Holy crap…you guys really like this. 24 Reviews for chapter 1 alone! Thank you!

Anyhow…on a random note, has anybody heard the song Calling All The Monsters? I think that's the most mature Disney song in creation…it's like actual music.

I find the awesomest songs watching AMVs. For example, Hip Like Badass. I dunno why, but that song cracks me up XD

I've decided to use limited Japanese terms here, like sometimes saying (haha, Saiyan) Saiyajin, nani…and during fighting scenes, a curse or two XD

Disclaimer: GT is an abomination. That's all I'm gonna say.

Song Prompt: False Pretense ~ Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

Chapter 2: Laugh

If a tree falls in the middle of the forest and no one's around to hear it, does it make sound?

His laughter is different.

I noticed it the very first time I met him. Majin, I mean. Vegeta's laughter is dark and dangerous, enough to send shivers up your spine. It is often laced with either bitterness or bloodlust. I don't know which is worse. Majin's is different. It's loud and cheerful, genuine. He laughs at funny things; Vegeta laughs at humiliating things.

Majin, still hanging upside-down, lifted one arm and pointed at me, laughing. "You should see your face," he snickered.

I scowled.

"Oh, God, that's worse!"

"Would you shut up?" I said. I could feel a vein throbbing in my forehead, a trait that I could swear I didn't have before Vegeta came to Earth. "Get down before you kill yourself."

"Yes, because trees are sooo dangerous."

I bared my teeth at him, and he laughed again.

At first, I didn't understand why he called himself Majin. Majin meant Devil or Demon in Japanese, which confused me. He was a perfect opposite of Vegeta, who, according to my friends, was the very essence of the devil, so I figured he'd be kind of angelic. Boy, was I wrong. Majin is about as close to a demon as you can get. I've never seen a man that gets into so much trouble before, and that's coming from me. He's a devil child, that's for sure. It really didn't take me long to figure it all out…maybe a few hours after his first transformation.


I felt a shift in the air. I frowned and looked up from my food. Chichi stared at me quizzically; normally, a tornado couldn't stop me from eating. "Something wrong, Goku-san?"

I swallowed and thumped my chest to push the food down, shaking my head. "Somethin' just felt weird for a sec, is all."

She cocked her head, in that cute little way that I adore, and asked, "Weird how?"

"I dunno, just weird."

She rolled her eyes and kissed my cheek as she served me more eggrolls. "You're hopeless, Goku-san," she said fondly.

I laughed. "I know."

Vegeta wasn't at the table. He never ate with us. Chichi would just leave a table full of plates for him, and they'd be empty in the morning. So, you can imagine how I surprised was when he suddenly capered down the stairs, in Super Saiyan form, no less, with a giant smile on his face.

"Oh, great, lunch!" he cried. "I'm starving!" Then, right before our very eyes, he sat down beside Gohan and started eating. We gaped, even Gohan. Despite my son's age of 2, even he knew that Vegeta was the definition of anti-social. Vegeta just ignored us all, only pausing to say, "This tastes great, Kakarot's woman."

Chichi blinked, and even though she normally won't respond to him when he uses my Saiyan name, or when he refers to her as my 'woman', she was so shocked that she said, "Um…thank you, Vegeta."

He grunted, teal eyes flicking to her for a minute before he resumed eating a chicken leg.

There was a long, almost deafening silence before I finally broke it. "Um…Vegeta?"


"Are you okay?"

"Perfect. Why do you ask?"

"…You're acting kind of weird."

He stopped eating and looked up, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I am?"

I stared at him. "Yes."

He blinked. "Oh." Then he shrugged, and started eating again.

I gaped, then closed my mouth. "Why are you in Super Saiyan?"

"Dunno. I can't turn back."

"Can't…turn back?"

"Yeah, you know, to base form. I can't."

My mouth fell open again. "Are you sick?"

He laughed. Laughed. "Don't be silly, Kakarot. I can't get sick, I'm a Saiyan."

