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Title: Nasu
Plot, or Lack Thereof: Vegeta meets Yet Another Childhood Friend when she drops in with a few “friends” of her own.
Reason for Banishment: Weak characterization, borderline self-insert.  In the process of being rewritten into For Want.

“Ahh,” Trunks leaned back in the couch and channel surfed with one finger. “This is the life.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be studying?” Goten joked.

Trunks rolled his eyes. “Our moms know that we never study; the only reason they agreed to letting you come over was that they were making our dads go shopping with them instead.”

“When are they coming back, anyways?”

“Beats me,” Trunks shrugged.  “Last time they spent at least three hours in the clothing department even though they ended up buying absolutely nothing.”

“Yeah.” Goten remembered.  Those three hours had been the longest ones that he ever suffered.  “So we’ve got the house to ourselves for a while, then?”

“Yeah, until Videl brings Bra back at six,” Trunks turned off the television.  “Man, there’s nothing good on; even my math book is more interesting than this crap.”

“Then maybe I can make things more interesting for you.” Trunks and Goten jumped to their feet and looked up in alarm: Nasu was leaning casually against the entrance to the living room.

“How’d you get in here? I locked the door!”

Nasu shrugged.  “Locks don’t keep me out too well; and the front door isn’t the only entrance to this house.”

“From now on, if you want to come in, you will wait at the door and knock, understand?”

Nasu smirked.  “Chip off the old blockhead.”

Trunks narrowed his eyes. “I heard that.”

She straightened a bit and stretched.  “Then I suppose that means you’re not interested in sparring with me?”

“Sparring?” Goten raised an eyebrow.  “As in ‘fighting, but not seriously’?”

“You could say that.” Nasu smiled.  “So are you up to it?”

“Sure!” Goten grinned.


Nasu was rather impressed by the technology of the gravity chamber.

“Nice,” She murmured, examining its structure.  “So this thing can increase the gravity up to 300g?” Trunks nodded.  “Very nice.” She pressed a few buttons on the controls.  “Let’s start with something a little lower, say, 50 g?”

50 g?” Goten and Trunks stared at one another.  Before they could recover from their surprise, Nasu charged at them at an astonishing speed.  Because they were taken off guard and because they were overconfident, both teens were barely able to keep up with her.

“Dang!” Gasped Goten.  “She’s good!”

“No, duh!” Trunks gasped back.  “She’s a Saiyan warrior!”

“Giving up already?” Nasu teased.

“No way!” Trunks and Goten exclaimed, charging at her at the same time.  Working together, they landed a few hits on her, but they were taking most of the damage.

“Got any ideas besides ‘run around like crazy and hope we don’t get hit’?” Goten asked during the next lull.

Trunks shook his head.  “Not really.”

Goten sighed.  “Oh, great.”

“Actually, I might have an idea; remember what I told you before, about what happened with my sister?”

“Yeah, so?”

“Well,” Trunks whispered his plan into Goten’s ear.

Nasu waited, impatient, on the opposite side of the room.  “Are you two going to jabber for the rest of the day, or are you going to fight?”

“Sorry.” Goten and Trunks stepped forward and shifted into position.

Nasu straightened, but didn’t uncross her arms.  “I’m waiting.”

“Charge!” Goten shouted, charging at her.  Nasu dodged all of his attacks, but was forced to move into the center of the room.  When Trunks thought he saw his opportunity, he jumped at her from behind.  But Nasu guessed that Trunks would try a surprise attack and knocked Goten back, then swung around and executed a roundhouse kick.  When Trunks levitated higher to avoid the kick, Nasu also jumped, grabbed him, and threw him forward into Goten.

Both boys crashed against the wall.

“Nice sneak attack.” she complimented, landing with fluid grace.  “Too bad it didn’t work.”

“Oww.” Goten moaned.

“Next time, fight a little harder.  Sparring may be ‘for fun’, but it would have been even more fun if you actually take me seriously.” Nasu switched off the gravity and left before either boy could get up.


