Disclaimer: I did not create DBZ or Star Trek or Q and I’m not making any money off of this. Notes: This first part is just me introducing Vegeta and the gang to Q and his son. I promise the next chapter will have more action in it.

Dragonball Q

By: L.A. Whitfield

Chapter 1: Introductions

Little Q slowly opened his eyes and looked around in wonder. They were standing deep within a lush green forest and birds were chirping all around them. There was a gentle breeze and the air smelled like pine. The only thing wrong though, was that things didn’t look like they had in the TV. He looked up at his father questionably squinting his eyes. Q was admiring his work.

“Hmm, not bad at all.” He mumbled to himself.

“Daddy, how come it looks different from what I saw on the TV?” Little Q asked confused drawing his father’s attention. Q knelt down next to his son and stroked his hair.

“I made it the way you wanted it to appear son. This is real now, not just artwork. Don’t worry, soon, you will be able to control your powers like your mom and I do, to where you can create things like this yourself.” He said looking up at all the trees.

“Well, what do you think? Do you like it here?” Little Q looked around at his surroundings again and nodded his head excitedly.

“Oh yeah! This is great! It’s really pretty here!” He said giving him a big hug around his leg. Suddenly he pulled back from his father and shouted.

“Hey! Can I go see Trunks and Goten?!” He begged giving him those adorable, cute little puppy dog eyes that Q, just couldn’t turn down.

Little Q knew every Dragonball, Dragonball Z and Dragonball GT episode by heart because within that short period of time they had been there at that house, he had watched and imprinted every DBZ episode into his mind by simply wishing it.

Without even trying, Q also knew every episode of the series by heart because in order to create this world for little Q, he had to read his son’s mind.

“I don’t know... I’ve heard those two get themselves into a lot of trouble, and your mother wouldn’t be too happy if she found out you played with a bunch of trouble makers.” He said giving little Q a mischievous wink. Little Q laughed and crossed his arms.

“Yeah, but mommy says your a trouble maker and I play with you all the time! Come one, Pleaseeee? I promise not to cause any trouble!” He begged again jumping up and down.

Q scratched his chin and pretended to consider this for a moment. He looked back down at little Q as little Q pouted back up at him. He looked so adorable and innocent he just couldn’t say no.

“Oh I suppose so. I guess I could do that.” She exclaimed raising his arms up in the air exasperatingly. As soon as he said this, little Q shouted in triumph and nearly knocked his father over, hugging him.

“YES! Thank you daddy! Your the coolest dad in the world!” Little Q screamed squeezing his leg so hard he nearly cut of his circulation. Q winced shaking his leg gently.

“So little Q, what are you going to tell them when you meet them?” Q asked his son, prying his little hands loss. Little Q lowered his head a little and thought about it. A few seconds later he looked back up at his dad with a twinkle in his eyes.

“I’m going to tell them, hello!” Q busted out laughing. Once again, little Q grabbed his father’s hand and with another dramatic snap of his fingers, disappeared with his son in tow.

This time, little Q didn’t even have time to blink. He looked around and squealed delightfully at the rather large gathering of people. They were now standing outside of Capsule Corps and it appeared Bulma was throwing a company picnic. A few people near by glanced at them curiously and then went about their own business like the condescending trolls that they were.

“Wow! This is so cool!” Little Q shouted looking around wide eyed. “I wonder where Goten and Trunks are?” Q shook his head in amazement. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been as enthused about anything.

Q let go of his son’s hand and scanned for the two in question. He quickly spotted them playing together in a play ground. He nudged little Q and pointed to the spot.

“Is that them?” Q asked even though he knew full well that it was.

Little Q looked hard and squealed again. Trunks and Goten were swinging on the monkey bars, talking to each other.

“Yup! That’s them! See you later!” He shouted running off. Q sighed and watched his son run up to the two. Goten and Trunks hit it off right away with little Q and they began to play together.

Well, now he went and did it. He was going to be stuck here for a while so, he might as well make the most of it. He looked around bored until his eyes stopped on a rather odd looking man with spiky hair, standing in front of a BBQ pit wearing a apron with the words, KISS THE COOK embroidered in it.

“Hmmm, this could be interesting.” He said snapping his fingers. He instantly reappeared by the mans side. The man didn’t see Q until he was tapped on the shoulder. He turned around and eyed Q suspiciously.

“Who are you?” He asked rather rudely. Q raised his eye brows and smirked.

“Oh just one of Bulma’s employee’s.” Q said casually reaching down and grabbing a piece of chicken from the pit Vegeta growled and slammed the lid shut on the pit before Q could grab another piece.

Q laughed and sniffed the chicken. “Ew, too well done.” He said disgusted tossing it aside. Vegeta was instantly insulted.

“WHAT?! HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY COOKING YOU...” He couldn’t finish because a woman’s voice cut him off.

“Vegeta! I told you NOT to threaten any of my guests!” She screamed picking up a fork and slapping his hand. Vegeta’s eyes bulged and he had to force himself not to snap back at her. Bulma then turned to Q and smiled brightly.

“Hmmm, not bad looking but I don’t recognize you sir. What’s your name?” Bulma asked taking Q’s arm and leading him away from Vegeta. Q smirked back at Vegeta as Bulma lead him away. Vegeta growled softly.

