodded. I tried not to lose it right there when the man just referred to me as a kid. I’m more mature than most grown men. The guy huffed and composed himself. “If you say so.”

“Just sign them up. Their names are Goku, Krillin, and…” He looked down at me. “What was your name again?”

I growled. “Vegeta.” I guess I haven’t been bringing enough attention to myself…that can be arranged.

“Oh, yes.” He looked back at the man. “And Vegeta.” Stupid old man. He turned his attention back to the growing group. “Shall we eat now?”

“Oh, boy!” We all heard Kakarot shout as he headed toward us; completely forgetting about his friend. I rolled my eyes at the reaction.

“Hey Goku! You made it!” A feminine voice and a few others attracted our attention as we all turned toward the source. A young woman with blue hair appeared next to the tall idiot as she looked down at my Saiyan companion. A floating blue cat and a pig followed her as they all surrounded the boy.

“Oh, hey Bulma, Puar, Oolong!” Kakarot greeted back as I studied the girl; ignoring the other animals that mingled away. She was remarkably beautiful for the opposite species. ‘I wonder how Kakarot knows her? She’s way out of his league.’ I looked at the tall pretty boy that edged closer to the blue-haired girl for a moment before turning back to Kakarot. ‘Especially his.’ “Oh, Bulma! I want you to meet my new friend!” The brat reached over and grabbed me before I could run. He introduced me as he tugged me to his side. “His name’s Vegeta! I found him in the woods!”

I growled at being compared to a lost puppy. “Would you quit telling everyone that!” I whispered harshly at him as the woman bent over to look at me more closely like some science experiment.

“Wow. What a little cutie!” She smiled as I stood in shock. ‘Cutie? Who the hell does she think I am!’ “Where are you from, Vegeta?”

I scowled as I thought of her question, but Kakarot beat me to it. “He’s from planet Vegeta. The planet was named after him, isn’t that weird?” He grinned. I growled.

“Planet…Vegeta?” She said it as if the name was foreign to her, which wasn’t a surprise.

Kakarot answered her. “Yeah. Him and I are Say-…Sia-…Sane-”

“Saiyans!” I corrected him non-too-politely.

He put his hand behind his head and grinned at me. “Sorry. I guess I’m not used to the name yet.” My anger slowly died when he smiled. ‘How does he do that?’

“What?! You’re both…aliens?!” The woman gaped at us as the floating cat and pig squealed along with her.

I sneered at her. “Is that a problem?!”

It took her a moment to respond. “N-No. Just a little…shocking.” Her voice was small as she took in the information and did a double take on Kakarot. “Though, it does make sense.”

“Yeah...I agree.” I just remembered the tall moron when he spoke. Apparently, this was shocking to him as well.

“So, what are you doing on this planet?” The woman asked as she got over her shock.

I crossed my arms. “None of your business.”

Everyone was silent at my answer. “It’s okay, Bulma. He won’t tell me either.” Kakarot intervened as the woman got over her stupor at being told off by a ‘kid.’

“Hm.” She looked down at my waist where my tail was hiding. “I see. So, Saiyans have tails? How come yours is wrapped around your waist like that?” She pointed at it in her curiosity.

I tried not to growl at her. “Because I don’t want anyone touching it.” I spoke through my teeth instead.

She straightened herself. “Oh. That’s clever. Goku’s just waves about.” She looked at the said child as his tail waved happily behind him in response.

I followed its movement as I answered her. “I noticed.”

Kakarot laughed as he looked back at his tail. “I can’t help it. It just likes to move around.”

This time, I couldn’t help but growl at him. “Quit referring to your tail as if it has a mind of its own! It’s only another appendage of your body! Control it like the rest of your limbs!” I pointed at it to emphasize my meaning.

He stared at me with slight confusion, then looked at my tail. He then looked at his tail, then back at mine as his expression turned into concentration. The waving appendage curled around his waist one way, then another way as he tested out to see which way was more comfortable. It finally wrapped around his waist after a few tries, then he straightened his posture and crossed his arms to imitate me. Idiot.

The woman giggled at Kakarot’s success as I sneered at his posture. The brat actually had a smirk on that cherubic face of his. “Don’t mock me…” I muttered with a warning as Kakarot’s smirk turned into a grin.

