28 Stars

 

Disclaimer: I don’t own DBZ- Akira Toriyama and the miscellaneous companies he sold it to do. If I did own it, I wouldn’t have sandals that smell like death bad enough to make people cry.

 

 

1.      This is set long after DB GT. However, since I feel it is inferior to DBZ, GT will remain highly inconsistent in its inclusion. It is probably safest to say it is included, but with possible plot holes- if plot holes are good enough for Akira Toriyama, then they are for me. The facts I do include will stay in the fic however. If something that should be included isn’t, that character is dead.

2.      This probably (pretty much certainly) will contain yaoi lemons. If you don’t like reading about two or more hot Saiyan men going at it, then shove it. If you are too immature to deal with it, shove it. Lemons will probably be cut out of the deviantart posting (but I will make links available).

3.      I do a few weird things with supposed cannon facts, including creating an entirely alternate, but entirely possible universe.

4.      Beware the subplot. ~makes scary owl noises~ Whooo~oooooot!

5.      Whist constructive criticism is all well and good, I will hunt down flamers like the subservient animals they are, and spew chunks of stuff on them.

6.      Rippers will be treated with even more distain than flamers.

7.      There is going to be an OC (original character)…not until much later though…

 

 

Well, this is going to be my first major fic. I have been, once again, reduced to writing chapters. I would like to direct any non-deviantart readers to the illustrations that are posted on my account, at www.overlordofthepies.deviantart.com (FF.net users, if that fails to appear, see my bio.)

I would like to give big thanks to The Chichi Slaughter House for helping me by betaing this.

This grew. The first chapter is pretty crap concerning the plot, so if you want a point to turn away from claiming you don’t like this, at least finish chapter two as well, before you feel justified.

 

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“That wish cannot be granted.” Responded the dragon, the red glare fading from its eyes. “It is beyond my power.”

 

Vegeta snorted, his arms folded securely over his chest as the young boy a few feet in front of him fell down to his knees, whining in frustration as a pair of small fists pounded against the dusty ground near the seven glowing orbs.

 

“Give it up brat. He went naturally, what makes you think he is going to be coming back now?” Vegeta tried to hide his disappointment. Even though he knew it was unlikely the wish would succeed, he still had hoped there would be some kind of way, a loophole even. Now he was left mentally chastising himself for the weakness of leaving himself open to the feelings, and letting the boy build himself up for such a blow.

 

Vegeta shivered internally as the boy- a close replica of himself, despite the several generations’ gap between them, turned to face him, his face hardened as he grit his teeth, trying to force back the crystalline tears welling in his eyes. The boy looked just as the Prince did in his own youth, bangs hanging over his sharp face, body wiry and swift. The main difference between them was his expression- whilst the Prince still wore his ever-long scowl; the boy’s face was comparatively relaxed, and in better situations, more inclined to smile.

 

“I know you want it! It is a chance you’d never get otherwise, grandpapa.” He shook with disappointment; upset at letting down the older man he admired so much. “I just want you to be happy…I know you like fighting…and you no longer have challenges to sate you.”

 

The boy hung his head in shame, turning away to stare at the dragonballs, gazing at the radiance, one of the tears escaping his resistance.

 

Vegeta sighed, stepping over to him, ignoring the looming dragon above them as he crouched next to his great (maybe two…) grandson, some of his hair falling over his shoulders as he placed a firm hand on his back in an attempt to pacify him.

 

With each generation the blow softened as the Prince aged, watching the birth of new generations and becoming more accustomed to his relatively calm life- although life could never be completely calm being surrounded by Saiyan descendants, no matter how diluted their blood was by now. Although they were still of significant strength- many still reaching super Saiyan status- there was still no challenge for him anymore, considering the power he’d reached and combining that with the Saiyan metabolism, his aging process had altered significantly to a normal human one, the diminish of his power negligible.

 

The dragon growled, the sound booming around them, only to be ignored by the two figures below, lost in their own little world. To be honest, the old one seemed so accustomed to the dragon, its presence was pretty normal.

 

The aged Saiyan, always short in stature, had shrunk somewhat- as many do- but only by a couple of inches. His hair however, had more than made up for this, the back having gradually grown out over the years, locks falling down his shoulders, now level with his elbows when standing up straight, still mostly retaining its colour, despite the few grey tints working their way in. Despite the wishes of his granddaughter, he still refused to have it cut back, his stubbornness around the issue resulting in pairs of scissor being melted to the walls of their kitchen. Externally, he appeared to have changed little, his face slightly more weather beaten and worn, eyes were still sharp and dark, and his physique still the same as it ever was, although his joints suffered somewhat from the wear of decades upon decades of heavy exercise, something only natural considering the torment his body had been through.

 

The hand tensed slightly against the boy’s back, a silent reassurance from the proud Prince, before it pulled away, the boy turning up to look at him with wide eyes, wiping them dry with his shirt cuff.

 

“Look, I know he isn’t coming back. I know I’ll never get a challenge like that again. I faced the facts a long time ago, brat, so don’t bother.” Vegeta got up, pulling his great (or so) grandson up with him with firm grip, turning away, and ignoring the beast behind them.

 

The dragon growled again, the dull rumbling voice making it heard. “You still have two wishes.”

