Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ or any of the characters that appear on the
show (though I wish I did!) I do own the characters, Syaoran, Gokan, Andy
and Sez however. I also don't own the song "It's not easy being me" by
David Gray.
Author's Note: This is my first DBZ fanfic so forgive me for this story. I've written a lot more on it but I want your opinion before I put the rest up. The rating is for later chapters.
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1 Here and Now
A DragonBall Z fanfiction
by sl_toocoolish
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As the large and now seemingly obsolete aircraft glided down into the still functioning airport, a pair of youthful eyes gazed at the city below him from the cockpit.
"So this is where my folks live then," he muttered to himself as he set about helping his adoptive father prepare for landing, "May as well sort myself out before I meet them."
"You all set to go then Syaoran?" the older man asked. Looking around him, the young man nodded his head.
''I think so Papa Bear." he replied, a sad smile on his face, ''I want to thank you for everything that you and Ma have done for me."
His father smiled and pulled the young man into a light hug, ''You don't have to thank me for anything Syaoran, just having you in our lives is thanks enough." at this he stepped back, "And when you see my cousin, tell her that."
"I will Papa bear. Thank you."
And with that Syaoran picked up his bag and walked up the stairs to the entrance to the university.
''I'm glad you've finally decided to do something with your brains." his father muttered as he turned and called a taxi back to the airport. Syaoran took a deep breath before he walked through the front door and was immediately assaulted by the crowds of younger students.
"Why did I decide to transfer?" Syaoran groaned as he gripped the strap of his bag tighter and walked up to the office desk.
"I'd like to pick up my schedule." he said to the lady behind the desk.
''Name?"
"Syaoran Briefs."
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''Trunks, will you leave your little sister alone." Bulma Briefs called out to her son who was bored and thought it fun to keep his sister up past her bedtime.
"Alright Mum." the young saiyan relented and sat in front of the T.V. quietly. Bra's wail broke Bulma's attention from her 9-year-old son to her 6-month-old daughter. Bulma sighed as she remembered how Trunks was never that loud at Bra's age, although she did have a different set of lungs on her.
''It's alright honey." she whispered soothingly as she patted Bra's back. It wasn't too long before the baby saiyan was fast asleep.
It wasn't 3 minutes before Vegeta waltzed through the door, sweat pouring off of him.
"You going to make me dinner woman, or am I going to have to go over to Chi- Chi's place again for a decent meal?"
"You should know by now how to cook a meal Vegeta, just take a pack out of the freezer and put it in the microwave." Bulma replied, trying not to laugh when Vegeta's face formed a scowl at the mention at the evil tyrant.
''Alright, fine! But you really should take lessons from Kakarotto's mate. She really knows how to cook for a Saiyan appetite." Vegeta replied before giving his son a pat on the head as walked into the kitchen. Bulma just shook her head as she sat down on the couch and closed her eyes. No, she wasn't going to cry. Not this year. She hadn't cried for ages on this day. Her eyelids filled with wonderful memories about a time that had long since been forgotten, but the painful ones that accompanied them weren't far behind.
Seeing her firstborn son being held in his father's arms, when he completed his first kata at the age of just 6 months when he was just able to walk and when he copied his father and made his first energy blast at just 1 year of age. But there was the one day her life was torn in two, she had to denounce the man that she loved and send their son to a place where he would never see them again or hear of their names for the love that Bulma and the man shared was now forbidden.
Tears formed in the corner of Bulma's eyes as she recalled the scene that sealed their family's fate...
The now 2-year-old Syaoran was bounding down the stairs to the main foyer of the Capsule Corporation when there was a knock at the door. He watched as his grandfather opened the door and a familiar head of hair popped in through the frame.
"Daddy!" he yelled as he launched himself at the large man, "I saw you on T.V. How could you let a weak woman like that beat you?"
His father smiled warmly at him before saying, "She was actually quite strong Syaoran, but I didn't want to hurt her."
"Why haven't you been back for 3 days dad? You could have flown home and we could have done some training!" he complained, his lip forming a pout. Just then Bulma stepped out of the kitchen where she had been talking to his Uncle Boxer and Aunty Silk.
"Oh, so you finally decided to make an appearance!" She yelled at the man standing there, a sad look on his face, "I hope you've had enough time to say goodbye to daddy Syaoran 'coz daddy can't be with us anymore."
Tears welled up in young Syaroran's eyes as he tried to comprehend what his mum had just said.
"You leaving us daddy?"
Bulma tried desperately to hide the tears that were welling up in her eyes. She could see that his face was filled with guilt and regret and that was enough for her to know that he realized that he had made a mistake, however it was one that could never be changed. She felt regret of her own as she took her son's hand, this was going to be the last time that they would all be together as a family. She knew that sending Syaoran away was the best answer, for the trio to be forgotten about. Besides, how could she explain him to the others?
