| Chapter 3 - After much flying I ended up over a large city. I was about to land like I did on Earth over a city when I realized that there were plenty of other people flying. �Well, that makes this a lot easier,� I said to myself. From my higher up vantagepoint, I noticed several fights in the middle of the street, sky, or wherever. Hmm, Saiyajin nature at it�s best, I�m sure. I don�t remember it being this violent in that other dimension� I thought to myself. *WHAM! * �Baka! Learn how to fly!� a formidable and dangerous looking Saiyajin growled. He had scars criss-crossing every visible portion of his body. He tapped the scouter on the side of his head. �Especially when you are too weak to fight! Move it third class!� I sighed and punched the overly cocky saiyajin, sending him flying towards the edge of the city. His startled yell trailed off as he flew towards the mountains. �Well, this seems like the place,� I said, looking below me at, suprisingly, the cleanest looking dwelling in this section of the city. �Well I might as well go and knock�� I thought. I stepped cautiously towards the door and as I was about to know the door opened. I now had my fist very close to the face of my father. My mouth dropped. �But... but� he shouldn�t even be a year old... an-and� Wait, Goten looks just like Dad� so maybe this is my grandfather?� I dropped Sarris, Cham, and Oceana on the ground in front of the door. �These are yours,� I said, in my best tough guy Saiyajin voice. �You should have just left them where they were,� my grandpa said looking at me bewlidered. He then tried to punch me. �Oh good. Don�t understand something, punch it. Get mad at something, punch it. HOW do things get fixed around here?� I caught his fist easily. �What � your ki � what the hell are you, you funny-dressed-son-of-a-� I threw him by the same arm I had previously caught, and he slammed full force into a bluish building, knocking a good sized indent into it. ��When in Rome, you better buy a Toga or you get looked at funny and people will try to punch you in the face.� Guess Goten was right in this case. Damn, what am I gonna do? I need food and a place to stay, and I don�t exactly know anybody around here. What would Dad do in this situation?� I looked over to my grandfather (who he definitely was, I could sense �chibi Dad� inside the freakishly clean home). �Oh, by the way, I�m your grandson.� �Bardock!� a loud female voice shrieked. �You just washed up! You KNEW lunch was in a short while and you couldn�t even wait until afterwards to spar with your friend! Get in here and get washed!!� She started to push the three girls intot he house with her foot. �You come in, too,� she said, looking at me. �Bardock will show you where the washroom is. If you plan on eating here you WILL get properly washed.� She eyed me with exhasperation. �We�ll have to get you some fresh armor, too. Honestly, barely a little scrape and my mate still manages to completely destroy what was probably a nice set of battle armor�� Bardock dragged me into the house after my irate grandmother, a wicked looking scrape now decorating his scarred face. He glared at me. �If Kauroro invites you to lunch, you�ll eat lunch here. If she tells you to get clean, make sure there isn�t a spot on you. The washroom is that way, Grandson.� He shot me a violent look as he pulled a fresh set of armor out of a closet in the hall. �You had better have a damned good explanation for all this, boy,� he growled as he stalked off. I watched him as he left, my nervousness growing. �Damn. This is going to be so hard to explain. And this armor is making my feathers itch *special authors note: since we have yet to post this part of the other story, Cham and this Gohan have wings. Gohan�s are white with gold tipped feathers. Ditto with Cham�s, only silver tips instead of gold. Just so you aren�t as confused ^-^* |
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