A/N: Miss me, anyone? Witchblade and DBZ are probably not the best things to put in a crossover, but the idea stuck with me since I started watching Witchblade over again. Whoever guesses the pairing right will get a one shot of their choosing written for them! For a head start, this takes place about a week before the Great Quake. The universe is a mix of both anime, so bear with me here, okay? I might feature another one like this, but with more...XTC, if you've caught my drift there. That means a few unprecedented lemons come hell itself. I might include a few here and there or I might not write them in this story at all.
Disclaimer: I own jack, hell, not even my bedspread.
Enjoy!
A teenage boy with dark auburn hair that spiked in a forwards direction paced around a waiting room, his grey eyes glazed with worry. He wore a black t-shirt with a white tribal pattern on the right and extended towards his backside, along with a pair of ripped blue jeans.
'Bear with it, the baby's coming along fine. Don't worry.' He thought to himself, the worry only growing heavier on him. He should be holding her hand, not trying his hardest to refrain from going to his lover's room and tearing the door apart. He could hear her screaming in there and blocked out the terrible noise.
Just when he couldn't stand it, a doctor walked up to him and caught his attention.
"Sir, would you like to meet your daughter?"
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. A daughter ? He had a daughter ? Somebody pinch him! Actually, don't do a damn thing!
Following the nurse, he kept a small grin on his face as they walked to the delivery room. The seventeen year old boy walked in and was blinded by some form of effulgence as he saw the woman he loved holding their child. Walking towards her, he whispered his thoughts aloud.
"Can I hold her?"
"Sure. She is your daughter, after all."
Brown hair, warm brown eyes and a wonderful body, no man could resist her inadvertent charms, himself included. Gazing at his little girl, he couldn't help but let a few tears roll down his face.
"Any ideas for a name?" The older of the two said before noticing the top of his daughter's head. A full head of brownish-black hair, just like his own.
"Slightly. But there's one thing that's prominent, she has your hair color. Let's wait till she wakes up to see whose eyes she has," His female companion replied,"does Rihoko sound fine?"
"Rihoko Amaha," the baby's father tested out. The name rolled off of his toungue like water on a feather.
"Sounds perfect for her, doesn't it Gohan?"
"Definitely."
The following week hadn't been easy, but it hadn't gotten easier when a big earthquake hit. Racing against time to find his lover and child, Gohan found the former and tried to save her from some red, living string when it had pierced through his right wrist.
Noticing that Rihoko was still at home, he carried the brunette in his arms bridal style and flew to their home where she peacefully slept, unaware of the event happening. After lifting both of them, he hurried out of the building, searching for high ground. Once he found it, he landed on a tall building on the outskirts of the quake.
Looking around, he saw a decimated city.
"Lord, have mercy," Gohan muttered in horror as he saw how many buildings with people still in them had fallen. Suddenly, the light of a chopper cut off his horror struck thoughts, bringing back his consciousness. His lover and daughter woke up from the sound of the blades rotating at a fast pace, the former taking her child into her arms. Both parents looked upwards, noticing the chopper above them.
After a confrontation with the police, Gohan carried Rihoko in his broad arms.
Rihoko's mother looked towards them, brown eyes worried.
"Gohan, how could you be so calm after all of this?" the brunette questioned.
"I'm calm because I'm glad that you're safe. The last thing I need is another life-okay, make that two lives-that I failed to save because I hesitated for too long."
She blinked, eyes wide in shock. She did see the occasional scar or two on his body, but she hadn't known that they were proof to a morbid past he'd hidden.
"How many times has this happened?" Masane asked him.
"Too many. My dad was one of them." At this, Masane gasped in horror, hand covering her mouth. His father too? His childhood must have been jacked up completely.
"I left before my mother could blame his death on me. Everyone back home treated me like I was some sort of monster. Heh...if I hadn't met you after that, I wouldn't be the way I am now." Gohan lowly chuckled. It was then that they noticed Rihoko yawn and wake up, staring at her father with large brown eyes.
"Hi there, amai. How've you been? We survived an earthquake that probably had a magnitude of about 10 or higher."
Masane deadpanned. That would never happen, not in a million years.
"That's not even true," the brunette deadpanned monotonously.
As they started to argue, Rihoko started laughing at the two softly. Gohan, who had wolflike hearing, noticed and glanced downwards at his daughter. Guessing by how red her cheeks were, she must have been laughing up a storm.
"Seems that she's got your laugh, Masane. Kinda cute." Gohan snorted with a smirk on his face.
"Why don't cha take that back, moron?"
Six years later~
Rihoko stared at the blue waters, two strands of brown-black hair tied up in pigtails. Her denim blue dress fluttered in the wind, white sleeves following. Hearing snoring emanate from behind her, she looked at her parents, her father sawing logs. Her mother only gave off faint breathing. Rihoko was surprised that Masane could sleep through something like that, but then again, this was her father, Gohan Amaha.
"Mom, Dad, wake up." Rihoko pleaded. But no matter how hard she tried, they wouldn't wake up. Suddenly, she came up with an idea bound to wake up at least one of her parents.
"YOUR FOOD'S GETTING COLD!" She shouted loudly. Gohan shot up and knocked over Masane, earning a surprised yelp from his wife.
For as long as they had known him, Gohan had a bottomless pit for a stomach, so when someone mentioned food, you had to run for your life.
"Where?!" Gohan gleefully replied, before feeling his foot get hit by something hard. Looking down, he saw Masane's fist firmly planted into his left foot.
"OW." Masane ground out through gritted teeth.
