I DO NOT own DragonBall Z. All rights goes to Akira Toriyama.
Chapter 1: Why him?
See, today is a special day for me. Well... It's not that special. But you see the point is two days ago Grandpa Goku decided to go away and train. Of course, he got an lecture by grandma Chichi before she went into tears, hugging him and telling him to come back quickly. That's not the point but whatever. Before Grandpa went away, I asked him can I come along to.
"Well, you see Pan..." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, his black orbs looking everywhere but my gaze. My arms were across my chest, giving my stubborn posture that I wasn't taken no as an answer.
"I don't think Gohan and Videl will be pretty happy if I take you with me." In other words, I don't want you to get hurt nor strain yourself. A frown was instantly placed on my face as I turned around without a second glance. "Goodbye Grandpa."
That day I realized that everyone thinks I'm weak and helpless. What is simple training going to do? I want to reach Super Saiyan two, I want to watch everyone faces be filled with bewilderment to even doubt me. I know I get in the way sometimes but that's the reason why. I want to prove I'm strong enough to handle myself, just because I have 1/4 of Saiyan blood doesn't mean anything. I believe I can do it.
A bump on my shoulder bought me out of my thoughts. They weren't the usual bumps from snobby cheerleaders or so this one I actually felt it and it almost knocked me off my feet, I guess that's where reflexes kick in and I lean up properly on the locker. The person who bump me had purple hair from behind, I turned an glare towards his back.
"Hey! Aren't you going to say sorry, you dumbass." He suddenly stopped walking, his clique also that was behind him. He turned around and my breath hitched at the back of my throat. He's actually good looking.
His slightly tanned skin for some reason is a good contrast with his Lavender locks thats in a bowl cut. Loose strands of hair perfectly framed his shaped head. Wide Sapphire eyes brought out his natrual beauty, and I couldn't help but stare. His thick light eyebrows showed content, but friendly at the same time.
His plump pink lips formed into a half smirk as his eyes roamed over my figure, they were glares coming from the girls around him and the guys were also smirking in amusement. "Why would I say sorry to a boy?"
I gritted my teeth in anger and frustration. I clenched my fist, closing my eyes before I reopened them and glared at him. "The way I dress has nothing to do with the way you are acting like an ass."
I couldn't bother wondering why I let his comment get to me, no matter how many people says it. His just made me angry and the fact this boy said it made me feel slightly insecure for some reason.
I mean I guess he has an point since I'm wearing an baggy jumper with loose ripped jeans. Plus the fact I kind of look like a Nerd with my hipster glasses and my shoulder length hair was in a small ponytail. I dress like this for a reason, so I won't have to deal with dogs and I don't want any attention.
His Sapphire eyes widen in surprised before an cold glare was met my way, then one of the boys with jet black hair that's a bit spiked—known as my Uncle Goten, placed an hand on his shoulder.
"C'mon Trunks, you don't need to deal with her." He nodded his head, his eyes never leaving mine before he turned and walked away with his posse.
Man... I hate that guy.
"Hey Panny!" I jumped in surprised at the voice of my bestfriend, I must've been fuming real badly if I didn't notice her coming. "Hey Bra." Her blue eyes for some reason looked like that Jerks on, they gazed at my face for awhile before she blinked.
"What's got your panties in a twist? You look like you want to beat the shit out of someone. Your face is red." My fingerless gloved hand went up towards my face, to feel it's a bit hot. I sighed wearily, dropping it down on my side. "Trunks." She nodded her head before grabbing my hand, towing me to the girls bathroom.
"Wash your face to cool it down." She dropped my hand to sit on the sink counter, looking at her reflection in the mirror and taking out an tube of lipgloss, applying it. I turn the cold metal faucet on and dipped my head slightly, cupping the water in my hand and splashing it on my face. I turned the water off and faced Bra who was holding an paper towel,I wiped my face quickly and tossed it out the trash.
"Wanna ditch?" She shrugged her shoulders, taking an look at her perfectly manicured nails. "Eh, I don't care." Me and Bra are polar opposites, it's a mystery on why she's my bestfriend.
