If I Could Fly
AN: Hey all! I was listening to a song called "If I Could Fly" by Above & Beyond, feat. Oceanlab and it made me think of this nice little short story to write. If you listen to the song while reading the story (the flying part, at least), it kind of enhances the mood. (Youtube that shiz.)
This will be a story made up of one-shots, once again, but some things in chapters may be referenced in others. They will basically cover moments in Trunks' and Pan's lives as they grow up and some moments will be when they get older. They will not necessarily be in any order, just as they come to mind. So sit back and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, DBGT or "If I Could Fly" by Above & Beyond feat. Oceanlab.
"If I could fly, see the world beneath me
Feel as though I'm set free
Oh, if I could fly."
….
Pan sat in the lush green grass as she watched Trunks whip around in the air above her. The warm summer day had prompted Bulma to throw a picnic for her family and his, once again bringing everyone together for good times. The whole idea of 'family bonding' was lost on the four year old, but she still enjoyed having everyone here together. She liked it when all of her friends were together, then they all smiled and laughed, which in turn made her smile and laugh.
Goten came to sit down in the grass next to his niece. It was hard for the nine year old to consider Pan his niece, seeing as how there was only a five year age difference between them. Uncles were supposed to be old men who doted upon their nieces every once in a while when they came to visit. Truthfully, he thought of her as a little sister since she was frequently hanging out with him and Trunks. He watched her large, dark brown eyes follow Trunks in amazement as he flew back and forth through the air, occasionally throwing in a flip or two.
He scooted himself over to pull Pan into a hug, resting her between his out-stretched legs, her small back against his small chest. She turned to look up at him.
"Goten, why can't I fwy like that? I'm a s-saiyan too. I wanna fwy!" She crossed her arms and began to pout, jealous that the boys could do something that she couldn't.
"Panny, you're only four. Trunks is ten, he has had tons of time to practice and get good at flying and stuff."
Pan poked her bottom lip out as she looked up at him. "But, but…but I wanna wearn now!" She began to whine as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. Goten didn't know what to do, he hated to see Pan upset and even more so when she was crying and making a scene. He tightened his grip on her, trying to comfort her in some small way. He was only nine, what else could he do?
"Pan, don't cry, one day you can fly like me and Trunks and then we'll go on adventures and we'll fly over the oceans, and go see Master Roshi on his island, and all kinds of stuff!" He kept trying to calm her but to no avail; she wasn't letting this go anytime soon.
Trunks looked down at the two from the air, he could hear Pan's voice, but couldn't make out what she was saying. Judging by the worried and slightly panicked look on Goten's face, and the way she gripped his pant legs, she was upset about something. He let himself fall out of the air and landed softly on the ground, making his way over to the girl and her uncle.
He stepped up behind her and leaned over, his head hovering slightly above and between Goten's and Pan's. "What's up Pan-Chan?"
Pan immediately let go of Goten's clothes and grasped onto the very bottom of Trunks' shorts. She looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. "I wanna fwy wike you, Trunks! I'm a saiyan wike you so that means I can fwy!"
Trunks looked down at the death grip she had on his shorts. "But Panny, you're too young. It takes a lot of concentration and energy to do it when you first try."
"I don't cawre! I am big and stwong wike you guys and I wanna fwyyyyyy!" Her voice was becoming louder by the moment.
Trunks sighed and continued to look down at her. 'Why does she want me to teach her? Why not Goten, or Gohan, or Goku, or Videl. Why ME?' He sighed for a second time and bent down to her level. Goten loosened his grip on his niece so that she could move closer to Trunks. Trunks placed his hands under her arms, picking her up off the ground, and stood back up. He positioned her so that he had one arm around her back, and another wrapped around her legs, holding her to him.
Goten stood up from the grass, curious as to what Trunks was going to do. It was not unusual for Trunks to hold Pan, he did it all the time, more so than Goten himself, but not when she was whining like this.
"Trunks, where are you going?" Goten started to follow Trunks as he made his way over to the patio where the adults were. Pan seemed just as confused, but didn't voice her thoughts; she was too busy working up more tears.
Bulma watched as her son walked towards the patio and couldn't help but smile. He was already a little heartthrob and Pan was his little princess. They were unusually close for her being such a young age. Trunks was just as, if not more protective of her than he was of his own sister. 'Aww, look how cute. He holds her so protectively and she just wraps those little arms around his neck as if it's the most natural thing in the world.' She smiled at the cuteness of it all.