I was seriously getting creeped out now. Vegeta doesn't use words like 'silly'. He uses words like 'moronic' or 'idiotic' or 'mental'. And he sure as hell didn't laugh. He snickered, and he mocked. He did not laugh.

"Wanna train?" he said suddenly, holding his fork high above his head and slurping noodles off, his neck craned so he could look at me. That's another thing…I've only ever seen Vegeta eat once, but he had perfect manners. Vegeta doesn't slurp. He just doesn't.

"Uh…sure –"

"Great! Let's bring the kid with us!" he smiled, and ruffled Gohan's hair fondly. Gohan blinked, completely surprised, and stared at him with big eyes.

I raised an eyebrow. "Vegeta…you hate kids."

He stuck his tongue out at me. "Nuh uh."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Chichi asked, baffled.

"I'd be better if I had more chicken," he said, smacking his lips loudly.

Chichi served him more slowly, as if she was afraid he would spontaneously combust. "You look…awfully happy today, Vegeta," she said carefully.

"I slept well," he nodded.

"…Vegeta, it's the middle of the afternoon. You haven't been asleep," I pointed out.

He looked at the clock, then shrugged. "I felt like I was dreaming," he said thoughtfully.

"About what?" I asked.

"I dreamt it was really cold, but then it got really hot, so I woke up," he said, very seriously.

Chichi and I looked at each other. "Vegeta," I said slowly, "are you absolutely positive that nothing's wrong?"

"Absolutely," he said firmly.

"So…it doesn't bother you that you can't go back to base form?"


I bit the inside of my lip, thinking. Finally, I said, "This could be really bad. You realize that, right Vegeta?"

"Quit calling me that," he replied.

I blinked. "It's your name. You…you love your name." I was stunned.

His eyebrows crinkled, and he held up his index finger to silence me while he dramatically swallowed. Then he said, "I like Majin better."

The next morning, Vegeta had black hair again. He seemed especially grumpy, and didn't seem to recall any of the events yesterday, not even the full out fight-to-the-death 'spar' we'd had yesterday. He was confused about where all the bandages came from, and he didn't smile once or laugh the whole day. I tried to call him Majin, like he requested, and he told me that if I ever called him that again he'd slit my throat.

I didn't get it until he came to dinner again a few days later with sun-blonde hair and teal eyes. King Kai gave me a very strange answer when I asked.

*End flashback*

"So, whataya want?" Majin asked.

I blew a puff of air past nearly closed lips. "Just coming to check on you."

"What for? I'm not a baby."

"I know…but you get into trouble if I don't watch you," I said.

He laughed. "Get out," he said, his voice full of chipper sarcasm.

I rolled my eyes. "Last time I left you out on your own, you spray painted 'Prince of Saiyans' on the side of a middle school in West City." It was actually pretty good graffiti, the letters written in traditional Japanese and yet completely disfigured and stretched in crazy calligraphy, but I wasn't going to tell him that.

He laughed at again and gripped the branch with his hands, wrapping his legs around it so he was hanging from it like a lemur. He reached up and grabbed a plum, sinking his teeth into it. The purple fruit made a soft squishing sound, and the juice dribbled down his chin. I grimaced; hopefully Vegeta didn't turn back anytime soon, or he'd be pissed. "That was pretty good, wasn't it?" he said with a full mouth.

"No! That's exactly what I'm trying to tell you. You can't do stuff like that."

"I bet those kids got a kick out of it," he said smugly.

"And I'm sure the kid that got blamed for it didn't," I said dryly.

He laughed again and took another bite out of his plum, licking a purple drop off his sharp canine as he suddenly got a thoughtful look on his face.

"Oh, no," I muttered.

"I'm bored," he said suddenly.

"Crap," I groaned.

"Let's do something fun," he said. He looked mischievous.

"No. No, no no, no. Whatever you're planning, the answer is no," I said firmly, waving my arms to make my answer even more extravagant.

"You're no fun, Kakarot," he pouted. I sighed; I can't get Majin to call me Goku either. "We could go jack some motorcycles."