Piccolo watched the entire thing with alarm.

That does it! I’m going to find out for myself whether or not this girl is a threat.

He had been doing little more than observing because there had been no clear indication of the girl’s purpose.  But now he was certain that she was approximating her potential opponents’ strengths by engaging in ‘informal’ combat with them.  And since neither Vegeta nor Goku seemed to be willing to do anything about her, it would be up to the former guarding of the Earth to act.

Piccolo jumped off the platform and flew towards her.


Nasu studied the green-skinned being before her.  A Namekkian.  How very interesting.

“I don’t think we’ve met before.” She began.

“Cut the bullshit.” the Namekkian snapped.  “I’m not here to get acquainted with you.”

Nasu just kept smiling.  “Well, aren’t we in a good mood today?”

“I’ll be in an even better mood when you get off this planet.”


“You think I’m here for this planet? Ha!” Nasu laughed in a way that reminded Piccolo of Vegeta.  “I have no interest whatsoever in this planet.  I just happen to be here because my ‘beloved Prince’ is here.”

“That’s why you’ve been attacking everyone in the past week?”

“I haven’t been ‘attacking’ anyone.  I was just—”

“—sparring, ‘for fun’,” Piccolo finished for Nasu.  “Is that how you Saiyans greet one another?”

She made an approximate shrugging gesture.  “Not exactly.”

“Then what the hell are you doing here?” Piccolo pressed on, letting some more of his power show.

Nasu didn’t seem to be impressed.  “That’s none of your business; it’s something personal between me and Vegeta.  So stay out of it.” Before Piccolo could say anything else, Nasu left.

Oh, great. I can’t stand by and let her do whatever she wants, but if what she said was true, then Vegeta will not let me ‘intervene’. With great reluctance, Piccolo decided that he had no other choice than to wait for Nasu to make her first move.  At least he could depend on Goku to act if she turned out to be a real threat.  And maybe Vegeta, too.


Nasu sensed the distrust in the Namekkian’s voice and decided to keep a low profile for the rest of the day.  She didn’t even bother to spy on either Vegeta or Kakarot; she just alternated between food, light exercise, and rest.  By the next day, though, she was pretty sure that even the Namekkian had developed a ‘one eye open, one eye shut’ attitude towards her as Vegeta and Kakarot had, and that she was more free to do what she was planning to do.  But first, she would have make sure that she would succeed.  She took out her Scouter and pressed a few buttons.

“This is Nasu, calling Mother Ship.”

“This is Mother Ship,” A voice distorted by static came through.  “Go ahead.”

“I have investigated thoroughly and am pleased to report that the plan will succeed, if I can fight Vegeta alone.  But Kakarot and his elder son will definitely attempt to intervene, so I’ll need a little diversion to keep them busy when I challenge Vegeta.”

“Okay; the first detachment will arrive a month from now.  Until then, don’t do anything rash.”

“Acknowledged; Nasu out,” Nasu was about to take her Scouter off when it began to beep with urgency; five large dots and several smaller ones appeared on the viewer.

What the—? It can’t be! They couldn’t have discovered my plans already, could they? She rushed off to the where the dots were gathered and found herself heading towards Vegeta’s house.  Deciding that a little caution would be necessary, she extinguished her energy and approached by foot when the house became within sight.  Cautiously, she inched towards the back yard and peered around the corner.

And let out a mental sigh of relief when she saw that the group had just gathered to eat.

Bulma, Chi-Chi, and Videl were busy cooking; Gohan, with Pan on his shoulders, was helping the women; Goten and Trunks were in an animated discussion; and Vegeta—Nasu had to rub her eyes to make sure she wasn’t seeing things—was playing with Bra while Kakarot looked on.

“Higher, Daddy!” Bra squealed.  Vegeta smirked and tossed her into the air, causing her to shriek with delight.  “Higher!”