Vegeta lifted his gaze from his own daughter, who resided in his lap for the time being, up to his son, who was carrying Kakarot's grand child in his arms. 'Ten years old and already bringing the girls home.' He smirked at his own little joke. In all honesty, he did not have a problem with Pan, in fact, he liked her quite a good amount. He admired the four year-old's spirit, the one he had seen at the martial arts tournament a few months before. Her determination to make something of herself made him proud to call her a saiyan. He knew the relationship between his son and the girl was a rare find and that it would not easily be broken.
Trunks walked past his parents and up to Gohan. He removed his arm from around Pan's back and tapped the man's shoulder, quickly replacing the removed arm. Gohan stopped shoveling food into his mouth to look down at the lavender-haired saiyan and saw that he had his only child in his little muscular arms. He smiled down at Trunks and ruffled his hair. "Hey kiddo, what are you doing with my little girl?"
Trunks shifted his hold on Pan just a little. "She wants to learn how to fly."
Pan moved her head closer to Trunks', pressing their cheeks together and looked up at her father with a pleading look on her face. "Pwease daddy?"
Gohan groaned. Four years old and she was already suckering him into getting what she wanted. Trunks stood there with a blank expression on his face, slightly nuzzling Pan's face as she pushed hers against his and waited to see if she would get her way. Videl moved closer to look at the two youngsters.
"Pan, honey, you're a little too young. Goten and Trunks didn't learn to fly until they were five and six. Maybe in a year or so, okay sweetie?"
Pan frowned, ready to cry. She wanted to be able to do what the others could, especially Trunks.
"But-but, Mommy!" She cried, drawing out her syllables, attracting attention to herself.
Trunks cringed as she screamed in his ear and subconsciously starting swaying his body, attempting to calm her like he did to Bra when she would bust out in tears.
"Shhhh, Panny it's okay. Don't cry." He clutched her body closer to his, making his sways a little more exaggerated.
Gohan couldn't help but notice Trunks' care for Pan as well as the position of their faces. He always handled her with such care, making sure she was happy and treated like a little doll. He held her as if she was going to break at any moment. "How about if Trunks takes you for a ride?" Gohan offered.
Trunks stopped his sways to turn around and look at Gohan, confusion evident in his young eyes. "What? Me take her for a ride." He lifted his deep blue eyes to the sky. "Up there?" Pan immediately stopped crying and looked at her father.
"Yeah, why not? As long as you promise to take care of her and not let her fall, you can take her for a short flight!" Gohan smiled at the two youngsters. Videl turned to Gohan. "Are you sure? He's only ten!" Gohan smiled at her as well. "Look at him, look at the way he is holding her. He won't let anything happen to her."
Trunks nodded his head quickly. "Yes, Gohan. I won't let anything at all happen to her! I'll keep her safe with me!"
"Alright, Trunks. Keep her safe, and don't go too fast!" Gohan smiled and nudged him with his hand, pushing him out towards the yard. Everyone had turned to see the show, wondering how Trunks was going to handle it. Pan seemed more than ecstatic, her shouts of joy making their way across the yard.
"Okay, Pan-Chan. Are you ready?" Trunks made sure his grip on her was firm and that there was no chance she would slip out.
Pan giggled in response. "Yeah! Wet's go Twunks!"
Trunks smiled at her. "Alright, in three… two… one!" He jumped up and took off into the air, making sure to keep his speed low.
Bulma was sure to get her two-cents in as they sped away. "You be careful with her Trunks!"
Surprisingly, Vegeta jumped in as well. "IF SHE COMES BACK WITH SO MUCH AS A SCRATCH, YOU'LL BE SORRY!"
Everyone laughed at his outburst. He wasn't even blood related to Pan in any way and, like Trunks, he showed a fierce protectiveness of her. Gohan smiled to himself. Glad that he wasn't the only one looking out for his pride and joy.
Pan squealed with delight as Trunks rose higher into the sky, bringing them close to the clouds. She looked down at the buildings and trees as they got smaller and smaller. She tightened her arms around his neck. Her cheek was pressed against his once more and it made him smile. If she had been any other girl, there was no way this would have happened. He would not be touching her, much less holding onto her and taking her for a ride in the sky. Other girls had cooties. But this was Pan-Chan; he had been at the hospital the day she was born and always close by since then.