"You make me seem really responsible, you know that?" I said, rubbing my temples.

He grinned.

"Goku-san! Vegeta-san! Dinner is ready!" Chichi called out the window.

I had barely turned around to yell a reply when I suddenly felt a sharp gust of wind fly past me. My eyes closed on instinct and goosebumps rushed up my arms, and when I opened my eyes again, Majin was gone. I sighed again and started walking back to the house. Halfway there, I heard Chichi scream. I didn't change my pace. Eventually, her screaming turned into words, which only served to further the annoyance I'd built up from two minutes of dealing with Majin.


"I've told you that's not my name. And I caught it, anyway. What's the big deal?"

"The BIG DEAL is that you made me drop it in the first place! This is china!"

"Well, what in Kami's name are you using china for? You know one of us is going to break it." I frowned at that; one of us meant either him or me…but somehow I was the one that always got in trouble for it.

Chichi's voice lowered. I nearly laughed as I stepped in the door to watch the scene; Chichi looked livid, and Majin just looked bemused. Finally, Chichi took a deep breath and sighed, loosening her tense shoulders. "Because it's your birthday."

He blinked and stared at her with wide teal eyes. Then he said, "No it isn't."

"Yes it is," Chichi insisted. "This is the 2nd anniversary of the day you were 'born'. As Majin."

He cocked his head in a curios manner. "Is it really?" he asked.

"Yes," Chichi said in a firm voice, nodding decisively.

He blinked at her once again. Then he looked at the food. "Oh…Okay," he said acceptingly, then went to sit down.

I smiled and walked over to Chichi, taking a giant plate out of her hands. Her already flushed cheeks darkened when I kissed her cheek, and my smile widened. "That was really sweet. Thanks, Chi," I said softly, then went to sit the plate down in the middle of the table. She smiled.

"How are we going to go about finding the others?" I asked.

Bulma grinned at me. "Oh, come now, Juu. Who do you think I am? I am Bulma Briefs, and I can invent anything! I'll make a locator, that's what."

I nodded, expecting something of the sort. "You think it'll be able to find all of them based on just one?"

"Well, they're all made of the same thing, whatever it is. Can't be that difficult."

"How long do you think that'll take?"

"I don't know. A week, maybe? Couldn't tell ya. I'll pack up a little Capsule House so we can put all our stuff in there. God, who knows what kind of clothes we'll need? We might as well pack our whole rooms!"

"Whoa, Bulma," I laughed. "Calm down. We can buy things as we go, you know."

"I don't want to waste time shopping for things!" she yelled exasperatedly.

"That's a first."

"Oh, you hush. I'm so excited right now, not even your sarcasm can get me down." She paused and looked thoughtful. "We'll probably need some man-power. Do you think Jin could –"

"No," I said immediately.

"But –"


"Aw, c'mon Juu," she pleaded, batting her lashes at me. "Pretty please? Jin's not so bad."

I scowled at her antics. "He is when you live with him. No way."

"But Juu, Jinzoningen is strong!"

"So'm I!"

"I know, but Jin is stronger. Not as kickass, but stronger," she said.

I didn't know whether I should be pleased or insulted…plus I knew she was just trying to butter me up. Still…Jin really isn't as kickass as me, I admit it, so I just said, "True."

"So can he –"

" – But still, no."

"Please, please please please please please please please please PLEASE –"

"Good God, Bulma, no, for crying out loud! Shut up!"

"I'm not going to stop begging till you say yes," she threatened, folding her arms.

I felt myself grow pale. "You wouldn't dare." Bulma can beg for hours on end.

"I would so. Don't make me do it, Juuhachi-gou."

I groaned. She only calls me that when she means business. "Why does it have to be Jinzoningen? Couldn't we get somebody else?"

She gave me a pointed look and put her hands on her hips. "Like who?" she demanded.