“I don’t see how you can be like this all the time, Vegeta. It’s uncomfortable.” He relaxed his posture as his arms returned to their sides and his back wasn’t as straight. However, his tail stayed around his waist. At least he’s trying.

“Alright. How ‘bout some lunch now?” The old master cut in.

“Oh, yeah! Food!” Kakarot’s tail suddenly released his waist as he turned into a drooling moron. I rolled my eyes at having my hopes to high.

We went to the dressing rooms so cue ball and the clown could change into their fighting outfits before heading toward a small food stand. I ordered a small snack…something that had individual yellow pebbles that were all attached to a stick and it had leaves on either side of it. I believe it was called ‘corn.’ It wasn’t too bad, but Kakarot suggested that I order some meat on a stick. Turkey was it? It was delicious. Especially since the meat was still pink on the inside. I tried not to purr while I ate it. As for Kakarot, he ate a meal fit for a Saiyan. Fifty meats on a stick, thirty curly-fried chips, and ten of some sort of pink fluffy substance on a stick (lot of things on a stick XD). He insisted that I try the curly chips, but they didn’t look that appetizing. After all, they were really greasy and they didn’t have any meat on them. However, I decided to try them. Kakarot tore off a few pieces for me as I sniffed them and cautiously ate them. I really didn’t care for them. All I could taste was the grease…and salt. To get that taste out of my mouth, he handed me a fluffy stick. I scrunched my nose at it, then watched as Kakarot devoured two at a time. I took a nibble at it, but was surprised when it disappeared in my mouth. “Just what kind of food is this, Kakarot?” It’s like I was eating air, except it left behind a sweet flavor.

Kakarot chuckled at my confusion. I tried not to laugh in return at the mess that was all over his face. “It’s sugar.”

I looked at the food in question. “Sugar?” I’ve never known sugar to do that.

He nodded, then paused. “Well, it’s got sugar in it. But I can’t explain why it melts in your mouth. If you eat a lot of it at once, then you can actually feel it melt and you can taste it more too.” He chomped on another mouthful of the sweet treat.

I looked back at the fluffy sugar, then did what he did. I took a bite out of the substance and was amazed to find out that he was right. I didn’t even have to move my jaw to eat it, it just…melted. However, it left a clump of sugar on my tongue. It wasn’t bad. I swallowed it and was going to take another bite when Kakarot laughed at me again. I growled as I looked at him to see what was so funny, but stopped when I took in the food all over his face. “You got some of it on your nose!” He pointed at me as I looked down at it cross-eyed.

Once I confirmed it was there, I looked back at him and smirked. “Yeah, well, you got it all over your face.” He stopped laughing as he tried wiping some of it off. I chuckled when it stayed stuck to his face. “Idiot.” I said playfully as I walked over to him and licked some of the stickiness off his face.

He gave me a surprised expression as I doubled over laughing for what must’ve been the tenth time that day. Kakarot smiled back as he leaned forward and licked the fluffy substance off my nose. I stopped laughing at the motion and blushed. Kakarot continued to smile at my reaction as I then turned my attention to the suddenly-interesting food in my hand. I took another little nibble out of the sweet treat and ate in silence. Kakarot ate a little slower as he watched me eat. I couldn’t help but blush more and decided to start walking. Kakarot ran up to my side and walked by me as he finished his food. The fluffy treat in my hand slowly dissipated as we trudged on.

“So, when’s the tournament supposed to start?” The silence was awkward.

Kakarot shrugged. “Sometime after the-”

“Hey, Goku! Hurry up and finish eating! The preliminaries are starting!” The old man shouted at us from ahead.

“Ok, Master!” He swallowed the rest of his food whole, then grabbed my hand. “C’mon, Vegeta!” He pulled me behind him as I dropped what was left of my fluffiness on a stick and tried to keep up with him in a fast run. I guess it is true. Things that taste good slow you down. When we passed a beverage stand, Kakarot grabbed what must’ve been a cup of water and splashed it onto his face, trying to get off the meal that stuck to it. I chuckled lightly at the action as he scrubbed at his face. Better.