"Twunks, this is so much fun!" Pan screamed. She was having way too much fun with something so simple. He gave her a small smile. "It sure is Panny!"
He continued to soar into the clouds, allowing the cool moisture to run across their faces.
"Panny, let go of my neck and spread your arms out, touch the clouds!"
"But what if fawl? I don't wanna fawl Twunks!" She held on tighter.
He pushed his face further into hers. "I won't let anything happen to you, I promise. I'll make sure something happens to me before it happens to you."
"Okay, Twunks. If you say sow…" She slowly unraveled her arms from around his neck and timidly held them out in front of her. She giggled when she felt the moisture pass along her hands which made him smile and rise higher into the clouds.
He continued their flight, allowing her to hold her arms out, as if she was directing the flight. He smiled down at her as he watched the amusement run across her face. Even he didn't understand why he was so close to her. Ever since she was little he felt a need to care for her, protect her. 'I hope it will always be that way.' He brought her up above the clouds, able to see a perfect view of the blue sky and the brightly burning sun. He closed his eyes and let the wind whip across his face as Pan continued to 'navigate' them across the sky. He felt a small smile come to his small, childish face as he listened to her coos of happiness.
After they were a good distance away, he stopped. "Are you ready to go back?"
"Yeah, I guess sow. I don't want mommy and daddy to worwy." She said thoughtfully.
He grinned. "Alright, hold on tight again, we're gonna go faster this time!" She giggled and brought her arms back around his skinny neck.
He took off and Pan screamed in delight once again as they flew back to Capsule Corp.
….
Goku watched as the two children came flying back. He smiled to himself, thinking of how close the two had become and how close it was making everyone in the two families become. Pan was always begging to see Trunks and Trunks to see Pan. The close connection had surprised everyone at first, but soon became the norm. He was glad to see that Gohan approved, he had always like Trunks, and the tyke was just as rambunctious and just as honorable as his father. Both father and son showed great favoritism towards his granddaughter and it brought him a sense of relief to know that if something were to happen to him, they would be there for her when he could not.
Trunks touched down on the lawn and allowed Pan to touch the ground as well. She went running straight towards her parents, yelling about how much fun the flight was and how she couldn't wait to learn it all on her own.
"And then we went up into the cwouwds and I could fewl the water on my hands!" She stuck her hands out in her father's face as if the water was still there to show him. He chuckled and ruffled her hair, placing a kiss on the crown of her head.
"It sounds like it was fun, sweetie."
Pan talked until she ran out of air and had to sit down for a breather. She began to pick at the grass as she saw a small caterpillar make its way towards her. It wasn't the first time she had seen one, but she was still completely amazed at the way it sauntered across objects and floors.
Goten soon came over to see what his little energizer bunny of a niece was giggling about. Upon seeing her discovery, he too joined her in the grass to watch the small show the caterpillar was making. Even Bra crawled off of Vegeta's lap to join them, sitting next to Pan and twisting her fingers in hers as she pointed to the small animal.
"Wook how small it is!" Bra giggled and moved forward, pulling Pan with her. "It's smaller than us! And we are pweety small compawred to everyone else!"
Trunks walked over to the table where his parents sat, the plate in his hand crammed full with food. He sat in the chair and placed the plate on the table, immediately digging in. Bulma leaned forward in her chair, placing her head in her hand as she rested her elbow on the table.
"So, baby, how was the flight? Did Pan like it?"
Trunks stopped in mid-chew to look up at his mom and smile, his mouth bulging from the food still held within it. "Yeawh, she shaid she wash havingsh fun and schtuff. She laughed and giggled and schtuff." He continued to chew and swallow the food, immediately shoveling more into his mouth.
"Well, I'm glad that you two had a good time together." She let a small knowing smirk cross her face. "You know, you sure do like to hold onto Pan an awful lot."
Trunks swallowed again. "Well, yeah, she's Pan. You know, my best friend besides Goten. I like having her around. When she gets older, I'm going to take her out with me and Goten when we go to the park and stuff and show her how to climb the monkey bars, and run up the slide, and jump off the swings!"
Bulma laughed as she watched him get excited over his future plans with Pan. 'Hopefully you will always be this caring and loving, Trunks.'