I opened my mouth, then closed it, and opened it again. "We could get some of the guys –"

"The "guys", assuming you're talking about our friends from college, consists of techie nerds and a perverted football player," she said. "I'm already a techie nerd, plus they aren't muscular. Now, since the ONE muscular guy we know is Roshi's pervert grandson, it's your pick. Him or Jin."

I shuddered. Muten "Oyster Hermit" Roshi had given me and Jin karate lessons when we were kids. Of course, we had adopted our own styles of fighting after leaving his 'dojo', which was just an island in the middle of nowhere. Bulma had taken lessons for a while, but stopped after she broke her arm, so she only knew the basics. But that was beside the point. The point was that Roshi had a notoriously dirty mind, like his supposedly famous brother (I'd never met him), and his kids and grandchildren were no different. Don't ask how he got a wife, or how she stood 20 years of the man before she left.

I sighed. "Fine. I don't even know where he is, anyway."

I was lying, and she knew it, because she grinned widely and pulled a capsule out of her purse. With a loud pop, her red convertible appeared on the street. We hopped in and drove home, her chattering my ear off and me sulking.

I felt my left eye twitching as they carried on. Kakarot had instigated his mate into singing 'Happy Birthday' at the top of their lungs, and Kakabrat was singing in a happy squeal on top of them. I stared at my plate, already eating, because I knew my cheeks were burning, and my skin was much paler when I was a Super Saiyan. Kakarot would get a kick out of that. He loves to embarrass me, and he's remarkably good at it.

I'm better, but eh.

" – HAPPY Birthday to YOU!" they finished, completely off key.

I rolled my eyes. "It's not my birthday," I told them for the millionth time. "That was completely unnecessary."

Kakarot grinned and elbowed me. "Everybody likes birthday songs, Majin."

"Not me," I said.

"Aw, c'mon, you know you loved it."

My cheeks darkened again, and I bared my teeth at him. He laughed.

"How old are you, Mr. Majin?" Gohan asked me.

I blinked and recalled what Kakarot's woman had said about this fake "birthday", and replied, "I'm tw –"

"Twenty-six, sweetie," Chichi interrupted me to answer him. "He's twenty-six." She gave me a look that said "don't corrupt my child's mind", which I get often and always pointedly ignore.

"Yeah, I'm not an old man, Kid. Quit calling me mister."

"Okay." There was a pause, then, "Can I call you Oji-san?"

I shook my head. Raditz was his Oji-san, not me. "Just Majin, Kid."

Gohan looked disappointed. "Kay."

I sighed. "If you want, you can call me Ouji-sama."

He brightened immediately. "Mister Vegeta, too?"

I shrugged. "Sure, why not."

Kakarot scratched his chin. "Say, when is you're real birthday, Majin?"

I rolled my eyes. "That's for me to know, and you to never find out." I did not want a "Happy Birthday to You" repeat…and I enjoyed getting on Kakarot's nerves.

"Aw, c'mon, it wasn't that bad –"

"I'll sock you in the mouth, Kakarot."

He raised his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay, I'm just asking. Anyway, you can punch me in the face after dinner. I want to spar."

"Well, maybe I wanna spray paint."

"Don't you even think about it," Chichi hissed.

I grinned at her, and when she turned back around, I stuck my tongue out too. Kakarot laughed. "We can do some sparring first," he said.

"Goku-san!" Chichi exclaimed, whirling from the counter.

"What? I'm sure I can find a big old bolder for him to spray paint."

She sighed.

"Fine," I agreed. "But Kakabrat has to train too."

"He's only four!" Chichi snapped at me. "My baby is growing up to be a great scholar, not a fighter."

"He's a Saiyan!" I cried, appalled.

"Half! That's different!"

I slammed my hands on the table and stood up. "As long as there is breath in my body, every living being with Saiyan blood will fight and like it!" I declared.