After we were assigned numbers, Kakarot and I went our separate ways as we made our way to the platform we were to fight at. I watched as the humans fought for their place in the actual tournament. ‘Hm. I’m actually kind of curious to see how strong these humans actually are.’ I didn’t so much as flinch when a burly man landed on his back right in front of me. I chuckled at the loser. ‘Weakling.’ My attention was diverted when my number was called. I put on my poker face and climbed up on the platform. My opponent appeared to be a sack of muscle with no brain. I scowled at the obvious weakness. ‘He only made himself intimidating. How’s that supposed to help him when he has absolutely no idea how to be intimidating?’ The man made snide comments about my size as I thought about how to act. ‘Let’s see. Since he’s full of brawn, then I should hold nothing back.’ I got into a stance, then took off towards him and kicked him in the side of the head. He flew through the wall as I landed back on the platform.

I looked over to see how my opponent was fairing and noticed that he was out cold. I scowled, ‘Just as I thought. Weakling. They’re all weaklings.’ I glared around the whole building and everyone in it. ‘This is going to be no fun at all.’ I hopped swiftly down from the platform and took my place in the far back; everyone’s jaws gaping as their bugged-out eyes followed me. That’s how it was for the rest of the preliminaries; the weaklings stayed feeble and the same reaction followed me back to my spot. I sighed as another opponent landed outside the platform, the other opponent all warn out from doing something so simple as that. I sneered at the weakling. ‘Why am I even here if there’s no challenge?’ I looked at the exit as I contemplated about leaving. However, Kakarot’s smiling face appeared in my mind and I immediately regretted even thinking about leaving. I then turned my attention back to the next fight. ‘That’s the only thing keeping me here.’ I sighed and closed my eyes. ‘What has that clown done to me?’

I opened my eyes as I heard a scream erupt from the platform next to me and noticed a man writhing on the ground in his pain. The man standing was proclaimed the winner as the medics came and ushered the wounded man out on a stretcher. “It looks like his spine was severed.” One of the men said as they headed toward the exit.

I smirked. ‘Nice. I should be over there.’ I looked back at the man who caused that and noticed he looked really familiar. ‘Is that the old man?’ I watched the gray-haired man as he stepped off the platform. ‘It doesn’t exactly look like him, but he resembles him too close for it to be a coincidence.’ I moved a little closer to the platform next to the one I was competing in as I tried to get more evidence that it was indeed Kakarot’s Master.

“Man, that Jackie Chun sure is a great fighter. There’s no way I’m going to be able to beat him in the tournament. Maybe I should back out while I can.” I overheard one scrawny fellow say to another.

“Yeah, I’m with you.” Another feeble answered.

‘Jackie Chun?’ I peered around all the weaklings as I tried to get a closer look at this Jackie Chun. When I found him, he was only standing a few feet away. I studied him as I remembered what the old man looked like. This old man was wearing a loose fitting black fighting outfit and his hair was gray and stood from his head. I remembered what the old master looked like and knew right away the man had no hair and wore sunglasses. When I thought about it, the guy could easily put on a wig and a change of clothes and I’ve seen the man without his dark specs. I knew it could’ve been possible that it was him. However, I watched as the old geezer started drooling at a female fighter that walked by and tried using his lame pick up line. “Yeah, that’s him.” I said to myself as I rolled my eyes.

I decided to make it apparent that I knew it was him when I walked up to him after being rejected by the female. He saw me just as I approached him. “Hey, old man. What are you competing for?” I crossed my arms as I waited for an answer; a smirk on my face.

He suddenly became nervous. “To…test my skills of course.”

I raised an eyebrow. “To test yours? Or your pupil’s?”

It seemed it was his turn to raise an eyebrow. “What are you talking about, boy? I don’t have any pupils.”

I watched the way his eyes dilated and his breathing sped slightly. I listened and heard his heart pump a bit faster as he hummed a tune to distract me from his appearance. “Hn. Deny it all you want. I know it’s you.” ‘What’s his deal? Why is he trying so hard to keep up his disguise when I found out who he was? He’s up to something.’ I slowly walked back to my platform as the old man lost it before I even got out of hearing range.

