"Are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet--"
"TRUNKS BREATHE!!" As his mother ordered, the boy stopped his questioning and inhaled all the air he could then began again. Bulma rolled her eyes and turned all her attention to the road so she coud try to block her son's voice out. She was doing fine and dealing, but she couldn't say the same for her Saiyan husband. It must be harder for a man of his intellect and wonderful hearing to be able to block out the voice of a screaming child sitting only two feet behind him. He had already tried covering his ears, but that wasn't helping at all.
"... there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet..." over and over and over and over and over again and every sound was like an assault against Vegeta's brain, tempting it to explode.
"SHUT UP!!!" He screamed as they finally arrived, startling everyone in the hospital parking lot and making an old lady with a heart problem collapse.
"Are we there yet?" Trunks asked once more.
"YES! WE'RE THERE!!! HAPPY NOW?!" There was silence as Bulma turned down the car radio (which had helped in her ingoring her son) and shut off the car she'd carefully parked herself. She was thankful they were here in one piece. Had Vegeta been taught to drive like Son Goku, they probably would have been gone a long time ago... She sighed and thought, 'what a nice day,' but that type of thinking didn't last.
"I DON'T WANNA GOOOOOO!!!!!!" Trunks screamed and started to kick the back of Vegeta's chair again and again. Bulma was screaming, if possible, louder than Trunks, but the boy could not hear her. Vegeta had finally had it, saw someone he knew, jumped out of the car and headed towards the familiar person, greeting him with a fist instead of the common "hello." Goku caught sight of the attack in time and also caught the fist before it connected to his face.
"Vegeta," he whined. "Now?"
"Yes. Kakorot. Now," Vegeta looked mad enough to kill and who else would be better to help him vent his anger? If he just happened to "accidently" kill him in the process of his venting, so be it. Goku shrugged, waved goodbye to an angry Chichi and, still holding Vegeta's fist, instant transmissioned the away from the hospital. Far, far away from all the deathly ill inside that tall building. Goten spotted Bulma's car, (done easily, what with all the noise coming from it) and ran over to greet Trunks. This immediatly stopped the screaming and Trunks hopped out, happy and cool and acting as if he hadn't just been squealing like a spoiled child. Bulma let out an exasperated sigh and honked the horn; her own, personal way of venting.
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Goten and Trunks walked down the white, sterile halls of the hospital talking and laughing. Chichi and Bulma were having a little chat on how it was so irritating for husbands to just up and leave at an important time like this for a silly spar when they spar nearly 24/7. They had never been really good friends until after Bulma's marriage, when their husbands had brought them together. They exchanged recipes and tips on how to deal with what they called the "Saiyan Stupidity." Each agreed it was not a trait inherited by their children.
When they saw Gohan, he looked like a wreck. Sharpner and Erasa sat in a corner of the waiting room, far from him, scared to have anything to do with him in his "frazzled" state. He was pacing back and forth and didn't even notice his family and friends enter the room.
"Gohan! Is Videl gonna lose all that weight and flab and fat and beef jerky she ate? Mom says a person is gonna come out of her tummy!! Did she eat that too?" Five-year-old Trunks grabbed Gohan's left leg, wrapping himself around it and sitting on his foot. Gohan continued pacing. Goten grabbed his right leg and sat on his right foot, looking up at his brother in admiration.
"Momma says you made Videl fat, Brother," Goten said quietly. "Did you feed her beef jerky and a kid? In class we learned a kid was a baby goat and a duckling is a baby duck."
"Videl would never eat a baby duck, stoopid!" Trunks looked at Goten from his perch on Gohan's left foot and stuck his tongue out at his friend.
"Well you never know!! It could be a baby goat too!!"
Gohan paid this no mind; he was too worried. He wore Trunks and Goten as shoes for a while until he got tired of pacing and sat down. Since they weren't moving anymore, the children hopped away, in search of vending machines they could break.
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When Vegeta and Goku arrived back at the hospital, a little bruised and bloody, Gohan had blown off some steam by screaming at Trunks and Goten for stealing Mr. Mars candy bars and Bulma and Chichi were still complaining about their husbands coming back dirty and leaving in the first place. Men... who needed 'em? This was their daily complaint.
When a new baby finally came into the world there was complete quiet. All the Saiyans and Demi-Saiyans had felt it; the change in the ki Videl had been carrying. They were allowed to see it some time later.
