And I have come back with the last part of this trilogy story line! This is also the 'sequel' for 'It's Happened, Emperor!' Sheesh... I can't believe I have finished that fic... (rubs the back of her head) And I haven't forgotten those surprised reviews for the last chapter I sent out. I kind of feel like a 9 year old Trunks right now after completing some prank with out getting caught. I don't know why your death threats made me laugh when I saw them... I should probably be scared shitless at this time... but I will make sure a happy ending happens... and that all the bad guys die. But um... I'm not exactly done with killing off people. (cackles) We'll just see who ends up being the next to die... I know of two people so far... but they'll be alive for most of the fic... At least I hope so...
I hope you all enjoy this fic more than the other two before it! I just don't know for sure if there'll be so much angst in this fic as there were in the last... (shrugs) only time will tell. The only thing I am going to be worried about is how so many people hate me at this moment... I should just warn that the first two chapters won't exactly be 'happy'... the third will turn out either very chaotic or... some plots will be made. Not sure exactly... but after the 3rd chapter... things might start to go up hill for Gohan and his friends... depends on what kind of a mood I'm in.
I have a feeling that you guys will hate me after this chapter... BUT... it will end all happy like. I PROMISE A HAPPY ENDING!
Disclaimer: This disclaimer is going to be in affect for this chapter and the others that will come later. I do not own DBZ!
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Welcome Home, Child
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Chapter 1- Preparation
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An exaggerated sigh was given from a female no older than seventeen as some guards rushed up to her. She turned her head towards them with a light frown. She didn't have time for this! She desperately needed to find her father's friend! She needed to give him her father's message!
The warrior, clad in the royal uniform of the Imperial Army, gazed over the female suspiciously. "I'm sorry ma'am, but not anyone could just waltz in this space station with out some identification."
Rolling her eyes as she looked down to her pocket, she shoved her hand into the pocket of her cut off mini-skirt. She smirked when she felt the hard piece of plastic and she handed it to the officer.
The man looked at the card, "Aisu, Pan?"
She nodded as she crossed her arms. The female gave a mental sigh as she looked back into the eyes of the officer. She was very thankful that her father gave her this form of identification.
The man handed Pan back the card. "Thank you Miss Pan. I'm sorry for the delay. We have orders to follow."
Pan gave a slow nod as she shoved the card in her pocket. The officer gave a small laugh, "It isn't everyday that someone from the South Quadrant of the Galaxy visits here. It's usually forbidden."
Pan raised one of her thinly arched eyebrows. "How's that?" She asked in her kindest voice possible. Her father taught her much. He taught her how to use manners for every part of the galaxy. He taught her many different languages, and he taught her how to get out of tight situations...
"Well, many of the citizens in that part of the universe don't hold some type of identification. Usually with the ID card, we know that you are a trustworthy citizen."
Pan inwardly smirked. 'Trustworthy? That's a new one.' She didn't exactly remember when she had ever used the truth when talking to strangers. She only spoke the truth to her father in some manners... but there were also times that she lied to him. She didn't know an instant though when he lied to her.
"I see," she replied as she gave him a flirtatious smile. "Well, I'm glad you are doing such a good job with this security." Her words flowed like honey. "I wouldn't want to be in a place knowing that there would be danger lurking around." Another lie. There wouldn't exactly be danger around her; she, in fact, was the danger. No one knew her, but her looks deceived the eye. She looked as innocent as an angel. How wrong they were to think that.
And as she usually did with some of the men she met, she kissed them on the cheek and winked at them as she left. That would usually leave the guards or officials, whom she wanted to keep away, slightly flustered and distracted as she escaped.
She was dressed in leather. It was her favorite choice in clothing. It suited her personality perfectly if you knew the true her; always would her skirt be short and black in color along with her knee length, high heal boots.
Pan looked at her long, filed nails. She smirked; they were weapons that she could use at any given time. Painted a light burgundy, they matched the color of her tank top shirt. The color just seemed to match her personality perfect.
Striding down the halls of the huge space station, she couldn't help but look around in amazement. This was the first time that she had actually been in this large station. It had been added onto; it was almost like a city in space! And that was exactly what it was.
