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Title: Kami's House
Chapter Title: The Decision
Author: Evil Child
Disclaimer: *runs away from random people chasing her* NO! I swear! I didn't say I owned DBZ!!!!
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AN: Um…well people- I don't know what the pairings going to be…v.v;;;;; Sorry- things are going to pick up in the next chapter…it's kinda slow… I think… sorry…!!! *sweatdrop* um…but PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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"Kakorrat! I demand to see you right now!" The man that had to be no other then Prince Vegeta stamped his foot angrily. I smirked quietly to myself and tapped the short man on his back. He whirled around and glared at me through piercing eyes.
"My grandfather will join us in the Triculina as soon as he finishes with…business," I said, stressing the Saiyan word for Dining Room. "If you would join me my Prince…?"
Vegeta merely snorted, crossing his arms. I took this as an affirmative, and began walking towards where my mother and father were no doubt waiting for me. It was a short walk to the main hall and when they got there, they were met with a group of slightly miffed people.
"Pan!" Videl said, her eyes shinning as she rushed over to hug me. I stood stiffly, allowing her to drape her arms delicately around me, but my face remained impassively. As far as I'm concerned my parents are little better then strangers to me and the only reason I put up with them is the fact that my grandfather asked me to…more like ordered me too.
"Pan," Gohan greeted me with a sad smile. "We brought some guests this time…because Vegeta insisted."
"I see," was all I said in reply. "If you would join me in the tri- dining room, my grandfather will join us shortly."
"Don't you want us to introduce you to…?" Videl's voice trailed off when she found she was talking to my retreating form. Vegeta was following me without hesitation and a few seconds later the others joined us.
Opening an intricately designed glass door, I allowed Vegeta to enter before me and then followed behind him. He smirked at me as he sat down at the head of the table. I sat to the right of the head of the other side of the table. We both knew our places.
"Boy- sit here," Vegeta snapped and a gangling youth with purple hair sat next to his father. Then he patted the left seat, and said tonelessly, "B-Chan."
Gohan sighed and sat across from me, also knowing his place. He patted the seat next to him for Videl to sit. Confused by the seating, the other boy simply sat next to Videl, and the Earthling woman with light blue hair who had to be none other then 'B-Chan's' mother, sat next to the purple-haired boy. The last member- a young man who looked exactly like my grandfather, sat down next to me- the only seat left.
"Marron," I said loudly and immediately my serving girl bowed and entered the room. She was my personal slave- and her only purpose was to follow me around and do my bidding. The fact that I could call on her at any time, knowing that she would be there, was sort of nice…and it made guests think that I actually know most of the servants' names. Earthlings like that kind of thing, it made us 'barbarians' seem a little less…barbaric to them. "Food." She bowed once again and left.
"So…Pan," Videl started, sounding a little nervous. "Do you want to know why we've brought others this time?"
"How are you doing mother?" I asked, ignoring her question. It was customary for a host to feed his or her guests, before asking any questions, but since my parents came without warning with guests…nothing special was prepared. In this type of situation, Grandpa told me that I should make small 'chatter' if they were Earthlings. Saiyans would already understand this custom and we would have sat here in silence, waiting for the food- Saiyans don't need any useless talking. "How is your life on Earth? My brother?"
"Your brother's here Pan," Gohan said, sounding a bit miffed. Since Gohan was brought up by his mother…the Earthling woman named Chi Chi, Grandpa and I consider him and his wife Earthlings…therefore we call him by his Earthling name.
"I'm your brother," The young man sitting next to Videl spoke up. When I just stared at him blankly for a moment, he said, "My name's Gokun."
"Gokun,"I repeated uncertainly, staring at my father. In truth I didn't know what I had expected…my brother's name had never come up since I didn't ask, but I had expected… "That's not a Saiyan name."
Vegeta snorted, and both Videl and Gohan fidgeted.
"It's a sort of tradition now…" Gohan said, trying to act calm. "After all both Goten and my name's aren't Saiyan names."
"But you have Saiyan names," I said quietly. Gohan and the man next to me stared at me in confusion. "Retsuke…or have you forgotten father? And I'm not sure who are referring to as 'Goten', but your brother's name is Karifure."