"Then I guess you would be excited if I told you Pan was staying the night tonight, as well as Goten, huh?"
Trunks' head shot up from his plate. "Really?"
"Yup. You guys are going to have a little movie night and slumber party." She smiled down at him.
"Oh man! This is awesome! I have to go tell Pan and Goten!" He jumped down from his chair, plate of food forgotten, and made a beeline for the yard, screaming in happiness the whole way. Bulma laughed as she heard the other three children's excited yells as Trunks delivered the good news to them. So easily amused are they.
….
They had set up camp in the living room. Their sleeping bags were all laid out in a row, Trunks' first, followed by Pan's with Goten on the other side of her and Bra taking up the end. The girls had scurried upstairs, with the help of Vegeta, to change while the boys grabbed snacks, with the help of Bulma. She had thrown a few bags of popcorn in the microwave for them and settled for watching the little food hoarders scavenge for more snacks while she waited for them to finish. She giggled a little as she watched Trunks throw a bag of gummy bears down to Goten as he floated at the level of the second shelf, followed by a large bag of marshmallows and a box of cookies.
"Don't forget the cheese crackers, Bra loves those!" Goten yelled up to Trunks.
Trunks' mouth formed a small 'O' and then smiled. "Oh yeah!" He shoved a box of pasta aside to dig for said crackers. He couldn't see everything in there so he turned his head to the side as he shoved his arm further into the pantry, sticking his tongue out the side of his mouth in the process.
"Find 'em yet?"
"Ugh, no. Hold on." He threw his hand around some more before he finally found the box. He lowered himself to the floor as he let out a triumphant, "Oh yeah!"
Bulma finished pouring the popcorn into the bowl and handed it to Trunks. "Here you go, sweetie. I'm trusting you to not stay up too late, only a few movies and then lights out, okay?"
Trunks groaned and nodded his head. "I guess; it's only seven o'clock though!" Goten joined in to the protest and gave out a small, "yeah" after Trunks made his point.
"Yes, but by the time you finish the movies it will be late and Pan and Bra need their beauty sleep, and you boys need to sleep as well to keep your strength up for sparring."
She leaned down and placed a kiss on Trunks' forehead and then moved to Goten's and repeated the process.
"Now, go enjoy your movies!"
Trunks and Goten grabbed their stash and ran out of the kitchen and into the living room with wide smiles on their faces. The girls had already come downstairs and were rummaging through the movie bins, looking for something to watch.
Bra tugged on Pan's little sleep shirt and held up a movie. "What abowt this one?"
Pan looked it over and frowned. "We have seen that one, like, a miwwion times! Wet's watch somefing we haven't seen in a while."
"No girly movies! Let's watch something cool!" Goten sat his food on the coffee table and ran over to the girls. "What all is in here? Oh, let's watch Space Jam!"
Bra scrunched her face up in disgust. "Ew, no! I wanna watch The Wittle Mermaid!"
Pan disputed again. "No way! That's way too girwy! Wet's watch Who Fwamed Roger Wabbit!" She faintly heard Trunks second her opinion in the background. "Even Twunks wants to too! What abouwt you, Gowten?"
Goten nodded his head in agreement. "I guess, it's not as good as Space Jam, but it's better than The Little Mermaid." He made his way back over to the table to dig into the snacks, disappointment already leaving his mind.
Bra stuck out her tongue and followed him, giving into them. She grabbed the box of crackers and sat in the middle of the sleeping bags.
"Hey, you're in my spot, that's my bag!" Goten moved to stand next to her.
"Sow? You can have it back when we go to sweep! I wanna sit here next to Pan for wight now!"
Goten sighed and sat down next to her. "Fine. Give me some crackers." He shoved his hand in the box.
Pan turned to Trunks, who was sitting in his respective place, on top of his own sleeping bag. "Can you hewlp me put in the movie, Twunks?"
He put down the bag of marshmallows and stood up. "Sure thing, Panny." Sometimes he forgot how small she was. The VCR was on a shelf within the entertainment center and she was too small to be able to reach it. He realized that if she knew how to fly, she could hover and do it by herself. He sighed, hopefully one day soon.