“Drats. I knew I should’ve worn something more inconspicuous…but black is supposed to be inconspicuous! Then again, how did I expect to blend in with all these bright colors? And the wig should’ve helped. Not to mention hardly anyone has seen me without my glasses.” He mumbled to himself as I stopped walking, listening to him wondering about what gave him away. “That boy has sharper senses than Goku and he didn’t even smell me.” He paused. “That kid’s always smelling things.” His head snapped up when he felt someone was watching him. He turned towards me as I raised an eyebrow at him again. He laughed nervously, then tried coming up with a reason for thinking aloud. “Yep! Should’ve worn something brighter! Because…everyone knows that darker clothes are hotter than bright ones! Hehehe!” He looked back at me as I continued to stare at him. He laughed nervously again as I rolled my eyes and continued back towards my platform. ‘Idiot.’

A few dull fights later, an interesting character made his way onto the platform. It wasn’t the green pants that caught my attention, but it was the third eye that was on the man’s forehead. ‘What the hell? Is it some kind of mutation? Or is he an alien as well?’ I kept my eyes on the man as his opponent made his way towards him. He stood with sincerity and seemed focused on the task at hand as he got into his stance. His opponent seemed to be the same way, except without the third eye. For once, no words were exchanged as each fighter studied their opponent. Once the word was said to fight, neither moved as they tensed; anticipating an attack. After a moment, three eyes’ opponent made an attack as he rushed at him. When the man reached him, three eyes disappeared and reappeared behind the man and delivered a swift kick in his opponent’s back. The man yelled in surprise and flew out of the ring. Three eyes landed safely on the ground as the audience sweated at the guy’s performance. He was declared the winner as he made his way off the platform. He was then greeted by a pale-faced child who floated next to his side. Strange. At least there was one fight that wasn’t a complete bore. Perhaps I’ll fight him in the tournament. I smirked at the thought of having a challenge.

After what seemed like agonizing hours of boredom later, the preliminaries were finally reduced to six fighters. I was so relieved to know that Kakarot was one of them. ‘At least this tournament won’t be a total disappointment.’ Though, not only was Kakarot in it, but so was cue ball, the disguised old master, and the tall idiot. ‘Today is not going to end well. I’ll probably end up killing half of these morons in order to prevent a headache from forming.’

“Hey, Vegeta!” I practically sighed at the voice calling for me. I never thought I’d be so relieved to hear it. “Who are you fighting in the tournament?” Kakarot asked happily as he practically bounced in place. I smirked at his anxiousness, the fact that he automatically assumed that I would be in the tournament made my day…sort of.

“Probably some weakling. How about you?” I eyed the cue ball that stood next to my Saiyan comrade. He looked at me nervously, then averted his gaze elsewhere.

“I get to fight-” He was about to answer as someone came in and intervened.

“Goku.” We both looked in the direction of the voice as the man came closer. When he stood next to us, I recognized who he was. It was three eyes. ‘Does everyone in the world know who Kakarot is?’ “I expect a decent match when the time comes for us to fight.” His expression was serious as he stated his challenge. Apparently, three eyes was in the tournament as well.

I looked to Kakarot for an explanation, but his expression became serious as he kept his attention on the fighter. Ever since I’ve met Kakarot, I’ve never seen such a sincere look on his face. It almost made him seem…more mature. “You can count on it, Tien.”

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*sighs and looks back over the chapter* I wanted to add other things, but then I would’ve had to look back over the episodes. >< But…it just seems too time consuming and I’ve kept you all waiting long enough. I assume Tien is still Goku’s enemy in this tournament. I almost forgot to put him in. O.o I’ve only watched the last episode of the tournament (for different reasons, hehe) and that’s what it looked like. :/ I also planned on writing the whole tournament in one chapter…but it just couldn’t work out, hehe. Even though I allow this story's chapters to range between 10 to 15 pages, I refuse to write more than that in one chapter. >.> Oh and, I do love those texas taters X) or…whatever else you might call them…but they do seem to get less appetizing the more I eat them. >< Anyways…*clears throat*…who will win the World Martial Arts Tournament this year? Find out on the next ‘episode’ of Reborn! X)
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