Rough Fight on a Picnic Afternoon

Part 2

"He started it!" Goten and Trunks said at the same time, pointing at eachother.

"Just.....tell us what happened," Gohan said, now rubbing his temples. It had accually been PEACEFUL! There was no uncofortable silence where he and the other Saiyans exchanged nervous glances! Vegita and Goku were sitting almost NEXT TO eachother as they ate, not uttering a hint of a fight! Now, it was gone. The moment of bliss was over the instant the two little half-Saiyans had come charging into camp, fists flying.

"HE CALLED ME A HALF-BREED SON OF A THIRD CLASS WARRIOR!!!" Goten shreiked, no one could tell if he was even screaming or crying....perhaps both.

Vegita muttered something like, "Well he is.....," and Radditz noticed Gohan give him a dirty look.

"WELL HE SAID THE ENTIR SAIYAN RACE WAS STUPID FOR FOLLOWING MY DAD!!" Trunks screamed back (when they get mad, whey kind of forget what exactly was said, and who said it, and who it was said about, as it is common with most people in a fight.)

Gohan looked like he might say something, but Vegita was already glaring at him, so he kept his silence.

"WELL HE SAID I SHOULD BOW TO HIM WHENEVER I SEE HIM CAUSE' HE'S A PRINCE AND HE'S BETTER THAN ME!!" Goten yelled, struggling to break free, pounding on Goku's chest with his little fists.

Gohan winced visibly, he had heard Vegita say things like that, though it had been a long time......just what was he teaching Trunks?

"HE SAID HIS DAD WAS BETTER AND STRONGER THAN MY DAD!!" Trunks yelled, talking more to Gohan than he was to the older people around them.

Vegita looked like he wanted to hit someone, but just couldn't figure out who. He wanted to hit Trunks just for saying it, he wanted to his Goten for saying it, he wanted to hit Kakarot for being it, and he wanted to hit Gohan.....just to hit Gohan. (Ever notice how nearly every bad guy goes after Gohan first?)

Nappa was near cowering, his pride ached for his King, for Vegita. He wanted them all to shut up, in fact, he woudn't mind seeing everyone take a moment out to bow to Vegita and his son. It would just feel better. All the casualy air or treament Nappa had seen Vegita get just felt unnatural to him. To think that lower Saiyans could be stronger than him, though he had witnessed it with his own eyes, was blasphemy. That kid, Kakarot's kid, was insane.

Turles, too, felt slightly uneasy about the mannerism around Vegita. All Saiyans had been taught from infancy to not just obey, but nearly WORSHIP their King and Prince (though 'taught' is a gentle way of putting it.) Turles, however, was clever and he had spent many years away from the Saiyan way of life. Truely, he didn't know about Vegita-sie's destruction until a few years after it had happened. He had developed his own beliefs, though he was still trying to see how Kakarot could just ACT like that when in Vegita's presence. It was wierd behavior. But seeing an all out war between a Saiyan Prince, and an extremely young third-class warrior seemed like something that was just not right! Filth didn't belong on the same plane of power! It just wasn't right!

Radditz, surprisingly, was having the easiest time getting used to the exchange between Vegita and Kakarot. Since meeting Dayna, he was begining to expand his horizons to take in new view-points. He could now understand Kakarot, maybe even more than he understood his King. But, seeing this, his old programming kicked in subliminally. He knew without reason that the Prince would win. He was a Prince. He was son of Vegita. In Radditz's, and anyother normal Saiyan mind, that ment he would always win a fight, even before it started.

"C'mon, guys!" Krillian pleaded, for he had been enjoying the earlier peace, as well, "Let's just put this whole thing behind us and have a nice snack-"

"NO, SHADDAP!" Vegita yelled, going so far as to throw a small blast of chi at him. Krillian yelped and dodged and said no more.

Vegita turned back to face the kids, still suspened by the backs of their gi's from Gohan and Goku.

"Let them continue!" Vegita ordered, but neither Kakarot or his son did so. "I said, LET THEM DO THIS!" Vegita yelled, then said in a slightly quieter, colder voice, "You can try to stop them now, but they will be at it again the moment they get the chance! You don't get it! They won't rest until one of them is the victor! You can see it in their eyes! Their Saiyan blood is boiling as we speak, and will not stop until this is settled! Do it now! Release them!"