Pan was aware that this space station was rebuilt from the original, which was destroyed years ago. The emperor's station was fairly new. It was build a little over eighteen years, close to nineteen.
This place truly was a piece of art. It resembled a little bit of each world that the emperor ruled over; it was a small piece of home for the warriors that lived here.
Pan didn't exactly like this place. It slightly unnerved her. She was use to darkness and paranoia. Never before did she have this much security in her life; it was a dog eating dog world where she lived. Many times she would have to play the part of the seductress just to get out a sticky situation. Just as long as she could get out in one piece, she was content.
But she was on a mission now. Although she had just arrived on the station just moments before, she would have to leave that same night after she gave the message her father sent her with. Who was it that she needed to find?
'Ah, yes, Zarbon.'
She had a message to send him in his native language so no one would get too suspicious. She learned that language along with thousands of others; her father commented one day that she was very intelligent. Pan must have had the IQ of a genius!
Walking in the sector where many shops were located, she looked for a formal dress store. She needed to find the perfect dress to go to the banquet; the only problem she faced was how to get into the party with out an invitation...
The female smirked. It was apart of the fun. Changing her facial appearance, she walked into the store completely playing the ditzy female who didn't know which way was up or down. She would usually get the best service that way, especially when they found out that she was loaded with cash.
That was another good thing about her father. Because of his father being a king and his brother being a ruler over the galaxy at one time her father was able to inherit some of the riches both had.
Pan was starting to come to realization on why her father allowed her to go out to send the message. This security was becoming so tight, and her, being an adopted child looking like a humanoid creature, she would easily pass in. He wouldn't be so lucky due to the fact that he was ice-jin.
Pan wasn't exactly sure why the ice-jin race was hated so much...
And while she was completely lost in thought, she happened to miss the fact that there was someone coming towards her.
Closer...
Closer...
Closer...
BAM!
And being completely off guard, the female fell over onto the tiled floor of the store. She mentally cursed as she felt pain shoot up her spine. She looked down to the furry belt that rested around her waist. She sat on her tail again...
'DAMN IT!'
"Are you alright?"
She was about to say every curse word she knew in her vocabulary, even in the thousand different languages she knew! She was about to curse out this man who caught her off guard and made her fall down. Actually... she wanted to murder this person for catching her off guard!
No one had ever done that to her! The only one allowed to catch her off guard was her father, but he usually did that for training purposes, not by accident!
"I'm sorry Miss."
She turned her head up; the meanest glare was plastered on her features that moment.
Needless to say, it slowly melted off when she noticed the male before her.
The hybrid prince to the saiyans looked down at her with concern in his eyes. "Are you okay, Miss? Did I hurt you?"
'Did I just say kill?' thought Pan as she helplessly looked into Trunks' eyes. She nodded to herself. 'Yes... kill I am going to do to him... No. Complete mutilation will be called for on this case. He would be the first person to die tonight.'
She lightly licked her lips.
Trunks, in the mean time, took her nodding as a way of telling him that she was indeed okay. He gave a mental sigh as he helped pick her up to her feet. "I'm terribly sorry for that Miss. I must be more careful where I walk."
She put the 'innocent' smile back on her face. "No, it was my fault; I should have been more careful." 'First to die you will be.'
Trunks gave a light chuckle. "So, what is a lovely lady like you doing here? I don't think I have seen you around."
'Lovely lady?' thought Pan as she inwardly smirked wider. 'He's good...' "What do you mean by 'doing here'? Do you mean this store, or are you talking about the space station?"
The saiyan prince before her nodded to both as he placed a gentle smile across his face. "Both actually. I can tell you're not from around here."
'No shit Sherlock...' she thought sarcastically. "I'm here to visit a family friend before I leave for home. I'm only here for the day."
She noticed the male before her nod. She couldn't help but notice the long locks of lavender hair that fell to his shoulders. Part of his hair was tied back into a ponytail. She couldn't help but notice the sapphire eyes. 'Beautiful.'
"Well, maybe you could tell me who you're looking for. I know almost everyone on the ship," suggested Trunks as he looked down to her. He noticed that she had to be no taller than five feet, heals of her boots lifted her about four inches off the ground.