"A GIRL?!" Goku looked immensely disappointed. Vegeta felt like laughing (because Goku had made fun when Bra was born and now it was his turn...) It didn't appear to any of them that a girl could do much better than cooking and cleaning, but in the years to come, Pan would prove them wrong; very, very wrong...
Trunks peered over the railing of the bed and looked at the newborn child, wondering what good she would do for him. He dug in his pockets for the gift he'd gotten her. It was only appropriate that he give Pan something since Bra had gotten a present just a few months earlier. He found what he was looking for and handed it to Videl.
"Don't give it to her yet," He instructed in his five-year-old-matter-of-fact way. "or she might swallow it or somethin'. See what it is? See? It's a lucky penny! That's good luck it brings, now." He smiled and seemed very proud of himself for finding the penny, made in the very year Pan was born. It had a hole at the top of Lincoln's head and dangled on the end of a small, brown string.
Goten scoffed and said girls were made for nothing but teaparties and got quite a lecture from Bulma, Chichi, Videl and every other girl present, but Trunks continued to wonder... what would she do when she was able to walk and talk and know as much as he knew now? He felt his father's presence behind him and was almost sure Vegeta was thinking about how that baby didn't look as pretty as his own little girl, speaking of which...
"Well, we'd better get back. We told the babysitter we wouldn't be too long and Bra's probably giving him a hard time," Bulma said as she waved goodbye to everyone and congratulated Gohan and Videl.
"Yeah!" Trunks agreed, skipping along. "Mr. Piccolo never really did like kids that much. 'Cept maybe Gohan!" Vegeta followed after the two, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face, satisfied with the way he'd bested Kakorot. (His girl was prettier.)
"Hey dad?" Vegeta's short-lived joy ended as he looked down at his son, who was tugged on the sleeve of his jacket. "Where do babies come from anyway?"
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well, this is my first trunks/pan and bra/goten fic, so i thought i'd start in the beginning. seemed appropriate to me, anyway. i hope you enjoyed reading the childish way that was written. ^_^ hey, i had fun with it. in the next chapters, it's going to go over most of the lives of pan and bra and their views of the world (and how it changes as they grow) blah blah blah disclaimer blah blah blah dbz not mine blah blah don't blah sue me blah blah blah blah....
mashaka, signing out.
"TRUNKS BREATHE!!" As his mother ordered, the boy stopped his questioning and inhaled all the air he could then began again. Bulma rolled her eyes and turned all her attention to the road so she coud try to block her son's voice out. She was doing fine and dealing, but she couldn't say the same for her Saiyan husband. It must be harder for a man of his intellect and wonderful hearing to be able to block out the voice of a screaming child sitting only two feet behind him. He had already tried covering his ears, but that wasn't helping at all.
"... there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet are we there yet..." over and over and over and over and over again and every sound was like an assault against Vegeta's brain, tempting it to explode.
"SHUT UP!!!" He screamed as they finally arrived, startling everyone in the hospital parking lot and making an old lady with a heart problem collapse.
"Are we there yet?" Trunks asked once more.
"YES! WE'RE THERE!!! HAPPY NOW?!" There was silence as Bulma turned down the car radio (which had helped in her ingoring her son) and shut off the car she'd carefully parked herself. She was thankful they were here in one piece. Had Vegeta been taught to drive like Son Goku, they probably would have been gone a long time ago... She sighed and thought, 'what a nice day,' but that type of thinking didn't last.
"I DON'T WANNA GOOOOOO!!!!!!" Trunks screamed and started to kick the back of Vegeta's chair again and again. Bulma was screaming, if possible, louder than Trunks, but the boy could not hear her. Vegeta had finally had it, saw someone he knew, jumped out of the car and headed towards the familiar person, greeting him with a fist instead of the common "hello." Goku caught sight of the attack in time and also caught the fist before it connected to his face.
"Vegeta," he whined. "Now?"
"Yes. Kakorot. Now," Vegeta looked mad enough to kill and who else would be better to help him vent his anger? If he just happened to "accidently" kill him in the process of his venting, so be it. Goku shrugged, waved goodbye to an angry Chichi and, still holding Vegeta's fist, instant transmissioned the away from the hospital. Far, far away from all the deathly ill inside that tall building. Goten spotted Bulma's car, (done easily, what with all the noise coming from it) and ran over to greet Trunks. This immediatly stopped the screaming and Trunks hopped out, happy and cool and acting as if he hadn't just been squealing like a spoiled child. Bulma let out an exasperated sigh and honked the horn; her own, personal way of venting.
