This story is an alternate take on Kinomi's "Suspicions". I think everyone
should read that masterpiece before reading this story. You will understand
this one better. Also segments of this story will relate to my other fan
fiction, "A Tale Of Krillian's Past".
I don't own DBZ, Arika Toriyama does.
An Angry Father
There are only so many times a door can be slammed in your face before you have had enough. For me, it is eleven times in one week. This is the number of times it took before my temper got the best of me, and that is where it all started.
You might look at me and think I'm an easygoing guy, and really I am. But I do have my limits, and the consequences of me losing my temper are elevated by who I am and what I can do. I am Krillian, the world's strongest human. I have fought the legendary Super Sayian, Goku, since I was twelve years old. I have gone toe to toe with Piccolo, the eight foot Namek. I've starred the mighty Vegeta in the eye. I've squared off against the ruthless alien menace of Frieza. I've fought Androids, Cell, and Majin Buu to name some others. I'm no pushover.
And yet, there have always been two people who have got me wrapped around their fingers. My beautiful wife, 18, and our gorgeous daughter, Marron. I love them both more than anything in the world. So maybe that is why I have been taking so much from Marron lately. Just because she's turned seventeen and has her own car, and can leave when ever she wants doesn't mean she can cut my wife and I out of her life. I just want to know what is going on in her life, that's all. I don't want to pry. But she's been acting so strangely lately. So withdrawn from us, so moody, so rebellious, that it worries me terribly. We have had arguments, fights resulting in me punishing her, which only seems to be driving her further away. I keep trying to reconnect with her, to show her I care. And to this she slams a door in my face.
On the eleventh time that week, however, something happened. Causing a chain of events that I don't think any of us will soon forget.
I don't own DBZ, Arika Toriyama does.
An Angry Father
There are only so many times a door can be slammed in your face before you have had enough. For me, it is eleven times in one week. This is the number of times it took before my temper got the best of me, and that is where it all started.
You might look at me and think I'm an easygoing guy, and really I am. But I do have my limits, and the consequences of me losing my temper are elevated by who I am and what I can do. I am Krillian, the world's strongest human. I have fought the legendary Super Sayian, Goku, since I was twelve years old. I have gone toe to toe with Piccolo, the eight foot Namek. I've starred the mighty Vegeta in the eye. I've squared off against the ruthless alien menace of Frieza. I've fought Androids, Cell, and Majin Buu to name some others. I'm no pushover.
And yet, there have always been two people who have got me wrapped around their fingers. My beautiful wife, 18, and our gorgeous daughter, Marron. I love them both more than anything in the world. So maybe that is why I have been taking so much from Marron lately. Just because she's turned seventeen and has her own car, and can leave when ever she wants doesn't mean she can cut my wife and I out of her life. I just want to know what is going on in her life, that's all. I don't want to pry. But she's been acting so strangely lately. So withdrawn from us, so moody, so rebellious, that it worries me terribly. We have had arguments, fights resulting in me punishing her, which only seems to be driving her further away. I keep trying to reconnect with her, to show her I care. And to this she slams a door in my face.
On the eleventh time that week, however, something happened. Causing a chain of events that I don't think any of us will soon forget.