Hello!

So...it's been awhile...like a long, long while since I've even tried to write a story. But lately I've been getting inspired so here's my second shot at writing

I have written Fanfics before and posted them. I've written Children, which is a GohanXPiccolo bit, I've actually finished the story in my notebook but unfortunately forget username and password to that account. I also don't use that email anymore so I had to create a whole new account. But if you have ever read any of my old stuff that's why some things sound familiar in here. I am wanting to revise some of my old stuff and post on here.

Here's my go at a "Brief family raise the Sons fic"

After loosing their father, mother and his sister running away, Gohan barley knows what to do anymore. Being forced to live with the proud 'Prince of all Syains' didn't help ease his pain. With the help of his friends and family Gohan learned how to love life like his father did.

I am not great at grammar or spelling! Please just bare with me! Any help or feedback would be greatly appreciated but please no negativity. It doesn't hurt me, it just wastes your time.

Please read and review! Can't wait to hear your thoughts!

I Don't Own Dragon Ball Z

11 almost 12 year old, Gohan sat on the floor of the nursery, looking through the wooden bars of the Trunk's crib, where his baby brother now lay soundly sleeping. Goten looked so much like their father Goku that it was almost painful to look at him, but Gohan stared anyway. He would always keep a watchful eye over his little brother since both his parents were now gone and their older sister had abandoned them. They only had each other now. Silently Gohan lifted his hand and reach through the bars of the crib, softly stroking his brothers back with his fingers.

From the crack of the door tall, blue hair, Bulma, watched the big brother take care of his little brother. Her blue eyes filled with tears and she still couldn't believe what had happened. Anabel had disappeared seconds after Chi-Chi was pronounced dead leaving her brothers to fight for themselves. Once Chi-Chi passed in the hospital, Gohan had took the newborn baby and ran. Sensing Gohan was in distress, Piccolo found the boys back at the Son household and brought them here to Capsule Corp. Still no one knew where Anabel was, no one could even sense her energy.

Slowly she took the handkerchief in her hands and wiped her tears, turning away from the door and walking down the hall to the living room. Her own son, Trunks, sat on the floor, playing with toy trucks, babbling to himself like any happy baby would. She couldn't help but smile at him. But in the back of her mind she knew it wasn't fair. Trunks would grow up a happy, baby with both his mother and his stubborn father. But Gohan had never had it that easy. Both Gohan and Anabel had lost Goku at such a young age the first time. Then when they finally got him back, they didn't have much time to enjoy his presence between the ciaos the world was in. Chi-Chi loved Gohan unconditionally, always pushing him to be the best weather is was in school or his training. Chi-Chi didn't mind Anabel as much.

Anabel was conceived the night of Goku's and Chi-Chi's wedding before Goku really even understood what marriage was, or what being a father was. Even though Goku quickly learned what marriage was, waking up to Chi-Chi every day, helping her maintain the house and put food on the table. He also learned quickly enough what being a father was, when tiny Anabel entered his world. Bulma always believed that Chi-Chi gave Anabel such a hard time because she and Goku were just barley adults when they had her. Neither of them knew what they were doing, they weren't ready for her to enter their lives. Gohan was different, they had planned for him and were better prepared to raise him. Just because Chi-Chi resented her first born, didn't mean Goku did. He loved his daughter just as much as he loved his son. But the cruel world took him away from them when they were too young. Now poor Goten. Didn't even get to meet his father and his mother only lived long enough to hold him for a few minutes and kiss his forehead. It wasn't fair for these half Syains.

In the living room three men stood, ignoring the happy baby's babbles. When Bulma entered short Krillian turned to her, his face stern knowing he had to keep it together for his best friends family. "How is he, Bulma?"

Slowly she shook her head. "He hasn't said a word…Gosh, Goten looks just like Goku did when he was a kid doesn't he, Krillian?" She mused sadly, thinking about the wild, crazy haired boy she had met so long ago on her first dragon ball hunt when she was about 15 or 16.

Krillian frowned and nodded. "Yeah…he dose."

"Golan's grief is not healthy," Piccolo mumbled as he stared out the giant wall sized window.

