Midnight Moon
By pans-eevee2012
Midnight. I see a lot of this time of night these days. Especially since Goten was born. Its not because he can't sleep. It is because I can't. I'm constantly worried. Worried Cell will come back. Worried something might happen to Goten. It's been a full five years since dad died. Goten is four now and I have worried every night Cell would kill my little brother.
"Bubba?" I heard Goten's soft whisper behind me. I was sitting on the floor next to the window in the room we shared.
"Goten, go back to sleep. Momma will get you for being up this late."
"You are." Goten looked at me. He was four but he was still just like me. In actions. In looks, he's all dad. Of course he would point out the fact that I am awake. I remember when I was four. For a while I had a very spoiled life. But that changed. The day my uncle came to Earth.
"Goten, why are you up? Buddy, go to bed." I tried again.
"No. Not until you do." He stood there in his footed pajamas with his arms crossed. He had been hanging out with Trunks way too much. But I envied him. At least he had someone his age to hang out with.
How was I to get him to go to bed. I was awake because I did nothing but think, every night. He was a child. Mom would freak if she knew I was up, but her baby? Oh... that would not be good for me. I love my momma to death but she is one scary lady. It doesn't matter that she isn't a Super Saiyan. Shes still scarier than one.
I thought about reading him one of my textbooks. That would put me to sleep. But I decided against it. "How about I tell you a story?"
His eyes widened, "Really?"
I nodded. "If I tell you one, you have to be asleep by the time I finish. Okay?"
"No fun! No end!" He still didn't give big sentences.
I sighed. "Well, how about as soon as I am done, you have to be asleep. Okay?"
He nodded quickly. I sat on the edge of his bed, looking at his picture books, "Which one should I read you?"
He shook his head. "You tell. Those not good."
I was no good with making up stories. So to tease him I started, "A long time ago, there was a little prince. This prince was loved by all. But he wouldn't go to sleep so his big brother tickled him to death. The end."
"No good. Want good story."
"But I don't know any good ones."
"Make one up."
I sighed. "Fine. I will tell you about the Oozaru. Did mom ever tell you that you were born with a tail?"
His eyes got big, "Why it go?"
"We took it off silly. You see, Saiyans are unique. If we have tails, we transform. But only when there is a full moon. When daddy was little, his grandpa warned him not to look at the full moon because a monster would appear. And his grandpa was right. Because the Oozaru is a monster. He doesn't think, he just destroys everything.
If you or me still had our tails, momma probably would be scared to death. Because one could destroy Earth as a baby. That's why dad was sent here. But instead he saved it.
I saved us once too. By becoming an Oozaru. I don't remember it but dad told me. He said that they were getting beaten pretty badly by the Saiyans. And I still had my tail then. But Vegeta's tail got chopped off so he couldn't transform. So after this, I turned into the Oozaru. I was crushing everything. I didnt care and then when they cut off my tail, I tripped and landed on Vegeta, crushing him. I was only 5."
"You right, you stink at stories. Night." Goten said snuggling under the covers holding his teddy bear. I sighed. Tomorrow I would have to talk to mom about storytelling.
Ok its short and sweet but you get the point. Just a mini story between brothers. Might follow up with one later.