"Sorry, Masane. Forgot that you were there for a second..." Gohan nervously replied. Masane cooled her head before doing something rather unadulterated in front of Rihoko.
"So, you three headed to New Tokyo?" The captain of their boat interrupted before a bloodbath could start.
"Sure are!" Rihoko cheerfully replied for her parents before they could answer.
"Why, then?"
"We're looking for a suitable place to live so Riko can have a good childhood. Our old one wasn't exactly the best one to live in, if you catch my drift." Gohan replied. Often, because of his previous workplaces making him feel suffocated in his line of work, since his coworkers would often flirt with him on a daily basis, Masane had the same problem, only difference was the lewd comments she'd always get. They didn't want their only child to grow up in an environment like that, so to help it, they moved to New Tokyo for a new start.
Before they knew it, it was time to disembark the boat. But before doing so, Masane gave the boat captain a handkerchief to use as a flag.
Wandering around the city for a bit, the family of three decided to go grocery shopping, "To keep your bottomless pit father from getting us another high bill when we eat out," as Masane bluntly stated.
Gohan only chuckled at her statement before setting Rihoko onto his shoulders. Now to find an apartment. Sensing something familiar, Gohan ignored the feeling and reminesced on when Riko had grown a tail.
To be honest, it had scared him shitless.
"Daddy," a four year old Rihoko began. She looked a little frightened, as if something had spooked her deeply.
"Yes, amai?" Gohan and Masane looked back behind them. There stood their daughter, the only one they needed at the moment.
"Is there something wrong, Riko?" Masane asked her daughter.
"Why do I have a tail?" Rihoko innocently asked, revealing a brown tail growing out of her backside.
Gohan and Masane's eyes widened. Masane noticed Gohan's now white as a sheet face was shadowed by his dark brown bangs. His jaw was dangling off the hinges. He had no sensible clue that she'd grow a tail.
"When d-did this happen?" Gohan shakily questioned.
He knew that there would be more than one thing from his side of the family, but he hoped that a tail would be on the bottom of the list.
"When I woke up." Rihoko answered, head hung down as if she was ashamed to have one.
"Why do you sound so unnerved by this?" Masane questioned her husband suspiciously. She knew that he was hiding something, she just had to guess. Finally, it all made sense, the furry belt he wore everywhere was actually a tail. "Gohan, did she get the tail from you?"
Judging by how he'd suddenly frozen told her that she was right.
"She does get it from you! I knew it!" Masane triumphantly declared.
"From Daddy? Is that good?"
"Not neccessarily, Rihoko. I was always picked on for having one. But then again, Dad had one too..."
This time Masane's jaw hit the floor. The list must have been endless at that rate.
"Can I keep it, though?" Rihoko questioned hopefully, smiling softly.
"Go ahead." Gohan grinned proudly.
He just wished that he'd told her about his genetic lunar dilemma. Luckily she went to sleep early.
"Daddy!" Rihoko started. Gohan noticed that he'd gone a little too fast and somehow lost Masane without realizing it. Stopping, he turned to find Masane rushing right to him, the look on her face indicating that she was beyond pissed.
"Riko," Gohan started,"I think I'll let you down."
The minute he had, Masane clobbered him upside the head.
"Just WHAT was that for?!"
"Sorry, I'd gotten lost in thought. I didn't realize that I was going too fast!" Gohan quickly replied, consolidating Masane for a few seconds.
"What were you thinking about, Daddy?" Rihoko asked. Whispering in his daughter's ear, Gohan told her.
"Oh."
"Nearly sundown, you two," Masane reminded them.
Glancing upwards, they noticed the sky become a few shades of pink. Grabbing his daughter's small hand, they started looking for a hotel to sleep at for the night.
Once they found one and arrived to their room, The two with tails let them hang loose, seeing no need to hide them anymore. The only other person in there was Masane.
"So," Masane started,"who's hungry?"
About thirty minutes later, there were a lot of plates piled up, most being Gohan's. Rihoko was asleep, so Gohan had plenty of time to tell Masane about some of his childhood.
Coincidentally, he decided to tell her about his ninth birthday.
"HA! Oh, wow, who'd have thought that you'd do something so stupid?!" Masane laughed.
"Hey, it was in the spur of the moment! It isn't like I could keep myself from landing in a thornbush, Masane!" Gohan hissed, a crimson tint breaking out on his face. Neither of them noticed Rihoko sitting behind them with a camera in her hands.
"It's still funny, Goha-"
FLASH!
Turning around so quickly that they'd get whiplash, they saw Rihoko fully awake with camera in hand.
"When did you..."Masane trailed off, unbelieving the sudden turn of events.
"At 'Hey, it was at the spur of the moment.' Was daddy really stupid enough to jump in a thorn bush?"
Masane coyly smirked at her husband before speaking.
"Apparently, he was." Masane replied.
"No, I wasn't. It's called 'Hide from a crazy woman before she could get you,' Masane." Gohan retorted.
"And what crazy woman was that, huh?"
"My mother," Gohan shuddered.
"Grandma?" Rihoko pondered, eyebrow raised. Masane raised an eyebrow as well. He'd only told her snippets of his childhood, not mentioning either of his parents.
"Never mind that, just go to sleep."
A/N: Longer than normal, isn't it? That's because I wanted to try to clear some things out first. I needed to vent for a bit.
Notes:
In my imagination, half or quarter blooded Saiyans grow tails when they are fresh to childhood or still toddlers.
I probably spilled the pairing on accident, didn't I? But don't worry, the lucky review gets a oneshot by yours truly,
~Deathblow88