He bent down and wrapped his arms around her upper legs and stood back up, bringing her with him. "Alright. Just hit that button right there to turn it on." She poked one small finger out from her fist to lightly press the button, the VCR whined as it came to life. "Now just slide the movie in with that part that flips up first and the title to where you can read it." She slowly positioned the tape like he told her to. She turned her head to look back at him. "Wike this?" He nodded. "Yup, just like that." She pushed the tape in and listened to the VCR prepare to play it. Trunks slowly returned her to the ground.
She turned around and gave him a million watt smile. "Thanks, Twunks!" She hugged his legs tightly for a second and then half skipped, half jogged to her sleeping bag. He smiled and followed after her, wanting to get comfortable before the movie started.
….
It was ten o'clock before Bulma came down to see if the kids were still up. She quietly climbed down the stairs. As she neared the room, she could hear static on the television. Either they were asleep or they were ignoring the noise completely. She entered the room, but couldn't see much, the couch was blocking the view of their sleeping bags. As she moved to look over the couch, her heart melted at the sight before her.
Trunks was lying on his back, his arms splayed out above his head, bent at the elbows. Pan had rolled over on top of his left arm, her face smooshed into his upper arm as she slept on her stomach with her left hand gripping his shirt. Bra was cuddled up to Pan, lying in her side with her head right by hers, her hand holding onto Pan's right hand. Goten, liked Trunks, was lying on his back, but with his hand tangled in Bra's nightgown and his legs on top of hers.
This was definitely the time for a picture. She quickly moved over to the shelf where she kept her camera, wanting to take the picture before anyone moved. She turned the camera on and quickly took a few pictures from different angles, just to be sure. She returned the camera to its original position and gazed upon the scene before her. These kids were just too sweet. How many kids did you see get along this well? Especially this young and when two of them were brother and sister. She sighed. These children had made her the happiest she had ever been. Sure, Pan and Goten were not hers, but they made her children happy. She loved the way Trunks' eyes would light up when she told him Goten or Pan was coming over and Bra was always excited to see Pan. As far as she was concerned, they were hers through spirit, not blood. She already did and always would consider them family.
She jumped a little when Trunks made a slight sound in his sleep. She watched as he started moving around a little, trying to get comfortable. He reached out subconsciously, feeling for the source of weight on his other arm. Upon finding it, he moved closer towards it. Rolling over onto his left side he nudged his way over to Pan, nuzzling he head into hers and bringing his right arm to rest across her back.
Definitely time for one more picture before she headed up to bed.
….
Goten always was a gluttonous sort. So much so, that it often lead to trouble for him.
So when he was lightly jabbing Bra in the face to wake her up, it was no surprise that she groggily turned over and slapped his little nine-year old face. At the same time, she rolled off of Pan's left side to roll over on his right side, hand remaining on top of his still slightly stinging face. Her other hand still remained in Pan's, as it always did when they slept together. Goten groaned.
"Bra, get offfffffffffff." He whined.
Her only response was a deep breath mixed with a sigh, her hand warm from his breath running against it.
"Braaaaaaaaaaaaa! Come on, get off! I'm hungry!"
She mumbled something intelligible into his shoulder, still not moving. He leaned his ear closer to her face.
"What?"
She repeated the noise, but he still couldn't hear what the little demon depriving him of food was saying.
"Bra, I can't hear you, you're talking into my shoulder!" He shook his shoulder, jostling her head.
She groggily shot her head up, shoving her face close to his. "I said I don't wanna get up untiwl Pan gets up!" She semi-screamed in his face.
Goten looked over at Pan, amazed that she was still asleep after Bra's outburst. Trunks was already beginning to stir, opening his eyes to look down at the girl he was cuddled up to. He looked down at the spot under her mouth where she had been drooling, right above his elbow, and cringed.
"Ew. Gross." He used his other arm to place his hand under her head and hold it while he moved his arm out from under it and gently laid it back down. He looked over at Bra and Goten as he wiped the saliva on his blanket.
"Why are you guys so loud? It's too early to get up. Go back to sleep."
Goten frowned. "But I'm hung-" his stomach started rumbling, interrupting his speech and finishing it for him. He smiled up at him sheepishly. "Please?"
Bra backed away from Goten and curled up next to Pan once more, giving Goten a half-hearted glare. Trunks looked down at the girls and sighed. "Fine, but don't be loud, you'll wake them up."
