The very first DBZ story I ever attempted. :)
Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama owns all characters (except for Sariana & Taisan). I'm not getting a cent for this anyway.
Summary: Goku & Vegeta find out how strong their friendship is when a woman comes between them.
Note: Just so you know, this doesn't take place in regular DBZ continuity. It takes place on Planet Vegeta, simply because I like Saiyans and can pretend I know lots about them in this story. Most of the "facts" in the story are made-up, so don't accept them as official DBZ info.
2nd Note: I wrote this story BEFORE I learned all about Saiyans, so the society doesn't work the way that it normally would. But, try to enjoy, anyway.
Blood Brothers
Prologue: It's a Dirty Job, But...
"Nappa, get over here!" the old man shouted.
Nappa mumbled something under his breath and walked over to the row of pods.
The old man fixed him with the briefest of glares. "Stop staring into space and help me inspect these pods!"
Nappa nodded respectfully. "Yes, father." He stepped up to the nearest pod and peered inside. The tiny Saiyan inside it was asleep, as they usually were. Its long, black hair seemed to stick up, joining together to form a pointy tip. Combined with his round face, the effect made his head look like a comet. Nappa smiled and gently tapped on the pod's window.
A sharp flash of pain knocked the boy to the ground.
"Nappa! I told you to help me, not play with them!" the old man shouted. He turned away, a scowl forming on his face as he walked away. "Why couldn't you be more like Raditz?"
Nappa rubbed the back of his head and growled quietly. The old man's cane had left plenty of marks on him; that he was used to. But constantly being compared to Raditz was really starting to get on his nerves. He hadn't even met the guy, and already Nappa hated him with a passion.
He finally stood up and tapped a few buttons on the pod's surface. There was a loud hiss, and the window slid away. Nappa reached in and picked up the baby Saiyan, removing the mask from its face and turning it over gently in his hands. It seemed healthy enough. He placed it back in the pod, which almost instantly resealed itself. Then he moved down the row, examining each baby in the same manner.
Nappa was almost done when he heard a shrill cry. Looking down the row, he could see a red light flashing on one of the pods. It was a signal that meant the baby needed or wanted something. Usually it was nothing more than a feeding or a new diaper, but occasionally a baby would get fussy, and Nappa hated that. He supposed normal babies from some other planet would just whine and cry a bit. But here on the planet Vegeta, home of the Saiyans, babies were just plain dangerous. The pods weren't only housing units, they were containment units, or miniature jail cells, as Nappa liked to think of them.
He, like all other young Saiyans, couldn't even remember being kept in the units, but it was a known fact that the younger a Saiyan was, the more unaware it was of the potential power at its disposal. At first, there had been no units, but when nursery workers started getting blasted into the next Vegetan week, someone had figured out that most Saiyan babies had very nasty dispositions that needed to be controlled. (Nappa had lost many ancestors to a series of particularly rotten babies that had grown up to be the most feared of all the Saiyans).
That was why each pod sprayed its tiny prisoner with a dose of sleeping gas every five hours. The masklike apparatus over each baby's face achieved this easily enough, and corrected any breathing problems the baby might have as an additional bonus.
Nappa walked over to the wailer's pod. It turned out to belong to Comet Head. The baby's mouth was wide open, emitting screams that Nappa assumed could shatter a weaker form of glass. He opened the pod and drew out the tiny banshee. "What's your problem, kid?"
Comet Head stopped crying and stared up at Nappa, his hands balled into tiny fists.
Nappa began to put the baby back, but the second he was inside the pod, he started up again, waving his pudgy arms and kicking his little legs. With a long sigh, Nappa put the baby over his shoulder and walked toward the changing area. He caught a whiff of Comet Head's diaper and finally figured out what the little guy had been complaining about. With another sigh, Nappa quickened his pace.
Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama owns all characters (except for Sariana & Taisan). I'm not getting a cent for this anyway.
Summary: Goku & Vegeta find out how strong their friendship is when a woman comes between them.
Note: Just so you know, this doesn't take place in regular DBZ continuity. It takes place on Planet Vegeta, simply because I like Saiyans and can pretend I know lots about them in this story. Most of the "facts" in the story are made-up, so don't accept them as official DBZ info.
2nd Note: I wrote this story BEFORE I learned all about Saiyans, so the society doesn't work the way that it normally would. But, try to enjoy, anyway.
Blood Brothers
Prologue: It's a Dirty Job, But...
"Nappa, get over here!" the old man shouted.
Nappa mumbled something under his breath and walked over to the row of pods.
The old man fixed him with the briefest of glares. "Stop staring into space and help me inspect these pods!"
Nappa nodded respectfully. "Yes, father." He stepped up to the nearest pod and peered inside. The tiny Saiyan inside it was asleep, as they usually were. Its long, black hair seemed to stick up, joining together to form a pointy tip. Combined with his round face, the effect made his head look like a comet. Nappa smiled and gently tapped on the pod's window.
A sharp flash of pain knocked the boy to the ground.
"Nappa! I told you to help me, not play with them!" the old man shouted. He turned away, a scowl forming on his face as he walked away. "Why couldn't you be more like Raditz?"
Nappa rubbed the back of his head and growled quietly. The old man's cane had left plenty of marks on him; that he was used to. But constantly being compared to Raditz was really starting to get on his nerves. He hadn't even met the guy, and already Nappa hated him with a passion.
He finally stood up and tapped a few buttons on the pod's surface. There was a loud hiss, and the window slid away. Nappa reached in and picked up the baby Saiyan, removing the mask from its face and turning it over gently in his hands. It seemed healthy enough. He placed it back in the pod, which almost instantly resealed itself. Then he moved down the row, examining each baby in the same manner.
Nappa was almost done when he heard a shrill cry. Looking down the row, he could see a red light flashing on one of the pods. It was a signal that meant the baby needed or wanted something. Usually it was nothing more than a feeding or a new diaper, but occasionally a baby would get fussy, and Nappa hated that. He supposed normal babies from some other planet would just whine and cry a bit. But here on the planet Vegeta, home of the Saiyans, babies were just plain dangerous. The pods weren't only housing units, they were containment units, or miniature jail cells, as Nappa liked to think of them.
He, like all other young Saiyans, couldn't even remember being kept in the units, but it was a known fact that the younger a Saiyan was, the more unaware it was of the potential power at its disposal. At first, there had been no units, but when nursery workers started getting blasted into the next Vegetan week, someone had figured out that most Saiyan babies had very nasty dispositions that needed to be controlled. (Nappa had lost many ancestors to a series of particularly rotten babies that had grown up to be the most feared of all the Saiyans).
That was why each pod sprayed its tiny prisoner with a dose of sleeping gas every five hours. The masklike apparatus over each baby's face achieved this easily enough, and corrected any breathing problems the baby might have as an additional bonus.
Nappa walked over to the wailer's pod. It turned out to belong to Comet Head. The baby's mouth was wide open, emitting screams that Nappa assumed could shatter a weaker form of glass. He opened the pod and drew out the tiny banshee. "What's your problem, kid?"
Comet Head stopped crying and stared up at Nappa, his hands balled into tiny fists.
Nappa began to put the baby back, but the second he was inside the pod, he started up again, waving his pudgy arms and kicking his little legs. With a long sigh, Nappa put the baby over his shoulder and walked toward the changing area. He caught a whiff of Comet Head's diaper and finally figured out what the little guy had been complaining about. With another sigh, Nappa quickened his pace.