A Rough Fight on a Picnic Afternoon

Part 1

The sun was out. The lush grass was green and full. All of mother nature was contributing to the scenic paradise that surrounded a small group of warrior picnicers. Have you ever seen a warrior picnicer? It is a warrior who picnics, and these warrior picnicers were very particular, very strong, and very neccesary in order for this fic to continue.

The strongest of these mighty picnicers would be a certain Saiyan in an orange gi named Goku. Of the warriors accompanying him, for various reasons, were as follows: our dear Saiyan Prince Vegita was coming along with plans of challenging Goku and winning. Today was the day, he felt it. Surly his training would prove fruitatious at last! Surely!

Our cute demi-Saiyans Goten and Trunks had come along with hopes of adventure, and truely they would look, for the moment the picnic site had been laid, the dissapeared into the tall grass, making plots and plans to cause mischief through-out the camp.

Gohan, book under arm, was sure he wanted to go, but even he was unsure as to whether it was to sit and read under a tree, or to spar with the other warriors that had come along. He perfered reading, but had recently begun to accually enjoy getting stronger. And, indeed, he had been getting stronger in the past few weeks since he had started training with Goku, than what he had in the past year. This would be the first time he let anyone else know he had even been training again.

Our three still newly ressurected Saiyans, Turles, Radditz, and Nappa, now becoming accustomed to their new life, had come with eager hopes to convince the next warrior listed to spar with them.

Krillian, the short little fellow with a nice crop of fine black hair, (yes, I like Krillian's hair.) wasn't too sure if he even wanted to grapple with any of the Saiyans. He didn't fear the Saiyans, for he far exceded them. (A/N: In my fics, Krillian's the strongest Earth born character) Rather, he didn't like the seriousness in which the average Saiyan faught. Saiyans had such savagery running its coarse through their systems, even to fight for fun was, in it's nature, very severe. Krillian liked sparring for fun, not for blood.

Now, with our players for this awaiting picnic fiasco ready, we shall begin.

"Hey, Trunks! Wait up!!" Goten ran up to his lavender haired friend. They had been scurrying about in the tall grass by the camp, keeping careful tabs on all of the picnicers movements, plotting where to strike first.

"Hurry up, slowpoke, and keep your chi down! I can feel it too much. That means they can probably, too."

"Sorry....," Goten used his will power to push his chi down further, making him nearly invisible.

"Better," Trunks said with a nod of approval, "Now we gotta pick our target......"

"Lets get Vegita! He gets that vein and turns funny colors when he's mad!" Goten said eagerly.

"No, then my dad and your dad will start fighting. Goku always jumps in when dad gets mad."

"Yeah, we don't want our dad's to fight.....Vegita always gets all beat up and we don't have any senzu beans."

Trunks looked sharply at Goten, "Your dad gets hurt too, ya know!"

"Yeah right!! For every hit dad gets, Vegita gets hit, like, fifty times!" Goten said proudly, "My dad is the strongest. He's even stronger then Gotenks!"

"Yeah, but MY dad is just as good as your dad!" Trunks argued, "Maybe even better!"

"Oh?" Goten asked, "Why's that?"

"Well...cause...," Trunks thought of an answer, "Cause he's King of all Saiyan! Your dad included!" Trunks now smiles, "And I'm the prince!"

"Gohan says that the Saiyans were foolish for developing that stupid cast system 'cause it brainwashed the whole civilization and made em all stupid!" Goten wasn't exactly quoting Gohan, but he got his point across......

"Hermph!" Trunks bawked, "Spoken by a half breed son of a third class warrior You heard me! That's what my dad says Gohan is!"

"Hey! I'm a half breed son of a third class warrior!! And I'm just as strong as you!! I'm even a year younger than you and I'm just as strong as you!! And that 'third class warrior' is stronger than your dad! What's that say about you!?!"

"I'm still prince! Dad says your lucky cause you don't have to bow before me! You and your dad and your brother, too!"

"BOW!?!" Goten had never thought of Trunks as anything other than an equal, "I would never bow to you! I would never bow to you or to Vegita or to anyone else! Dad and Gohan say I should just ignor Vegita when he says stuff like that, so I'm jus' gonna ignor you too!"

Goten turned his back to Trunks, refusing to make eye contact. Trunks reached his hand out and grabbed Goten's shoulder, perhaps a bit rougher than necassary, and spun him around so he was face to face.

"You can't just ignor me! C'mon! Look at me! Just admit I'm a prince and we'll go back to trying to torment our family."

"If I admit your a prince, then I'll also be admiting I'm just a third class warrior! Gohan says those titles are all in our heads. I won't call someone who's my equal in fighting power a prince, jus' he tells me to!"

"I'm stronger than you!!" Trunks said, jumping to his feet, "I've beat you before!"

"Yeah! But I'm stronger now!" Goten said, also jumping to his feet, "I'll prove it to ya!"

They both dropped into their fighting positions. How many times had they assumed those same positions? How many times had they faught for fun? How many times had they joked about who was stronger?

This was different. This was serious.

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Goku had settled into a rythm of eating. He had brought so much food, it had to be brought in a wheel barrol, and that was just his. Every one else had their own wheel barrols, though Gohan and Krillian were going to share one. They didn't eat as much as the others.

Things were almost peaceful in that paradise glade. None of the warrior picnicers were fighting at the time, as they were too busy eating. No one had bothered even thinking of sending someone out to watch the kids. The children could MORE than take care of themselves.

Suddenly, Goku, Gohan, Vegita and Krillian jerked their heads up from their eating task and all looked in one direction. Turles, Radditz and Nappa had long since learned to rely on the other warriors ablilites when it came to sensing chi, so they followed everyone else's gaze.

Bursting out of the tall grass that bordered the camp, Trunks and Goten came flying. Each was exchanging hundreds of punches and kicks per second, bloking, kicking, kneeing, punching, chi blastin.......it was so fast and furious Radditz couldn't see their arms or legs.

"Goten!" Gohan yelled, seeing that this was a bit harsher than a friendly spar, "Trunks! Stop!"

The two little warriors only faught harder, oblivious to the world, both too caught up in their fight for their dignity and pride. Seeing that yelling wasn't working, Goku tossed a small chi blast between them, when it exploded, it blew them apart.

They both landed on their feet and were rushing to lock horns again when Gohan and Goku phased. Goten found himself held up by the back of his gi, and he turned to find his father's repremanding face. Gohan had snagged Trunks in an identical grab, for Trunks, too, was now held up by the collar of his gi.

"All right, you guys! What's going on!" Gohan asked, frustarted.

To be continued........