She tilted her head to the side, "Is that so?" She noticed him nod. 'So... he's up for a challenge...' "How could you know everyone on this ship? There has to be over a few million."
The smile on Trunks' face turned into a Vegeta-like smirk. 'I have to know these things,' he silently though as he shrugged his shoulders, "I have been living on this ship for about twenty years."
Her eyes widened slightly. "That long?" He nodded his head once more. 'He's older than I. Most defiantly by a long shot.'
"But please," questioned the saiyan prince as he interrupted her thoughts; she looked up to him with her charcoal colored eyes. "Explain the second reason why you are here, as in this store." Trunks looked around. They were currently standing in the middle of the isle. This store was indeed a formal wear store for men and women. It was the most expensive one too! Only nobles and royalty could afford a shop like this.
She looked around at the different clothing before turning back her gaze to the lavender locked male. "I was hoping to purchase a dress for the banquet tonight. My father told me his friend would be there." Before Trunks could interject something, she beat him to it, "But I recently found out that you needed an invitation. My father forgot to give me his. I called him earlier today when I arrived and he told me that the invitation was in his possession..."
She looked down giving a heavy sigh. She put a look of disappointment on her face. "I guess traveling here was a waste of time..."
Trunks noticed her long face. He bit his lip, "How about I help you to try and find this family friend. Usually the one's invited to these parties, the emperor throws, are of people I know; if your friend attends it, there is a very good chance that I might know him or her."
She gave the prince a nod as she lightly smiled, "I was hoping to see him at the banquet tonight... However, as I stated before-"
Trunks shook his head, "No need. You can come with me, that is if you want."
Another flirtatious smile graced her bright pink lips, "Are you asking me to come to the banquet with you as a date?" This was most defiantly a first for her. She never was aloud to date; her father forbade it. If there were a male that took interest in her, she would usually watch the male suffer a slow and painful death courtesy of her over protective father. Now... she was here alone, without the watchful eye of her father, and she could basically do anything without him spoiling her fun.
Trunks smiled to her as he grabbed her petite hand, "That is exactly what I'm asking."
To the side of the store, an ice-jin warrior tapped the shoulder of a saiyan. Hizashi, now looking more like his actual father, King Cold, stood at five feet. He was now a young adult under human ages... and he looked short. It was common for ice-jins that age to stop growing until they reached their hundredth year. Hizashi tapped his uncle's shoulder. Turning his head, Goten's bright eyes looked to his adopted relative. He noticed Hizashi pointing to the front of the store. And in turning his head, Goten blinked.
"She looks like... a saiyan," muttered the hybrid human as he looked back to the hybrid ice-jin. Hizashi shrugged.
"I was about to say she looked much like mother," he whispered as the two guys stared at her once more.
Goten took a closer look. "You're right... she DOES look like Videl!" He shook his head, "Maybe with some light blue eyes... and shorter hair, then she could pass off as your mom..."
"She even has a tail," pointed out the ice-jin as he noticed the furry belt. "She keeps it guarded at all times."
Goten noticed it also after his nephew pointed it out. "So she does..." Shaking his head, Goten laughed lightly as he rubbed the back of his head. "How is it that you can pick these things out faster than I?"
Hizashi shrugged his shoulders as he looked back to the tuxes. "It must be in my blood. There are many things I can't explain."
"Like when you stopped at this height when you were only seven years old?" questioned Goten as he laughed lightly.
The ice-jin glared at the saiyan. "As I stated before, there are many things that I can't explain. But I do know that I can easily whip you ass all the way to the other side of the galaxy in my fifth form."
"That is... unless I turn Super Saiyan 2... or by some random chance my brother comes out deals with both of us?" questioned Goten slyly.
That question made the adopted son of Gohan stutter... and pause for a moment to rethink his words. But nothing seemed to come. He glared at Goten and crossed his arms. "Shut up."
Both looked back to Trunks and noticed him walking with the girl down the isles looking at different dresses.
"Do you think Trunks is a goner?" questioned Goten as his eyes continued to follow his best friend's movements.
Hizashi chuckled as he watched the saiyan prince smile brightly to her. "I wouldn't doubt it."
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Looking out side into space, a man sighed. He placed a gloved hand to the window and let it slide down. His head also rested on the thick layer of glass.
