The KidVegeta Anthology/Deleted Stories/Dragon Ball: Short Story Project

In 2014 (I don't remember exactly what month or day), I came up with an idea - to create a collection of very short stories for Dragon Ball. This was influenced by a class I was taking at the time which was examining microfiction. I thought it would be cool to do the same with Dragon Ball. I spent months working on this story, preparing the story list, the character list, and whatnot. However, I never got this story to work, forcing me to abandon it.

One reason I abandoned it is that an idea I had - six word stories - would mean that I would end up with hundreds of Dragon Ball stories, greatly diluting my story collection and causing me to have a ridiculous amount of anthology page. I realized that quality was more important to me than quantity and this short story project, especially the very short stories (below 100 words) would be so easy to produce that keeping the quality at its highest would be too hard. I also didn't want to start another long story, since I had so many unfinished stories at the time (as of writing this anthology, I still have too many of those). So I just abandoned it.

I never wrote much for this story, though I did actually write several complete stories, which can be seen below. I also created the below description was going to be the Short Story Project page. I almost posted it - I had it on this wiki and everything, on a "create a new page" page, but decided against posting it at the last second. I saved the below description a word document, however, in case I ever changed my mind. The below story names in the headers do not have descriptions. I only ever created the story names with the intent of forming a story around them at a later point. I never got to that later point before abandoning this story.

I just wasn't passionate about this story. There were a small amount of story ideas that I was passionate about that came from this story, though. Some of them were re-purposed for Things Were Better Then or will appear in my 2016 as-of-yet-unnamed one-shot collection of 8 stories. But the original idea for this story was to literally have hundreds of stories on the page - the vast majority of them less than 100 words, and a few going up to 1000 words maximum. In the end, I didn't care enough about this story to create it. The quality vs quantity argument was a major reason for me ultimately giving up on this idea. To this day I'm glad I did. I wouldn't want to have to still be working on this story (if I had created it, there is no way it would be done yet). So this is one of those stories I am happy to have deleted. It's trimming the fat. It's keeping my sense of quality. The good ideas I've had in this collection will be (or have been) used in the future anyway.

Story
Dragon Ball SS, also known as Dragon Ball Short Stories, is a collection of flash fiction and micro-fiction stories. All of these stories are very short; none is longer than 750 words. I consider the "perfect" micro-fiction to be 6 words long (in homage to the most famous micro-fiction ever written), so many stories will be only 6 words long. Others will be a bit longer. Not all of these stories (particularly the very short ones) will have names.

List of Stories
All stories are 1 - 750 words long.

Character list
Goku Gohan Goten Vegeta Trunks Krillin Yamcha Tien Chiaotzu Yajirobe Uub Android 18

Mr. Satan Videl Mr. Buu Chi Chi Bulma Tights Roshi Kami Nail Pikkon Android 17 Andoid 16 Andoid 8 Tapion

Future Gohan Future Trunks Future Bulma King Kai Grand Kai Supreme Kai Old Kai Dende Mr. Popo Oolong Puar Turtle Alligator Bulla Marron Pan Tournament Announcer Tarble Gure Launch Grandpa Gohan Korin Cargo

Frieza Zarbon Dodoria Cui Ginyu Burter Jeice Recoome Guldo Salza Dore Neiz Appule Orlen Malaka Gichamu unnamed cui race commander Vegeta Nappa Raditz Bardock King Vegeta Zorn Paragus Broly General White General Blue Commander Red Tao Staff Officer Black Captain Yellow Colonel Violet Colonel Silver General Copper Ninja Murasaki Dr. Gero Dr. Gero's son King Piccolo Piano Drum Cymbal Tambourine Garlic Garlic Jr. Android 19 Android 20 Future Android 17 Future Android 18 Bojack Zangya Hoi Hirudegarn Bibidi Babidi Buu Abo Kado

Super Saiyan (story 1 seen above)
Namek is dying. It will not be long now. Even the light is fleeing this sinking ship.

Hate was coursing through Goku’s veins. He tried to suppress the alien feeling by thinking of his family and his friends, but the image of that smug Frieza kept overtaking them like a flame in the darkness. He did not want to hate Frieza, did not want give in to anger like that sad tyrant, but there was something tugging at him that Goku could not pull away from.

A Super Saiyan is the perfect warrior, free of morality and pain. The hate is natural; the compelled, ruthless warrior is the most lethal.

Goku sensed something coming up on him and spun around, breaking his flight. Coming towards him was a white-purple blast - Frieza’s final gambit. Goku gasped, shouted “You fool!”, and defended himself. A small yellow blast, a tiny fraction of his power, was all it took to stay the last gasp of a miserable creature.

Killing is cleansing. It rids the universe of filth. Frieza’s death will save trillions of lives. Evil does not deserve to live.

It was over in a sudden flash, a crater soon falling into the ocean and a vortex swallowing it up. Goku did not see where Frieza had gone. He turned around and flew off, searching for his own safety. He closed his eyes hard and thought back to his family, to Chi Chi and Gohan, to his friends, Piccolo, Tien, and… Krillin. Goku clenched his fists together and let the rage wash through him. He had never been this angry before, never wanted to kill someone so bad. Yet, he knew, he had not killed Frieza back there. He didn’t have it in him. Maybe Goku wasn’t the perfect warrior or very much like a Saiyan. But he wasn’t Frieza – he wouldn’t become like Frieza. That much he knew. With all his strength, Goku forgot the pitiful tyrant and thought only of his family as he raced to escape that burning world. It gave him strength he did not know he had.