We soon arrived at the Diner. It was small but was decorated cutely. The owner of the Diner knows me and Bra well since we usually come here twice or three times a week, it's our hanging out spot. But something was slightly different today Frank, the owner had a frown on his face and was rubbing his temples.
Frank is not that old if you're wondering, he's like in his mid twenties. His shoulder length hair is in a tiny ponytail and he's got green eyes, that looks a bit blue from afar.
Me and Bra were both seated at the front counter on the stools. He smiled at us, before his gaze went to the far corner of the restaurant. "What's up Franky?" Bra asked.
"Those teenagers is what's up." Me an Bra turned around in our seats to see its Trunks and Goten with those people. I scoffed, turning back around to face Frank. "Don't worry about them."
"We have to deal with them assholes at school, anyway." Bra rolled her eyes, turning back around to face an amused Frank. "How long–"
"What was that?" We all snapped our heads towards the little group. The fact that he heard that is surprising, considering how far we are from them. Trunks was there of course, with that damn smirk on his face.
"We said, we already have to deal with y'all assholes at school." Surprise etched in his face for a mere second, making me the one to smirk, but his facial expression took a strain to remain calm as he approached where I was.
"Oh shut up tomboy, stop trying to talk to me every second you get. Are you that desperate? You should really go somewhere, all you do is get in the way." He sneered. I can feel my ki slightly rising, and my anger over taking me. My vision blurred for a second but I didn't feel any power at all, I felt worn out. To make matters worse, my vision didn't blur because of anger; it blurred because they were filled with tears.
Next thing I knew I'm shoving Trunks out the way and bolt out the door, ignoring Bra and Frank protests. Why am I running away like a coward? I'm a Saiyan for crying out loud!
Even though we took Bra car to get here, I just decided to run all the way to the Briefs house to vent out my anger. I bet youre wondering why are you going to the enemy house? Like I said, I train and that is also one of my ways to calm down.
When I came upon they're lawn, I've already saw the Gravity Chamber turned on. I swiftly wiped my face clear of any tears before pounding on the metal door. "Vegeta!" There was nothing but complete silence besides the occasional explosion of the Bots and punches. "Vegeta!"
This time the noise clatter stop before the metal door was pulled open and Vegeta came out with an scowl etched on his face. "What do you want, Brat?!" His eyes trailed over my face then that stupid smirk—I seem to hate came as he opened the door wider to let me in.
We spent a good two hours sparring. I was panting heavily, sweat dripping down my face and my face feeling flushed. An thought over came my mind before I know it. Maybe I can ask him to Train me.
"Hey Vegeta..." He looked over at me, his eyebrows furrowed in a agitated way on telling me to hurry up. "I was wondering if you can train me. I believe I can reach Super-" before I can even finish my statement, He laughed. I began to feel flustered, watching him laugh. What's so funny?
That smirk returned on his face. "Do you really think you can reach Super Saiyanjin?" I nodded my head numbly, my lips pursed watching his muscular frame chuckle. "What are you, Stupid? You don't have enough blood in you, don't even bother trying." I felt my ki spike from anger towards him.
I hate people who do act like this. They should know not to judge a book based on it's cover.
The smirk that was once on his face, vanished instantly but his eyes were widen slightly before he cleared his throat, composing himself. "My answer is–" I already knew what he was gonna say. "Hey dad."
My head snapped towards the voice I've grown to hate. I bit my lip, to keep myself from snapping at him from what happened at the Diner. There he is in his all worthy glory, pretending everything is all about him. His blue eyes met my figure, before that damn smirk was plastered on his face, causing a glare from me to be met his way.
Vegeta cleared his throat, gaining both of our attention. "There is no way in hell I'm going to train you. You're a descendent of that damn Kakarot." I was about to turn and walk away when his next words froze me in place.
"Trunks will be training you instead." Judging by that smirk on his face, I can tell he's going to be fairly amused.
F*ck you Vegeta.
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