:*:~:*:~:*:~:*:~:*:~:*:~:*:~:*:
Goten and Trunks walked down the white, sterile halls of the hospital talking and laughing. Chichi and Bulma were having a little chat on how it was so irritating for husbands to just up and leave at an important time like this for a silly spar when they spar nearly 24/7. They had never been really good friends until after Bulma's marriage, when their husbands had brought them together. They exchanged recipes and tips on how to deal with what they called the "Saiyan Stupidity." Each agreed it was not a trait inherited by their children.
When they saw Gohan, he looked like a wreck. Sharpner and Erasa sat in a corner of the waiting room, far from him, scared to have anything to do with him in his "frazzled" state. He was pacing back and forth and didn't even notice his family and friends enter the room.
"Gohan! Is Videl gonna lose all that weight and flab and fat and beef jerky she ate? Mom says a person is gonna come out of her tummy!! Did she eat that too?" Five-year-old Trunks grabbed Gohan's left leg, wrapping himself around it and sitting on his foot. Gohan continued pacing. Goten grabbed his right leg and sat on his right foot, looking up at his brother in admiration.
"Momma says you made Videl fat, Brother," Goten said quietly. "Did you feed her beef jerky and a kid? In class we learned a kid was a baby goat and a duckling is a baby duck."
"Videl would never eat a baby duck, stoopid!" Trunks looked at Goten from his perch on Gohan's left foot and stuck his tongue out at his friend.
"Well you never know!! It could be a baby goat too!!"
Gohan paid this no mind; he was too worried. He wore Trunks and Goten as shoes for a while until he got tired of pacing and sat down. Since they weren't moving anymore, the children hopped away, in search of vending machines they could break.
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When Vegeta and Goku arrived back at the hospital, a little bruised and bloody, Gohan had blown off some steam by screaming at Trunks and Goten for stealing Mr. Mars candy bars and Bulma and Chichi were still complaining about their husbands coming back dirty and leaving in the first place. Men... who needed 'em? This was their daily complaint.
When a new baby finally came into the world there was complete quiet. All the Saiyans and Demi-Saiyans had felt it; the change in the ki Videl had been carrying. They were allowed to see it some time later.
"A GIRL?!" Goku looked immensely disappointed. Vegeta felt like laughing (because Goku had made fun when Bra was born and now it was his turn...) It didn't appear to any of them that a girl could do much better than cooking and cleaning, but in the years to come, Pan would prove them wrong; very, very wrong...
Trunks peered over the railing of the bed and looked at the newborn child, wondering what good she would do for him. He dug in his pockets for the gift he'd gotten her. It was only appropriate that he give Pan something since Bra had gotten a present just a few months earlier. He found what he was looking for and handed it to Videl.
"Don't give it to her yet," He instructed in his five-year-old-matter-of-fact way. "or she might swallow it or somethin'. See what it is? See? It's a lucky penny! That's good luck it brings, now." He smiled and seemed very proud of himself for finding the penny, made in the very year Pan was born. It had a hole at the top of Lincoln's head and dangled on the end of a small, brown string.
Goten scoffed and said girls were made for nothing but teaparties and got quite a lecture from Bulma, Chichi, Videl and every other girl present, but Trunks continued to wonder... what would she do when she was able to walk and talk and know as much as he knew now? He felt his father's presence behind him and was almost sure Vegeta was thinking about how that baby didn't look as pretty as his own little girl, speaking of which...
"Well, we'd better get back. We told the babysitter we wouldn't be too long and Bra's probably giving him a hard time," Bulma said as she waved goodbye to everyone and congratulated Gohan and Videl.
"Yeah!" Trunks agreed, skipping along. "Mr. Piccolo never really did like kids that much. 'Cept maybe Gohan!" Vegeta followed after the two, his arms crossed and a smirk on his face, satisfied with the way he'd bested Kakorot. (His girl was prettier.)
"Hey dad?" Vegeta's short-lived joy ended as he looked down at his son, who was tugged on the sleeve of his jacket. "Where do babies come from anyway?"
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well, this is my first trunks/pan and bra/goten fic, so i thought i'd start in the beginning. seemed appropriate to me, anyway. i hope you enjoyed reading the childish way that was written. ^_^ hey, i had fun with it. in the next chapters, it's going to go over most of the lives of pan and bra and their views of the world (and how it changes as they grow) blah blah blah disclaimer blah blah blah dbz not mine blah blah don't blah sue me blah blah blah blah....
mashaka, signing out.