"Oh no you don't, you Saiyajin no Ouji –" she started, pointing an accusing finger at me. Before she could finish, I picked up Gohan by the back of his shirt and literally flew out the window. I laughed over his yelps of terror, Chichi's screams of rage, and Kakarot's pathetic attempts to console her. I spiraled as I flew, then grinned as I notice we were over a big river…my favorite one to swim in. I dropped Gohan in, and he yelped as he fell into the water. I laughed again and cannon-balled in with a whoop, not bothering to go after him. I hadn't ever told Chichi I'd taught him to swim.

I pulled into Juu's driveway, only grabbing the Dragon Ball before I capsulized it. She was still sulking, arms folded and her lip stuck out a little bit. I almost giggled; she looks like a little kid when she sulks. "Come on, Juu, he's not that bad," I said, trying to console her.

"He is so that bad!" she hissed. "How would you like it if Yamcha was coming?"

I scowled heavily at her. "That's entirely different. He's an ex-boyfriend, not my brother."

"Well, maybe I hate Jin as much as you hate Yamcha," she said stubbornly.

"That's so not true, and you know it. You'd be bawling your eyes out if Jinzoningen died, whereas I've told Yamcha to go die in a hole many times."

She hmphed and folded her arms as we walked inside. "You just think Jin is cute."

I laughed. "He is. But Jin is like my brother, so don't even go there."

"Don't even go where?" came a voice from the living room. I glanced towards the couch, where Jin is sitting sideways with his feet lazily propped up, flipping channels with a bored look on his face. His shoulder-length, stick-straight black hair is tied back in a messy ponytail on the back of his head, with a few shorter pieces still falling loose around his face. His ice blue eyes, perfect mirrors of Juuhachi-gou's, trail from the TV to us in a manner that anyone else would have viewed as obnoxious, but what I view as indifferent.

"Nowhere," Juu said a little too quickly. "Absolutely nowhere."

"Uh huh," he said, sitting up. He gave her a very suspicious look, his sharp blue eyes narrowing and his jaw setting, and his lips set in a firm line. She mirrored it on instinct, and I laughed. Watching them argue was hilarious to me for some reason; had been since we were kids.

"Come on, Juu," I said after my giggles had subsided. "Just tell him."

His irritated look disappeared, replaced with one of sudden though suspicious curiosity. "Tell me what?"

Juu grumbled something.


She grumbled it louder.

"Jeez, Juuhachi, I can't understand what you're saying!" he said exasperatedly.

'Juuhachi' scowled fiercely (only Jin is allowed to call her that, though I often call them both by nicknames other than their designated ones), and finally said, "We found a Dragon Ball and we're going to look for it and you're coming because we need male accompaniment."

Jin blinked. Then he grinned devilishly.

"That so?" he said slyly.

"I hate you," Juu seethed.

"Who needs male accompaniment?" said a male voice.

I whirled to face the speaker, who, too my dismay, was not Jinzoningen. "What are you doing here?" I hissed. Juu promptly started cracking up, even going so far as to bury her face in her brother's shoulder and beat his chest with her fist. He gave her a 'what's so funny?' look, but she only laughed harder.

I scowled fiercely at her, then turned to glare at the intruder. "Yamcha, what are you doing here?" I demanded again.

Yamcha looked at me rather peevishly. "I can come over to my friend's house, you know."

"They're my friends, not yours."

Yamcha – ex-boyfriend and jerk extraordinaire. He's tall, taller than me or Juu or Jin, with a long black ponytail that could be tamed if he brushed it through more often. He has a scar on his left cheek and another over his right eye, acquired during his time spent in the desert. Yamcha had been a thief, and a skilled one…but he'd thought twice about stealing again after my ingenious trap caught him while he was trying to steal from me. I'd brought him back to the city, set him up with the best school I could, got him started in a real life. He played baseball, and was his team's best hitter and pitcher…

And despite his initial "fear" of girls, he'd turned into a real womanizer over the years.

"I think that's up to them," Yamcha said. He had a sandwich in his hand, a bit sloppily made, which caused me to notice it was the kind I always made him, the kind that was his favorite.

"Juu doesn't like you any more than I do," I snapped.

"And Jinzo?" he asked, a little mockingly for my taste.