Bulma glared at him. "He's a young boy, Piccolo! He has just lost both his mother and father and now his sisters missing! The grief he's feeling is healthy-"

"No," Piccolo interrupted her. "I can feel him blaming himself. He blames himself for not killing Cell when he had the chance the first time and letting Goku die trying to destroy him, himself. He's blaming himself for his mother's grief that caused her death. In his mind he believes he and Goten are a burden to Anabel and the future she wants. He believes that's why she ran away."

"The girl ran away because she's scared," Vegeta sneered, suddenly. "Instead of facing her family and stepping up like an adult she fled like a child. Weak girl."

Krillian looked up sadly. "But she's still just a 13 year old girl. She's always got the short end of the stick and now she's been dumped with the responsibility with caring for her brothers completely. That's enough to scare anyone away."

"But Gohan needs her sister. Where could she have gone? None of you can figure out?" Bulma cried starring around out the 3 men. Krillian looked at the floor in shame. Vegeta glared at his woman and Piccolo looked out of the window examining the sky.

"Anabel's suppressing her energy that means she doesn't want to be found." Piccolo said slowly.

Bulma shook her head. "Chichi never treated her well but she was still her mother I know she must be grieving. But so are her brothers! They need her here. I'm not asking her to take on the responsibility of rising her brothers," Bulma stated. "The kids can stay here as long as they want. I'll even adopt them if they want me to. But she just needs to be here. I worry about her being all alone."

"If the kid doesn't want to be found then there's nothing we can do, woman," Vegeta stated. "The other two are going to have to just learn how to deal without her." The idea of Kakarot's kids staying here infuriated him. That boy was stronger than him and didn't even realize it and the girl matched himself in strength. He didn't want to image how strong this new boy would be when he grew up. He only hoped his own son would be stronger than all of them. But in the back of his head he knew he couldn't just throw these half- Syains to the street. They were his own kind. They were his own blood. If he ever had hope of the Syian race becoming powerful once again, he couldn't abandon these warriors.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and there was a knock at the door. Bulma turned around, wiping her eyes one more time to make sure no tears were there. "I wonder who that could be." Before walking down that hall she swooped down, grabbing playful Trunks who squealed in delight.

The three men followed the blue haired woman to the door. They didn't want to admit that deep down they all hoped it would be Anabel standing there. Their hope was quickly destroyed when Bulma pulled the door open and an old, fat man stood there. He was short, his dark brown hair thinning on top but he combed it over to make it look fuller, he wore dark sunglasses, big heavy metal rings on his fat fingers and an outdated suit and cane. He looked like he went to the costume store and picked out a costume of a mobster he saw on TV.

Bulma blinked. "Can I...help you?"

"Yes, you can there, darling. I'm looking for a girl you see, she ran away on me." He smiled a gold front tooth shining, his voice sounded like he was trying too hard to sound Italian.

Vegeta stiffened defensive when he called her "darling". The three warriors shifted out of sight of the door so the man couldn't see them as they ease dropped on the conversation.

"Oh...your daughter?"

He shrugged. "Sure you can say that. She's young, about 13, long blond hair, real skinny."

Again Bulma blinked and everyone else lifted their eyebrow. "Hmm that's strange..." Bulma mused. "That sounds like someone we're missing too. If she's not your daughter than what do you want with her?

He nodded. "Yeah, well you see, her ma just died and left her in my custody you see."

"Why would she do that?" A voice from above said suddenly. Everyone looked up on the balcony of the grand entrance. Gohan stood there defensively, his black pants and white shirt wrinkled slightly from kneeling at his brothers bedside for so long. When he had heard the doorbell he had wished it would be his sister. But when he saw the man and heard the way he talked it infuriated him. His fists balled up, he jumped down off the balcony with ease and strode towards the man. "She doesn't even know you."

The man grinned. "The thing is kid, she dose. I know you too. You never seen me, you were always in your room studying. But your mom has been so nice to lend your sister to me, you see, she's been working for me for quite some time now."

"Working?" Gohan growled when the man smiled at the word. "Doing what?"

"It's adult business, kid, you wouldn't understand." The man slide this dark glasses down the bridge of his noses and grinned winking at the young boy.

Bulma couldn't believe what she was hearing. Chi-Chi didn't see eye to eye with Anabel but she wouldn't have allowed this to happen. Never.