Namek is dying. All that remains is a hollow echo of mortality and emotion, soon to be melded with the beating heartstrings of the universe itself. In the soundless void, an empire gasps and crumbles.

Sushi (story 2 seen above)
“What’s sushi?”

“It’s super tasty! Here, try some!” Ledas threw a small bit of rice and fish Tarble’s way. It hit the young prince directly in the face and splattered like an egg on a windshield.

“Ow! My leg!” Tarble screamed, falling over.

“Sorry, I just thought you’d be faster…” Ledas grinned, going scarlet and scratching his shoulder. He looked over at Vegeta, who shook his head and looked away, embarrassed. The poor Vegeta couldn’t stomach the sight of his family’s reputation going down in flames.

Ledas was sure to hand Tarble the next piece of sushi more slowly. He apologized to the too-slow prince and vowed never to do it again. Then, a Saiyan-like fire erupted in the boy’s eyes.

“Hey, I betcha I can eat more than you,” Ledas goaded Tarble. “Come on, whaddya say?!”

Tarble nibbled on the edge of one small piece of sushi, inspecting it with his taste buds. His eyes lit up large and pale. “A contest?”

“Yeah, let’s do it! Vegeta can be the referee!”

“I do not want to be the referee!” Vegeta roared in complaint.

Ledas’ face suddenly went very serious. “Vegeta, you hafta. Your brother really wants you to. He told me it’d make up for all the years of not talking to him.” Tarble probably hadn’t said any of that, but before Vegeta could complain again, Ledas turned to Mr. Satan’s servants cowering around the corner of the building. They had been hiding back there since watching the trio consume a meal that would have served a thousand people not ten minutes before. “You guys!” Ledas laughed and pointed. “Bring us all the sushi you have! We’re having a contest! It’s gonna be the best contest ever!”

The servants ran off in a panic. Who knows what those poor humans thought, seeing the Saiyans feasting. Maybe they thought it was a dream, a horrible nightmare they would soon wake from. Maybe they thought it was paradise from the lovely Mr. Satan. Regardless, the servants soon returned with plates and plates and plates of the finest sushi in all of Dragon World. Ledas and Tarble took their places, each behind a table packed to the brim with sushi, and Vegeta ahead of them, as serious as a walrus.

“Wait, you’ll need this,” Ledas said, before throwing a shiny silver whistle at Vegeta. This prince caught what was coming for him.

“This is ridiculous!” Vegeta whined.

“This is sushi,” Ledas reminded him.

With a sigh and a shake of the head, Vegeta blew the whistle. Then, the two Saiyans were off to the races, consuming sushi at a rate not seen since ever. Soon, a crowd of single women appeared and began screaming and cheering for each side. Many held posters showing their support for Ledas, but many others were chanting Tarble’s name. There was a little man with a mustache and sparkling suit wading through the crowds throwing confetti all around.

The two ate for many a minute before Vegeta finally blew his whistle again. In truth, there was no time limit, but Vegeta was getting quite annoyed with the spectacle going on around him. So the two Saiyans stopped eating sushi, the dust cleared, and the crowd gasped in unison (a burst of confetti punctuating their noise). Ledas had eaten half of his sushi. But Tarble had eaten his entire table of sushi. It was a sushi miracle.

“No way,” Ledas said, running over to Tarble. “How’d you eat it so fast?!”

“No offense, but you are a lot smaller than me,” Tarble stated.

Ledas was shocked. “And you’re a lot smaller than Vegeta, even though you two are supposed to be brothers! I bet Vegeta could eat the most sushi!”

Vegeta grumbled and folded his arms. “I will not take part in a sushi contest!”

“I’ll get Goku to be your opponent!” Ledas said, running off with glee.

“Kakarot?!” Vegeta’s eyes filled up with fear and surprise. “Stop! Get back here, Ledas! Do not tell Kakarot about this!”

Vegeta chased Ledas away as Tarble watched them. He was far too puny to run even a few feet after them. Instead, he turned around and started to eat the sushi still left on Ledas’ table.

“This stuff is pretty good,” he said to no one in particular. “I bet Gure would like to try a table of this stuff.”

Unnamed microfiction
His hair turns golden, his heart blackens.

"A Prince of what, exactly?" Zarbon asked to his mute companion. "The Saiyans are gone. You are just a shell of a dead kingdom."

It was a blue day, a beautiful summer morning before the heat had come on too strong and the birds were still singing. It was a beautiful day when that green monster appeared and took his daughter.

Raditz wondered if his father had loved Kakarot, had thought him a son worth caring about.

King Cold oft thought of his family, and when a voice inside his head would pose the question 'how much do I love Frieza and Cooler', he poured a glass of wine and thought no more.

Become Majin, or remain second best.

Black Prince, desperate heart.

When he looked and saw the baby amongst the burning flames and he knew.

Kakarot has not the stomach for Majin.

Vegeta wanted nothing more than to be the best.

His name was Kakarot, Bardock thought as he dissolved away.

He had to laugh. As it so happened, Zarbon did know something Frieza did not.

Bardock closed his eyes and felt the energy start to consume him. He thought