Prologue:
"What's that?" Pan asked; getting a horrible feeling that something was going to happen.
"I don't know, but I feel it too…" Trunks said. He picked up Melea, who was crying. "I think Melea can feel it too."
"Trunks, she's not old enough to fight!" Pan said, referring to her little four-year-old girl, Melea.
"I know, but what are we going to do? She'll get killed!" Trunks said, trying to calm Melea down. "We could send her somewhere and go back for her after the fighting's done!" He said, packing all Melea's things up. She didn't have too many things.
"Daddy, what is it? Mommy? *sob*" Melea said.
"You have to go somewhere for a while Melea." An explosion rattled the house, and Pan toppled over, only to be caught by Trunks.
"We'll come back for you, we promise!" Trunks said, while opening the capsule for a new, programmable helicopter that Bulma had just invented. Pan wrote a note that would go with her, saying to take care of her, and that her name was Melea. It said they would be back for her. Trunks programmed the helicopter to go to New York, NY in the states.
"Mommy? Daddy?! No! I want to stay here with you!!!" Melea cried, tears streaming off her face. She might have been only four, but she was smart. She knew that she would not see her mommy and daddy for a long time. She would also not see Cale and Gosan, who had just burst through the door, telling them to hurry, the enemy was already there. They closed the door to the helicopter, and it lifted off. Melea pressed her hands up against the window, and cried. "MOMMY! DADDY! CALE, GOSAN! NNOOO!!!!!" she cried. She fell to the floor sobbing her self to sleep. Cale watched with sad eyes. He was humming a song he made up, but no one could hear him. A tear fell down his cheek. He looked at Gosan, and they flew off to battle.
Next Chapter:
"*yawn* I'm so bored. A 12-year-old with no parents doesn't have very many things to do around here…"
There it was. Now tell me how much you hate (or love) it. Please! Okay thanx!
"What's that?" Pan asked; getting a horrible feeling that something was going to happen.
"I don't know, but I feel it too…" Trunks said. He picked up Melea, who was crying. "I think Melea can feel it too."
"Trunks, she's not old enough to fight!" Pan said, referring to her little four-year-old girl, Melea.
"I know, but what are we going to do? She'll get killed!" Trunks said, trying to calm Melea down. "We could send her somewhere and go back for her after the fighting's done!" He said, packing all Melea's things up. She didn't have too many things.
"Daddy, what is it? Mommy? *sob*" Melea said.
"You have to go somewhere for a while Melea." An explosion rattled the house, and Pan toppled over, only to be caught by Trunks.
"We'll come back for you, we promise!" Trunks said, while opening the capsule for a new, programmable helicopter that Bulma had just invented. Pan wrote a note that would go with her, saying to take care of her, and that her name was Melea. It said they would be back for her. Trunks programmed the helicopter to go to New York, NY in the states.
"Mommy? Daddy?! No! I want to stay here with you!!!" Melea cried, tears streaming off her face. She might have been only four, but she was smart. She knew that she would not see her mommy and daddy for a long time. She would also not see Cale and Gosan, who had just burst through the door, telling them to hurry, the enemy was already there. They closed the door to the helicopter, and it lifted off. Melea pressed her hands up against the window, and cried. "MOMMY! DADDY! CALE, GOSAN! NNOOO!!!!!" she cried. She fell to the floor sobbing her self to sleep. Cale watched with sad eyes. He was humming a song he made up, but no one could hear him. A tear fell down his cheek. He looked at Gosan, and they flew off to battle.
Next Chapter:
"*yawn* I'm so bored. A 12-year-old with no parents doesn't have very many things to do around here…"
There it was. Now tell me how much you hate (or love) it. Please! Okay thanx!