hovered over him and looked at him worriedly. The two heads belonged to his family! Not the goddamn subclass warriors but Bulma and Trunks.
Vegeta had never been so happy to see his wife and son in his life! Far too quickly he raised his head and looked down at himself. His battle suit was torn and ready for the garbage can, but it was blue! Royal blue! And not carrot orange! Another fact he was happy about. Since he had lifted his head too quickly, a pain shot through him, which caused him to lay him down on the hard surface again.
"Vegeta, are you okay?" His worried wife asked him.
A grunting sound was all he made in response.
Relieved, Trunks leaned back a little and sighed. "Papa, you just blew up the whole gravity space."
Again there was only a grunt from Vegeta. Unfortunately, he didn't sound as annoyed as he should.
"I was really really scared for you dad." said the boy with the gray and silver hair.
When Bulma got up she stroked Vegeta's arm, apparently by chance. "Your father used to do that very often."
"It's not true!" Said Trunks, astonished.
Bulma only grinned down at her prince briefly before looking at her son. "Well, what do you mean, how often did I fight with him because he broke it faster than I could build it?""WoW! My dad is really the strongest of them all!", Said the boy approvingly and looked at his father.
Yes it was his family! And he wouldn't want to exchange them with any Kaio in the entire universe!
Loud, echoing laughter rang out in another dimension. There was a clapping noise and the laughter was muffled a bit, but it didn't stop.
The little warning voice of the old witch Uranai Baba rang out with a giggle. "Shut up, you old sack, or someone else will hear us."
Even though the tall Emma Daio had clapped both hands over his mouth, he was still shaking with laughter. Just like the small, plump Kaio of the West.
Emma said, laughing and trying to keep control. "Little did I know spitting inside mortals' heads could be so fun."
The Kao couldn't stop laughing either. "Something like that is still wrong."
"How do you think I passed my boring weeks in my youth?" grinned old Uranai Baba. "So how does it look now? Are you going to give me a few measly centuries longer to live?"
The two overseers of the afterlife exchanged a meaningful look. Emma Daio then nodded. "I Agree."
Kaio shook his head, however. "No!"
Emma looked at the fat little boy in amazement. And Uranai Baba was about to start an outrage.
However, the Kaio then began to giggle and put his hand over his mouth so it wasn't too loud. Since the three were right at the back of the afterlife reception area and tons of newcomers were waiting to be sent to Heaven or Hell.
"Who else can you do it with?" Asked the little Kaio.
Uranai Baba raised his index finger, however. "Out of the question. Not until you tell me how many centuries I can live longer for it."
"Two for Vegeta and one for the next one," said Emma.
"I also want two for the next one," said the old woman, calling her price.
"Who should be next?" Asked Emma.
The old little woman grinned briefly and showed her false teeth, then mumbled a few sayings into the magic ball she usually sat on, and the ball once again acted as a kind of television into the mortal world.
Just as a picture was about to show itself, a good-humored Son Goku stretched his head around the corner and greeted the three.
Uranai Baba almost rolled over when she wanted to cover the ball with her body and something cracked ugly, which made her eyes widen painfully.
Startled Kaio ran towards Son Goku, he grabbed his arm and turned him from the two paths. "Son Goku? What do you want this here?"
"I was looking for you, Master Kaio," said the Saiyan and tried to look over his shoulder. However, he only saw Emma Daio whispering to Uranai Baba, there was no trace of the ball anywhere.
"If I disturb, I can wait too, Master Kaio."
"Yes, yes, wait very well my boy. We have important Kaio matters to clarify, go to Bananas and Gregor."Oh great!" The Saiyajin beamed and put two fingers on his forehead. "Take your time, master!"
In the mortal world, someone woke up with an unhealthy complexion. Instead of the rich emerald color that his breed usually was, this one was light green around the nose. Dozing off during his meditation, he had just awakened from a nightmare that he no longer wanted so quickly, never again best!
Piccolo grumbled and bowed his head and growled. "I already know why I don't want a family! I'd rather stay solo!"