Trunks POV
One last paper… and I'll be done. It's relatively early… about eleven o'clock. I usually wouldn't finish signing these damn papers until past midnight.
I got up to look about the building to find… that as usual, I was the last person there. I didn't want to bother the chauffer. I wanted to fly home. Normally, I'd just go through my office window, but since I was caught playing hooky, it was barred.
I reached the roof of the building and sighed. Even on those days that I get off early, I still get really tired. I blasted off and headed for home. I decided that it was about time to take that long deserved vacation.
About ten minutes later I was home. My mom's and Vegeta's kis were a little higher than I expected them to be. I blushed, not wanting to think about what they were doing. It's kind of sad; I'm thirty-seven years old and THAT is all it takes to make me blush. Sad, I thought, heading to my room.
On my way there, I noticed that Bra's door was slightly open. I peeked in and saw that she was not alone. And who would be with her other than my own, very best friend, Goten. They were watching a movie from her bed… at least they both still had on their clothes. I shook my head and walked away, preferring to go unnoticed. It was almost funny, but… he was a little too old for her. I mean, isn't that called robbing the cradle? I shook my head. I would just let them be.
I hadn't even been asleep for an hour when I was awakened by a nightmare. I gave a start, sitting straight up in bed. My body and sheets were drenched in sweat. I had been having those sort of dreams lately… the kind that terrify you, and that you can't even remember what they're about when you wake. I hate that kind of dream. It usually means something bad is going to happen.
What could happen, though, really? The Z fighters are still around… Hell, I am one. It's kind of crazy that some of the strongest fighters in the universe happen to live on a planet that is populated by some of the weakest sentients alive.
As hard as I try, though, I can't shake that sense of foreboding. I have to talk to some one… or… I could just bury myself in work for a couple of weeks, forgetting my vacation, and try to forget about the dreams. I decided on the latter course of action. After all, who would understand?
Pan POV-Next Day
That insolent jerk! That scum-sucking maggot! That wallower-in-ox-dung! What was that bakayaro (asshole) thinking? He should have known better than to cheat on a Saiyajin! I have never felt so enraged in my life! I felt such an urge to kill… He was lucky, so lucky. If not for my thrice- be-damned human side, he would be dead at this very moment. As it is I still feel the intense urge to destroy…
I throw a ki blast at a nearby mountain. The top was nearly blasted off, but I'm too pissed to care. An enraged howl escaped my throat as I virtually destroyed another mountain. That fucking bastard! I'll kill you!
Rather suddenly, an intense pain shot through my body from the base of my spine. The pain was so intense that I fell to the ground, sobbing pitifully.
After the pain subsided, I rubbed my behind. It was so sore. I gasped in shock as my hand slipped across something furry. I looked behind me and saw, swinging in all of its glory, a lovely, purple-hued, black tail. I reached back and touched it, wonderingly. It was beautiful. I suddenly realized that I didn't feel enraged anymore… Maybe there's something therapeutic about having a tail.
I obviously had no clue as to why I would suddenly have a tail, so I decided to go ask someone who might know. Vegeta was too mean for me to ask, and I didn't think that my dad would know, so I made my decision. I would ask Trunks, who, at this time, would probably still be at work. It was only eight thirty. I blasted off, heading in the direction of Capsule Corps.
One last paper… and I'll be done. It's relatively early… about eleven o'clock. I usually wouldn't finish signing these damn papers until past midnight.
I got up to look about the building to find… that as usual, I was the last person there. I didn't want to bother the chauffer. I wanted to fly home. Normally, I'd just go through my office window, but since I was caught playing hooky, it was barred.
I reached the roof of the building and sighed. Even on those days that I get off early, I still get really tired. I blasted off and headed for home. I decided that it was about time to take that long deserved vacation.
About ten minutes later I was home. My mom's and Vegeta's kis were a little higher than I expected them to be. I blushed, not wanting to think about what they were doing. It's kind of sad; I'm thirty-seven years old and THAT is all it takes to make me blush. Sad, I thought, heading to my room.
On my way there, I noticed that Bra's door was slightly open. I peeked in and saw that she was not alone. And who would be with her other than my own, very best friend, Goten. They were watching a movie from her bed… at least they both still had on their clothes. I shook my head and walked away, preferring to go unnoticed. It was almost funny, but… he was a little too old for her. I mean, isn't that called robbing the cradle? I shook my head. I would just let them be.
I hadn't even been asleep for an hour when I was awakened by a nightmare. I gave a start, sitting straight up in bed. My body and sheets were drenched in sweat. I had been having those sort of dreams lately… the kind that terrify you, and that you can't even remember what they're about when you wake. I hate that kind of dream. It usually means something bad is going to happen.
What could happen, though, really? The Z fighters are still around… Hell, I am one. It's kind of crazy that some of the strongest fighters in the universe happen to live on a planet that is populated by some of the weakest sentients alive.
As hard as I try, though, I can't shake that sense of foreboding. I have to talk to some one… or… I could just bury myself in work for a couple of weeks, forgetting my vacation, and try to forget about the dreams. I decided on the latter course of action. After all, who would understand?
Pan POV-Next Day
That insolent jerk! That scum-sucking maggot! That wallower-in-ox-dung! What was that bakayaro (asshole) thinking? He should have known better than to cheat on a Saiyajin! I have never felt so enraged in my life! I felt such an urge to kill… He was lucky, so lucky. If not for my thrice- be-damned human side, he would be dead at this very moment. As it is I still feel the intense urge to destroy…
I throw a ki blast at a nearby mountain. The top was nearly blasted off, but I'm too pissed to care. An enraged howl escaped my throat as I virtually destroyed another mountain. That fucking bastard! I'll kill you!
Rather suddenly, an intense pain shot through my body from the base of my spine. The pain was so intense that I fell to the ground, sobbing pitifully.
After the pain subsided, I rubbed my behind. It was so sore. I gasped in shock as my hand slipped across something furry. I looked behind me and saw, swinging in all of its glory, a lovely, purple-hued, black tail. I reached back and touched it, wonderingly. It was beautiful. I suddenly realized that I didn't feel enraged anymore… Maybe there's something therapeutic about having a tail.
I obviously had no clue as to why I would suddenly have a tail, so I decided to go ask someone who might know. Vegeta was too mean for me to ask, and I didn't think that my dad would know, so I made my decision. I would ask Trunks, who, at this time, would probably still be at work. It was only eight thirty. I blasted off, heading in the direction of Capsule Corps.