Vegeta darkened. On planet Vegeta, as a child he remembered seeing young servant slave girls around his father's palace. None of them were Syain women because Syain women were few and rare and were treated equally to the men since they too were warriors. The slaves were usually bought from distant planets. Most were treated fair, only the ones who disobeyed got the worst treatment. Once Frieza and his father Cooler took over anyone they saw fit were slaves. That's why most the Syain women were wiped out. They had all become Frieza and his elite army 'the Ginue Force,' personal slaves. Vegeta couldn't believe such a thing would happen on Earth. He could believe a Syain warrior like Kararot's kid would let a human such as this fat man here do such a thing.

Piccolo stiffened but wasn't surprised. After taking in the brats and training them, he couldn't help the pull they had over him. He was never far in case they were in danger. On several occasions he had witnessed Anabel shuffling off by herself to a nearby village, then coming back slowly like she had been injured with fruit or bread for her mother. Piccolo always found it strange but never questioned the girl because whenever she was around him, she seemed happy like nothing happened. He felt like a fool now. He should have saw through the girls mask to see the real picture.

Gohan shook his head. NO. His mother would never let this happen. His father would NEVER let this happen. He lost it. He screamed, turning super Syain within seconds, pushing the plump man out of the doorway so he landed on his back in the yard. Gohan charged forward but Piccolo, Krillian and Vegeta were quickly there to hold him back.

"Gohan no!" Piccolo shouted.

"My mom would never let Anabel do something like that! Anabel would never want to! My father would never let you touch her!" Gohan screamed, fighting against the 3 adults.

The man on the ground chuckled pushing himself up on his elbows. "It was your mom's idea, kid. Doesn't matter if the girl didn't want to I paid for her she's mine. If she fought be your mom would have told you precious "Daddy". That girl wouldn't have been his pure little angle anymore if he knew what she had been doing, huh?"

"No!" The power that rushed through Gohan soared even higher than when he fought with Cell. Like it was nothing he pushed the men off of him and continued charging at the little bug on the ground.

The man stood quickly and back pedaled to his car. "Stay away from me, you crazy brat!"

"Stay away from my sister!" Gohan yelled darkly. In a flash he was at the man's car. He reached down with one hand to the cars underbelly and flipped it into the street. The old man dropped his sunglasses and froze in fear. Gohan stepped towards him. He shrieked like a little girl and started running down the street as fast as his fat legs could carry him which wasn't very fast. Trunks was not even a year yet and could run after than that.

"Gohan, stop! He's just a human think about what your father would do!" Piccolo shouted as he stood up brushing dirt off his GI.

Gohan froze unwillingly and watched the cubby man run down the street. "You did it, kid! Once I find your sister she's gonna pay for what you did to my car!"

They watched as the man disappeared down the street. Slowly Gohan changed back to his base form, collapsing to his knees his head in his hands. "No...Anabel would never let that happen. He's a liar!" The boy started to sob.

At the doorway Bulma couldn't help it either as she started to cry. She couldn't believe Chichi would let this happen to her daughter. She was so young that man was so dirty. In her arms Trunks, struggled confused at his mother's sobs.

Piccolo walked to Gohan putting a hand on his messy black hair. "Piccolo, Ana wouldn't let that happen. She's stronger than him she could fight him."

He frowned a mix of emotions filling him. Anger at that man, sadness knowing that even though Ana was strong enough she wouldn't fight the human. She wouldn't hurt him and she would never disobey her mother. "She's too kind, Gohan," Piccolo finally said sadly.

Gohan looked up with wide teary eyes. "I can't believe Mom would do that to her. We gotta find Ana, Piccolo! Before that man dose!"

"We've been searching." Krillian growled from the yard, kicking the grass.

"It's that girls own fault if what that man says is true!" Vegeta interrupted. "She has the power to get away but she's too weak to do it. Good let her stay missing! It will teach her to be stronger!"

Before Gohan had time to respond to the bully, inside was a faint cry of his little brother. Quickly Gohan pushed himself up, brushing off the grass on his black pants and wiping the tears from his red eyes. "I'm coming, Goten!" he called, running into the house.

Bulma watched him go, a sob rattling her thin frame. It just wasn't fair.

I Do Not Own Dragon Ball Z

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