Goten fist-pumped in a small victory celebration and raced off into the kitchen. Trunks returned to his position next to Pan, scooting close to her, but not really touching her, and drifted off to sleep once more.
It was a few hours later when Pan woke up, the sun coming through the large living room window. She nuzzled her face further into her pillow, letting out a groan as she wished she could go back to sleep. After lying there for a few more minutes she decided to get up, sleep wasn't returning to her. She pushed Trunks' arm off of her- It was pretty heavy for a ten year old's arm- and unlaced her fingers with Bra's. She stood up and groggily walked in the direction of the kitchen, intent on getting some Lucky Charms before the boys did.
She softly padded into the kitchen and rubbed her eye. Upon hearing the noise, Vegeta looked up from his plate at the little girl.
"What are you doing up, brat?"
"I wowke up, Veggie." She finished rubbing her eyes and looked up at him, her big brown eyes silently asking for breakfast.
He growled. "Can't you wait until I'm done? Then I'll get you a bowl of cereal or something." He shoved another fork full of ham and eggs into his mouth and watched as she shuffled over to his chair.
She just barely stood as tall as his lap in the chair he was sitting in. Raising her hand, she grabbed a handful of his pants and rested her chin on his thigh, staring up at him.
"But I'm hungwy now!" She scrunched her face up and started to form little tears in the corners of her eyes.
"Oh, for the love of god…" Vegeta groaned and muttered curses under his breath as he set his fork down. "What do you want?"
She smiled. "Ham and ewggs." She had completely forgot about those Lucky Charms she had set out for in the first place.
Vegeta scowled down at her. "This is all we had left here on my plate. Try again, brat."
She frowned. "I want ham and ewggs! Wet me have some of yours!" She reached her hand up as if she was going to somehow reach the fork and get them herself.
Vegeta went back to muttering curses again. Something about brats and accidentally locking them in the playroom during mealtimes. He looked down at her and instantly felt himself melt, unable to resist those big brown eyes. He picked her up by her underarms and set her on his lap. She squealed with happiness and reached for the fork. She stabbed a piece of ham and popped it in her mouth.
Vegeta watched as she ate and used the back of his hand to rub away the juice from the ham as it ran out of her mouth. He held onto her little torso as he sat there and watched her eat the remainder of his breakfast. 'Why… WHY can't I resist these little brats? When did I become so… so soft? A pushover!' He sighed and figured he could just blame it on his age. 'Good enough.'
…
It was later that day before Goten and Pan left. Goten had school the next day and Pan had preschool to attend. Bulma had packed all of their things and capsulated it for them, making sure they had everything their parents had left for them.
"Alright you two, be careful. Be sure you tell your moms to call me when you get home so I know nothing happened to you, okay?" She handed the capsule to Goten.
"Yes Miss Bulma." He placed the capsule in his pocket and turned to Pan. "Ready to go Panny?"
"Yeah, I gwuess sow." She turned back to Bra. They put their little arms around each other, sharing a small embrace. "Don't wowwy, Bra. We are gonna hang ouwt next week too!"
Bra let a huge childish grin cross her face. "Awright!" Bulma smiled at the heartwarming scene before her.
Pan turned her attention to Trunks. She ran over and jumped in the air to hug him. He caught her and brought her to his chest, pushing her little head under his. "I'll see you next week, Panny!"
"Awright, Twunks." She smiled and moved to get down.
Bulma intervened. "Don't forget to give her a little kiss goodbye, Trunks!" She smiled at the young love before her.
"I never do, mom." He leaned down and placed a small kiss on Pan's cheek before setting her on the ground. She ran over to Goten and let him pick her up. "See you guwys water!" Goten turned to wave before taking off into the sky, leaving the three standing in the yard waving to their retreating forms.
Trunks and Bra sighed, sad to see their friends go.
Bulma giggled. "Don't worry you two, they'll be back before you know it, and next week it will be good swimming weather!"
The two kids smiled at each other and took off across the yard towards the pool, curious to see how warm it was.
Bulma smiled at their childlike innocence, wishing they would always stay that way.
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Alright, there you have it, chapter one.
Let me know what you think, reviews are, once again, always appreciated!
I feel like there are not a lot of stories on here about the kids when they were younger, so I figured I could add a few to the small pile.
The final chapter for "Never Had A Friend Like Me" is on its way, should be here soon.
-Santeria Sienna