Space. It was so vast. His daughter... she could be anywhere!
Gohan closed his eyes as he kept the bitter tears from his eyes. His daughter could be anywhere! For eighteen years, he searched for her and not once could he find her. Every quadrant he searched for her! He even went searching for Kooler in hope to find the location of his daughter.
Only once did Gohan find Kooler... and that was in the south quadrant. When he did find the tyrant, there was a big chase. Gohan was so close to catching him! He was so close! But he seemed to vanish out of thin air just as he was about to catch him! How frustrating it was... How frustrating...
"Hey, Bro!"
Gohan lifted his head from the glass and he turned his body around. He gently smiled at the sight of his brother. Goten always had a smile on his face; that alone brought the contagious grin to his lips.
"Back so soon?" questioned the emperor as he walked down to meet his brother. Gohan also noticed his adopted son, Hizashi.
The youngest brother in the Son family nodded. "Yeah, we went to pick up our tuxes for tonight."
"And you will not believe what happened to Trunks," inserted the ice-jin with a smirk plastered on his face.
Gohan raised an eyebrow as he walked over to the table in the middle of the room. He sat on top of it looking to the two relatives. "Please, elaborate."
Goten walked to his brother and placed a hand to the side of his mouth. "I think Trunks is a goner to the long list of eligible men. A certain girl, someone from a different part of the galaxy came to the formal wear shop. The two met when Trunks ran into her."
Gohan smiled lightly, "Is that so?" He laughed with both males nodded, "It's about time then. He's already thirty-one; Vegeta's been bugging him ever since he turned eighteen to find a woman!"
"That's not all," added Goten as he looked to his nephew. "I think you could explain it better Hizashi; you were the one who observed the details."
The ice-jin, now currently standing beside a large window to the room tilted his head towards Goten and lightly frowned. "Do I have to?"
"Yes!"
The ice-jin rolled his eyes as he looked back into space. "I noticed she looked very much like a younger version of Videl. She just needed a set of blue eyes and shorter hair." Hizashi paused for a moment as he looked to his dad. "I also noticed a tail around her waist."
Gohan's eyes widened ever so slightly.
"She also looked to be around eighteen years... maybe nineteen, but I might be wrong," added Goten, "Looks can be very deceiving now a days."
Gohan swallowed a lump that formed in his throat before he shook his head. It couldn't be possible. Yet... it could...
"She's going to be Trunks' date for tonight," muttered the ice-jin as he walked towards his father, "The funny thing is... I seriously doubt she knows who Trunks is... She was most definitely playing innocent and weak."
The two brothers looked to Hizashi. The ice-jin blinked before he smiled and rubbed the back of his head. It was a trait that he picked up from Gohan. "What? Aren't these things very transparent to you?"
Gohan shook his head as he ran a hand thru his spiky locks of hair, "We can't exactly pick these specific details out. I don't think we have that special quality as you so, son." Gohan smiled to his adopted child, "You really have a special gift there."
"Apparently," started Goten as he grabbed the attention of his brother, "Trunks brought this girl to one of the spare rooms in his apartment just moments before we came to seek you. You might get to meet her later tonight at the party."
Gohan nodded his head. This 'stuff' that his son and brother explained to him seemed to be very... coincidental to what he had been thinking. Now the only things that would bring his growing suspicions on the girl was if she was raised on the South Quadrant and if her 'father' was Kooler.
He was now starting to have another migraine.
Being an emperor and a father searching for his kidnapped daughter really was a pain in the ass...
"Sorry to abandon both of you, but I have the urge to train in the Gravity Room," stated Gohan as he looked to both boys. "I'll see you both later on tonight."
With that stated, Gohan slid off of the table and strides to the exit of the room. With out looking back, he left the two boys alone.
Goten's eyes darkened ever so slightly as he shook his head, "He's been thinking about his daughter again..." Goten bit his lip. "I can just see it in his eyes."
The ice-jin nodded slowly as he looked into the vastness of space. She could be anywhere. He did remember seeing her after she was born although he was only two years old. His lips turned into a fine line. This was just perfect... just perfect...
"I can too..." whispered back Hizashi as he stared out into the stars once more. "I can too..."