Goku looked at Goten, still kicking and punching futily at Goku's broad chest to get free. The look in his young eyes, normally so innocent and curious, was filled with such an undescribable appearance. A look so out of character for Goten, but a look Goku knew his face had taken on when he was about to enter into a battle, one that said nothing could keep him from it. That face that so perfectly mirrored his showed just how serious this fight was to Goten.

Goku's shoulders slumped.

"Let them go, Gohan," he said, knowing his oldest son would never have obeyed Vegita.

"But dad....," Gohan's eyes were begging Goku to reconsider.

"Gohan, we can't stop them, let them get this over with," and even as his father said this, Gohan, too, saw that look in Trunk's face. There was nothing to do but let go.

Both children were released to the ground at the same time. Surprisingly, they didn't attack instantly.

"We need some rules," Trunks said, his face cold.

"Only one rule," Goten said, also emotionless, "No killing."

"Fine," Trunks said, for even in their state, neither demi-Saiyan had the lust for murder.

"We need stakes," Goten said, feeling they needed something to fight for, "If I win, you have to appologize to me and admit that I'm better than you."

"I can agree to that," Vegita flinched at these words, that would be a devistating blow to both his son's and his pride, but eased a little when Trunks continued, "But if I win, you have to bow whenever you see me for a whole week, and call me prince Trunks."

Goten nodded.

With the rules set, the two warriors fell into their chosen fighting stances. They eyed eachother for an instant, then vanished from the view of any but the fastest eyes.

Goten flew in to punch Trunks in the stomach, but was blocked long before he reached his target. Trunks tried to follow through with a kick aimed for Goten's chin, but the younger warrior jerked his head back at the last second and caught the young prince's foot. With a heave, Goten threw Trunks toward the ground, but Trunks caught himself with his hands and spun his body hard enough to throw Goten off balance and slam him into the ground.

"GET HIM, BRAT!!" Vegita yelled, his truley Saiyan blood getting overly excited, causing him to yell many things he woudn't have normally said.

Gohan, however, had not inherited that trait from his father and turned an angry face toward Vegita.

"I know that we can't stop them, now, " Gohan spat out the words, as though blaming them on Vegita, then his voice turned repremanding as he continued, "But you DON'T have to encourage them further."

"Oh?" Vegita said, his blood still bubbling from watching the fight, "And why can't I? You gonna make me?"

"Vegita, one fight is enough-" Goku stated to say, but was surprised when Gohan gave him a look that said 'let me handle this.'

"I know what it is!" Vegita continued, "You're scared your little brother can't do it! You know that my kind is superior! Admit it, brat!"

"Your kind, Vegita?" Gohan asked, "My father is far stronger then you'll ever be. You think 'your kind' is better, but your just too stupid to realize that 'your kind' is the same as our kind."

"What!?!" that famous vein popped out on Vegita's forhead, "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"

"YOU HEARD ME!" Gohan yelled back, "And what the hell is your problem!? Why to you call ME 'brat'?! Do I LOOK like a kid!? NO! I'm TALLER than YOU!!!"

Vegita was somewhat speachless, as were the rest of the warrior picnicers. Gohan seldom yelled. But Vegita got over it pretty fast.

"ALL RIGHT!!" the Saiyan prince raged, "I can call you what ever I want! You can't make me do anything else, you weak, worthless, helpless SORRY EXCUSE FOR A STUPID HALFLING THIRDCLASS WARRIOR!!!!"

"Yes, Vegita," Gohan said, looking down, then looked up and met Vegita's fierce gaze, "I CAN make you."

Vegita once again was taken aback. Gohan dropped into his usual fighting stance, and grinned that grin he only got the few times he accually WANTED to fight.

"Vegita....," Gohan said almost softly, "Now.....I'm mad."

Vegita stared into Gohan's dark eyes, and saw that small spark of a Saiyan fighting spirit, so near to the surface he could taste it. With his usual crocked, cocky smile, Vegita, too, fell into his comfortable fighting position and said, "Lets use the same thing the little brats are. I win, you bow to me and call me Prince Vegita but.......you have to do it for a month."

"Fine by me," Gohan said, his gaze showing no hesitation, though Gohan was perfectly aware of what was at stake. If Vegita won, Gohan would never, EVER hear the end of it.

"If I win, though......," Gohan's face looked about as evil as it was capable of, "Not only do you appologize to me, but YOU have to bow at MY feet."

Vegita hesitated for an instant, but the look never crossed his features.

"Heh. You're on, brat."

To be continued..............