 

Vegeta’s eye twitched in irritation as he started walking away with his descendant.

 

“What are your wishes? You summoned me here.” The dragon’s red eyes glowed with power.

 

Vegeta snarled. Turning around, sprinting forward a few paces towards the great creature, as he let his great grandson standing behind him, staring at the unusual outburst. “Shut up, you useless bastard!”

 

The dragon didn’t respond, apparently ignoring him. “You have two more wishes.”

 

Vegeta snarled, his under lying disappointment bursting out as rage as he threw insults at the dragon, the hair down his back rising upwards a little as his charged his ki unintentionally. He looked up into the impassive reptilian face, unafraid, his eyes narrowed.

 

“Make your wish, mortal.”

 

Vegeta clenched his fist, shaking his head, the long hair billowing out behind him, crackling with static. “We made our wish and –you- failed!!!”

 

He sneered, his ki relaxing once again as he turned away, walking back to his great-grandson.

 

“Grandpapa!!! Look out!” The boy screamed, pointing behind him.

 

Vegeta’s head whipped around with lightning reflexes, as the balls glowed brightly, vibrating on the ground, stirring up dust.

 

“What the he-“ Vegeta’s exclamation never got any further, as the balls glowed with a blinding light.

 

The breath was wrenched out of him as a hand grabbed his ankle, pulling it out of beneath him with a harsh yank and dragging him towards the dragonballs at a frightening speed, whipping him back like a plug on a retractor cord, the Prince’s body literally bouncing over the ground before he even knew what was happening.

 

Vegeta struggled, twisting in the strong grip, his fingers barely touching the ground before he appeared to start to get dragged into the dragonballs, reduced to scrabbling against the ground in a desperate attempt to gain purchase as his legs disappeared into the air millimetres above the orbs, the feeling tacky and viscous, as through he was sinking into treacle.

 

He tossed manically as his waist was dragged in- he could feel hands on both ankles, yanking him downwards now- chest deep, his tried powering up, panicking as he seem to sink faster –neck deep, the boy was running towards him, his legs moving at a freakishly time-consuming pace to Vegeta, the dust rising around his feet lazily. The comparative speeds they were travelling at occurred to Vegeta in a vague sense, as he realised is the boy was running- which it sure appeared at be the case, despite his ostensible slowness.

 

Vegeta blinked as he found his chin sinking into the dragonballs, tilting it up like a man in a tank of rising water, finding his feet to kick out viscously against the hands around his ankles, thrashing violently with his legs against the concealed attacker, his chest fluttering in relief as he tried to squirm upwards, his hands’ grip pulling him out of the glutinous grip of the dragonballs a few more inches.

 

All of a sudden, both hands were back on his flailing ankles, the grip stronger than ever as their owner gave an almighty tug, giving Vegeta a powerful yank backwards. Unable to resist the strength dragging him into the dragonballs any longer, Vegeta flew back with neck jarring speed, almost all of his body having vanished into thin air, his hands hovering above them for a spilt second, clawing at nothingness before disappearing too, with a fainting popping sound.

 

The boy stopped in his advance, staring at the dragonballs in horror. Two and a half seconds ago, his great grandfather had been walking towards him, and now he’d disappeared. He stood there, numb, not quite believing what had happened.

 

The dragon, seemingly unfazed by the whole experience, grunted loudly, causing the boy to snap his head up, looking at the creature with wide eyes. Coils of the extensive lizard shifted somewhat as red eyes fixed on the diminutive figure feet below.

 

“What did you do to him?” screamed the boy, tears streaming down his creased face. “I demand you bring him back, now!”

 

Shenron ignored him.

 

The boy stomped on the ground in a mixture of rage and despair, raising his shaking arms into the air, palms fall, like he had when summoning the colossal beast.

 

“I wish my grandpapa was back! Please, bring him back!” The boy pleaded, eyes scrunching up as he willed the dragon to follow his wishes.

 

“That is beyond my power.” Shenron growled out, his deep booming voice echoing around the boy, who stood unfazed, looking up is despair.

 

“Then were is he? Where is my grandpapa?” asked the boy, looking up hopefully. “I wish to know where he is.”

 

“That, I can grant.” The dragon’s eyes glowed as he granted the wish. “The one your call grandpapa is within the seven dragonballs, currently in the vicinity of the four stars.”

 

The boy gaped, staring down at the luminous orbs the dragon sprouted from. Grandpapa was in there, somehow, and he if couldn’t get himself out, he would be in those orbs from an eternity. If the dragon couldn’t get him out, no one could, could they?

 

“What is your second wish?” Shenron rumbled.

 

The boy shook his head in denial. He had no idea what to do, let alone what to wish for. If he screwed up, he could waste a wish, which could be needed later on in rescuing grandpapa.

 

“If you have no other wish, I will depart.”

 

The boy nodded, numb from the blow as he sank to his knees, his limp arms flopping beside him as the dragon vanished into the balls with a burst of light, the serpentine coils rapidly flowing back, before the balls shot up into the air and dispersed, shooting away across the sky.

 

 

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There is already an illustration. Don’t miss it on my deviantart account. (And mediaminer if I can be bothered, but the reviewers are so lazy there I see little point.)