As Bulma looked up at his face, it held no anger, only loss, pain and love as she said,
"I hope you remember this scene Goku, because this is the last time we're going to see our little wolf again."
Author's Note: This is my first DBZ fanfic so forgive me for this story. I've written a lot more on it but I want your opinion before I put the rest up. The rating is for later chapters.
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1 Here and Now
A DragonBall Z fanfiction
by sl_toocoolish
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As the large and now seemingly obsolete aircraft glided down into the still functioning airport, a pair of youthful eyes gazed at the city below him from the cockpit.
"So this is where my folks live then," he muttered to himself as he set about helping his adoptive father prepare for landing, "May as well sort myself out before I meet them."
"You all set to go then Syaoran?" the older man asked. Looking around him, the young man nodded his head.
''I think so Papa Bear." he replied, a sad smile on his face, ''I want to thank you for everything that you and Ma have done for me."
His father smiled and pulled the young man into a light hug, ''You don't have to thank me for anything Syaoran, just having you in our lives is thanks enough." at this he stepped back, "And when you see my cousin, tell her that."
"I will Papa bear. Thank you."
And with that Syaoran picked up his bag and walked up the stairs to the entrance to the university.
''I'm glad you've finally decided to do something with your brains." his father muttered as he turned and called a taxi back to the airport. Syaoran took a deep breath before he walked through the front door and was immediately assaulted by the crowds of younger students.
"Why did I decide to transfer?" Syaoran groaned as he gripped the strap of his bag tighter and walked up to the office desk.
"I'd like to pick up my schedule." he said to the lady behind the desk.
''Name?"
"Syaoran Briefs."
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''Trunks, will you leave your little sister alone." Bulma Briefs called out to her son who was bored and thought it fun to keep his sister up past her bedtime.
"Alright Mum." the young saiyan relented and sat in front of the T.V. quietly. Bra's wail broke Bulma's attention from her 9-year-old son to her 6-month-old daughter. Bulma sighed as she remembered how Trunks was never that loud at Bra's age, although she did have a different set of lungs on her.
''It's alright honey." she whispered soothingly as she patted Bra's back. It wasn't too long before the baby saiyan was fast asleep.
It wasn't 3 minutes before Vegeta waltzed through the door, sweat pouring off of him.
"You going to make me dinner woman, or am I going to have to go over to Chi- Chi's place again for a decent meal?"
"You should know by now how to cook a meal Vegeta, just take a pack out of the freezer and put it in the microwave." Bulma replied, trying not to laugh when Vegeta's face formed a scowl at the mention at the evil tyrant.
''Alright, fine! But you really should take lessons from Kakarotto's mate. She really knows how to cook for a Saiyan appetite." Vegeta replied before giving his son a pat on the head as walked into the kitchen. Bulma just shook her head as she sat down on the couch and closed her eyes. No, she wasn't going to cry. Not this year. She hadn't cried for ages on this day. Her eyelids filled with wonderful memories about a time that had long since been forgotten, but the painful ones that accompanied them weren't far behind.
Seeing her firstborn son being held in his father's arms, when he completed his first kata at the age of just 6 months when he was just able to walk and when he copied his father and made his first energy blast at just 1 year of age. But there was the one day her life was torn in two, she had to denounce the man that she loved and send their son to a place where he would never see them again or hear of their names for the love that Bulma and the man shared was now forbidden.
Tears formed in the corner of Bulma's eyes as she recalled the scene that sealed their family's fate...
The now 2-year-old Syaoran was bounding down the stairs to the main foyer of the Capsule Corporation when there was a knock at the door. He watched as his grandfather opened the door and a familiar head of hair popped in through the frame.
"Daddy!" he yelled as he launched himself at the large man, "I saw you on T.V. How could you let a weak woman like that beat you?"
His father smiled warmly at him before saying, "She was actually quite strong Syaoran, but I didn't want to hurt her."
"Why haven't you been back for 3 days dad? You could have flown home and we could have done some training!" he complained, his lip forming a pout. Just then Bulma stepped out of the kitchen where she had been talking to his Uncle Boxer and Aunty Silk.
"Oh, so you finally decided to make an appearance!" She yelled at the man standing there, a sad look on his face, "I hope you've had enough time to say goodbye to daddy Syaoran 'coz daddy can't be with us anymore."
Tears welled up in young Syaroran's eyes as he tried to comprehend what his mum had just said.
"You leaving us daddy?"
Bulma tried desperately to hide the tears that were welling up in her eyes. She could see that his face was filled with guilt and regret and that was enough for her to know that he realized that he had made a mistake, however it was one that could never be changed. She felt regret of her own as she took her son's hand, this was going to be the last time that they would all be together as a family. She knew that sending Syaoran away was the best answer, for the trio to be forgotten about. Besides, how could she explain him to the others?
As Bulma looked up at his face, it held no anger, only loss, pain and love as she said,
"I hope you remember this scene Goku, because this is the last time we're going to see our little wolf again."