“Oh don’t worry about Vegeta Mr...?”

“Q!” Q said taking Bulma’s hand and kissing it. Bulma giggled and covered her mouth with her other hand.

“Why Mr. Q, you are certainly a gentlemen.” Bulma laughed. Q smiled, squeezed her hand and slowly released it. She reminded him of Vash with that laugh but then they both heard it, Vegeta’s growl. Vegeta was staring at them, the veins in his head bulging out very much like Warfs when he got angry.

“Your husband?” Q asked innocently looking at Vegeta. Bulma sighed and shook her head with embarrassment.

“Yes, and I’m sorry about his behavior but don’t worry about him. If he try’s anything, Goku will stop him.” She explained leading him to a table where another Saiyan sat with his feet propped up on another chair and his eyes shut, snoring softly.

“I want to introduce you to a very good friend of mine.” Bulma said stopping in front of the man. She had to nudge him to wake him up.

Goku had been drifting off to sleep with drool running out of his mouth when she jabbed him in the ribs. “Hm, what? Is it ready to eat yet Chichi?” He moaned blinking and looking around confused.

“Goku, I’d like you to meet some one.” Goku rubbed his eyes and looked up at his life long friend and then at Q curiously. Q held his hand out like a good Samaritan for a hand shake. Goku pushed his chair back and stood up grabbing Q’s hand .

“Um, nice to meet you er um...” Goku stammered looking at Bulma for an answer.

“Goku, I’d like you to meet Mr. Q, and Mr. Q, I’d like you to meet Son Goku. And that is his lovely wife Chichi right over there, setting the table.” Bulma said pointing to Chichi two tables down. Q smiled and shook Goku’s hand.

“Please call me Q.” Q said graciously.

Goku had never seen the man before in his life but if he was a friend of Bulma’s, then he was good, but there was something odd about the man that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. His ki felt strange and his hand shake was very powerful.

“Pleasure to meet you.” Goku strained gripping his hand a little tighter to match his strength. Q smiled politely and let go, not wanting to start anything just yet. Goku rubbed his hand and stared at him. Bulma noticed this and frowned.

“Goku! Get you lazy butt over here!” Chichi suddenly screamed from across the picnic table staring down at a half empty container of potatoe salad that Goku had accidentally eaten earlier. Goku cringed and turned to look at her. She had her arms on her hips and her foot tapping.

“Um, yeah Chichi, I’ll be right there!” Goku said rubing the back of his head then looked back at Q. “Nice meeting you, Q.”

“A pleasure.” Q responded. Bulma laughed and began pulling Q some where else. He was getting tired of being dragged around like a pet. Just then, Goten, Trunks and little Q came running up to him.

Q groaned to himself. Great, now he had to entertain a bunch of human children. “Daddy!” Little Q squealed running up to his father and hugging his leg. Q patted his son’s head. Little Q smiled at his two new friends.

“This is my daddy! Isn’t he great!” Goten and Trunks both waved at Q.

“Hi Mr Q!”

Hi! Ya’ll have cool names!” Goten blurted. Q sighed inwardly but smiled just to make his son happy. He bend down and patted Goten’s spiky head.

“And I love your hair. Tell me, who does it? I might fix mine up like that some time.” Q asked in a slightly sarcastic tone. Goten, Trunks, and little Q burst out laughing.

“Daddy, I don’t think you would look very good with your hair up like that!” Little Q said laughing.

“Ah that’s the way both of our hair is naturally.” Trunks explained slapping his Goten’s shoulder just hard enough to knock him over.

“Hey!” Goten laughed laying on the ground and rubbing his shoulder.

Trunks jumped on top of Goten and began wrestling with him. While the two wrestled on the ground, little Q grinned up at his father and then burst out laughing again because his hair was up like a Saiyans. Little Q stuck his tongue out in disapproval so Q snapped his fingers and his hair returned back to normal.

Just then Bulma announced on a speaker that diner was ready. Of course Goku zipped straight to the front of the line, being the first one there. Unfortunately for Vegeta, he was stuck serving sausage and he wasn’t very happy to be serving Goku.

“Hey Vegeta! Nice apron!” Goku said holding out his plate to Vegeta. Vegeta’s face flushed bright red as he growled at the other Saiyan. He slapped a piece of sausage onto Goku’s plate, nearly knocking it out of the taller Saiyan’s hand.

Q smirked, amused. Just watching the man was entertainment enough. Right then and there he decided that Vegeta was his next Warf of this world. Just like Warf, he looked like he had something constantly stuck up his....

“Mr Q!” Bulma said breaking his train of thought. “Come eat!” She said grabbing his arm and leading him to the line.

With irritation, Q thought about just snapping his fingers and turning her into a toad but that would probably ruin things for his son, and he couldn’t let that happen. So, he allowed himself to be dragged by this annoying creature to the line.

Little Q thought this was hilarious and giggled at his fathers side because Bulma was acting just like his mother.

*Hehe... Very funny...* Q thought to his son. Just then, Goten and Trunks grabbed little Q and dragged him off to stand in the line for all the kids. Q wondered how long he was going to have to put up with this.