Nasu felt a lump rise in her throat; she forced it back down and shook her head.

What’s the matter with me? I don’t need to be getting sentimental right now!


Goten found himself tuning out as Trunks rambled on and on about Dende knows what.  He was barely able to still give Trunks the impression that he was listening while letting his eyes wander.

A movement caught his attention; Goten held up a hand, stopping Trunks in mid-sentence.


Goten didn’t reply.  He looked in the direction of the movement and saw Nasu shrinking back from the wall.

“Wait!” He called.  “It’s okay! You don’t have to hide!”

Nasu stopped and looked at him.

“Oh, hi, Nasu!” Goku also noticed her.  “Why don’t you join us? There’s plenty of food for everybody!”

“Well, only if you don’t eat as much as my husband!” Bulma joked.

“We can always cook more,” Chi-Chi suggested, although she didn’t seem to be entirely upbeat about that prospect.

“Come one over!” Videl urged.  “Don’t be shy!”

Hesitantly, Nasu stepped forward.  As she approached Vegeta, he tensed and held Bra closer to his side.

**What’s the matter?**” She asked him in Saiyain, their native tongue.  “**Think I’ll hurt her? I adore children, remember?**”

Vegeta just glared.

“Eh?” Goku blinked.

“Inside joke,” Nasu explained.

“Hamburgers, anyone?” Chi-Chi held up an enormous platter of meat.

“Me! Me!” Goku, Goten, and Trunks rushed forward in a frenzied grab.  When they got their fill, Vegeta picked Bra up and headed for the food as well.

“Don’t you want any, Nasu?” Goten, with his mouth full, extended a giant drumstick.

Nasu retreated.  “I’m not hungry.”

“You will be after you eat this! My mom’s a really good cook,” Goten offered the drumstick again.  “Come on! Just try some!”

“All right.” Nasu took the drumstick and took a small bite out of it.


“It’s pretty good.” Nasu finished the rest of the drumstick.  As she ate, Goten tried to make some small talk with her, but she made no reply.  When she was done, she turned to the women.  “Thank you for your hospitality, but I have to go now.”

“So soon?” Videl asked.

“Yes.” Nasu replied.

Goku seemed to be genuinely disappointed.  “Too bad.  See you later, then!”

“Later,” Nasu waved before leaving.


Damn it., why did things have to get so complicated all of a sudden? Nasu wondered as she tried to sleep that night.  Why can’t I do anything without dragging the others into this? The image of Bra being tossed into the air came to her again, and she found herself feeling a small twinge of guilt for the grief she would bring to Vegeta’s mate and children.  Nasu shook her head again.  It’s too late to think about that now; besides, casualties in a war are expected. She pushed the nagging thoughts to the back of her head and forced herself to sleep.


“Higher, Daddy!” Their daughter squealed, her tail lashing behind her.  Vegeta grinned and tossed her into the air, causing her to squeal in delight.  “Higher!”

“Tsk, tsk,” Nasu crossed her arms, but couldn’t help smiling.  “You spoil her, Vegeta.” She took Bra from him and bit his chin.

“I spoil you more,” Vegeta replied, biting her nose.

The child screamed as a tremendous explosion blew up the house behind them.

“What—?” Nasu exclaimed.  Her anger turned into shock when she saw the figure that emerged from the dust.

“Oops, it looks like I missed.  But I won’t next time.” The figure’s energy began to rise; a ball of light formed in its outstretched palm.

Nasu could only stare as the energy came at her.

“No!” Vegeta stepped in front of Nasu and turned Super Saiyan.  He succeeded in stopping the blast, but just for a short moment.

“Daddy!” The child screamed as the blast disintegrated Vegeta’s body.


Nasu sat up with a start, sweat dripping and breaths heaving.
“Get a hold of yourself!” she murmured, placing her head between her hands.  “It was just a dream.” She closed her eyes and took a few deep breaths.  “Just a dream.”

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