"Okay, you know what? First of all, Jinzo is my name for him. Second, Jin could be damned for all I care, but Juu can still kick you out of her house."

"Hey!" Jin objected.

"You're being really immature, Bulma," Yamcha said disdainfully.

I snorted. "Me? Immature? Please. Immature is cheating on your girlfriend of nine years, especially one who could have and would have given you anything and everything. That, my friend, is immature and selfish and just…just stupid."

He opened his mouth, the closed it again, looking very much like a baffled fish.

"Still can't win an argument, Yamcha?" I asked mockingly.

He scowled. "Nobody can win an argument against you. Don't even try to play me like that."

I shrugged. "True. Why are you here, anyway?"

"To see Jinzoningen," he answered. "Why are you here?"

"To see Jinzoningen," I answered back sharply.

"Liar," Jin said to my ex. "You were looking for B-chan, Yamcha."

"Oh, were you now?" I said, putting my hands on my hips.

He blushed as he scowled, and looked away.

"Well, what did you want?" I demanded.

"I just wanted to talk to you. We kind of left things on a sour note –"

"Kind of?" I scowled.

"Alright," he snapped, "we left things on a seriously bad note. I just wanted to patch things up. Sheesh."

"Don't you sheesh me, like I'm the bad guy."

Yamcha's brows furrowed, and he really looked like he wanted to explode but knew better. Finally, he let out a very controlled sigh and squared his shoulders. "So, you need male travel buddies?"

My eyes narrowed to slits. "No."

"But you just said –"

"I know what I said! Jin will be enough!"

"Well," Yamcha reasoned, "there are two of you, and only one of him. That's not really fair to Jinzoningen, is it? I'm sure he doesn't want to be all alone with just you and his sister."

"What that's supposed to mean?!" I yelled.

"Nothing…just that he'd probably like a guy to talk to, is all," he said, looking over my shoulder at the raven. "Right Jin? C'mon, back me up here, buddy."

Jin shrugged. "I guess."

"Jin!" I cried, horrified.

"Sorry, B-chan, but you and my bratty sister in a small space are a bad combination. Especially when it envolves me."

Juu punched him in the back of the head. "Don't act like you're so innocent," she said accusingly.

"You are absolutely not coming," I said to Yamcha. "This is my adventure, and I'm not having you along to screw it up."

"Look, B, you tend to get into trouble a lot. I'm just trying to protect you."

"I don't need your protection!"

"What if you come up against a gang of sleaze-balls or something?" Yamcha demanded. "Jin can't fight everyone off. Juu can't either. And you're…you're not the buffest of people. Just let me come with you. I swear I won't start anything."

I looked him in the eye with a death glare, and saw he was actually being sincere. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then folded my arms. "Alright," I relented (reluctantly, mind you), "You can come with us. BUT, you have to swear you won't try giving me puppy eyes to take you back, you absolutely cannot touch me unless it's an dire emergency or I give you permission, and you under no conditions whatsoever can screw up what Juu and I have planned."

Yamcha nodded and smiled.

"So…what do you bakas have planned, anyway?" Jin asked, popping open a can of soda and chugging it.

"We're going to make a wish," Juu said, downing her own in a similar manner.

"A wish?" Yamcha raised his eyebrow.

"I found a Dragon Ball," I said, pulling it out of my bag. "See?"

The boys stared at it, slack jawed. Finally, Jin closed his mouth and swallowed, then asked, "And…we're wishing for what, exactly?"

"Our future husbands," I said casually, tucking it back into my purse.

"Perfect boyfriends," Juu added.

It was silent for a minute. Then, at the exact same time, Jin and Yamcha yelled, "PERFECT BOYFRIENDS?!"

I know you're all super happy about this ^^ *sarcasm* *maybe*

Well, unless you're new to this story, you know that Yamcha is basically going to royally screw things up. If you are new…well, that should be obvious. Question is…..how bad?

Mwah ha ha…and on that note, I bid you good day :3