"Califlower?" The man next to me laughed. Vegeta glared at him, and I remained silent. "How can my name possibly be that?"
"Hey! Don't look at me," Gohan protested. "My name's Letuce!"
"Saiyan names do sound like food in Earth- Japanese," I said calmly, and the two brothers immediately sobered. Vegeta snorted at me, and I smirked back. I suppose he decided to do the 'Saiyan thing' and not speak- so…Grandpa would kill me if I said anything to him. And he kept his name…? So he isn't like Gohan…
"Sweetie- how is your Grandfather treating you?" Videl asked, sounding a bit concerned. "He's not being hard on you is he? You're acting a bit different…?"
I groaned inwardly. It never failed- during each visit Videl has to pop that question… She must blame herself or something for the fact that I grew up without my parents or something stupid like that. "I'm fine."
"You're probably wondering why I've never come to visit you before now," Gokun said, when a long silence filled the room. Earthlings…they seem to think that they have to fill every gap in a conversation or they get uneasy- I may never understand them. "Well…I've always known that I have a older sister, but I've been afraid to meet you."
"Afraid?" I raised an eyebrow. "Of what? We don't eat Earthlings."
Vegeta snorted.
"Well…more afraid of my Grandfather," Gokun made a weird face that I've never seen an Earthling make before. "Mum and Dad have always been afraid that he would take me away from them too…and I really didn't want to leave."
"Oh," was all I said, knowing that he had expected a reaction. But why should I care that my 'parent's' raised him to be a coward? I should have expected that from him…his Earthlingness, but somehow I hadn't…
"Pan?" Videl fidgeted again. I stared at her calmly, waiting for her to speak. Obviously she had came here for a reason and was about to tell me it…but…Grandpa will kill me if I let her tell me right now…
I sighed, "We'll talk after food."
"After…food?" Everyone was staring at me as if I had said something funny…except Vegeta. In unison they started laughing their heads off, and I stared at them quizzically. What was wrong with food?
"And here I thought that you were completely inhuman," The purple haired boy said, laughing his head off. "After all the scary stories Gokun told me!"
"Stupid Earthlings," I said under my breath in Saiyan and Vegeta snorted. In Japanese I growled, "I can't talk in Japanese perfectly- so what? Theirs no point in laughing about it."
"You put up a good show honey," Videl tried to reassure me, placing her hand on my arm. I jerked away from her touch, glaring around at the table. "Pan?"
"Pan! Didn't I tell you to be kind to the Earthlings?" Grandpa barked at me in the Saiyan tongue. I stood up so quickly that my chair fell over, and everyone stared at me in shock, excluding Vegeta. "How many times do I have to tell you? Useless child! If they weren't the ones who spawned you then I'd throw you out of here with no dinner!"
"Genchi, genchi," I said, my voice humbly, but my face blank. "But they laughed at my Japanese-."
"They have a right to- it's horrible," Grandpa growled, sitting down next to me. "Which reminds me…the duo that spawned you and I have to have a little talk about that…but first- where are those lazy slaves and the food?"
"I sent Marron," I said, sitting down again. "She should be back in a few minutes."
"It's almost nice to see you again…Gohan," Grandpa said, switching back to Japanese. Vegeta was smirking at me across the table, and I was tempted to glare back, but mindful of my Grandfather sitting next to me who would be less then amused by such behavior, I kept my face blank.
"You too…father," Gohan said, stiffening. "How's my mother doing?"
I stiffened at the mentioning of Grandma, but Grandpa didn't even blink. "Peache died a few days ago…"
"Mother died?" Gohan was the one who stood up abruptly now, his chair likewise falling over. "When were you going to inform me? And why did you call her Peache?"
"Her Earthling name…Chi Chi," Grandpa spit the name out as if it were venom. "Didn't please either of us. Now…Gohan- I can't contact you on Earth- you know that. I was waiting…for when you would visit me…or rather Pan."
"We came…to bring her back with us," Gohan said suddenly, picking his chair back up and sitting back down. "You promised- when she turns 18 she would come back for a year or so. She needs to know about the real world."
Grandpa snarled and Vegeta snorted. I sat very still. How come no one told me about that promise? Did Grandma know? Why didn't she tell me? I stared at Grandpa questioningly, but he ignored my gaze.
"Vegeta-sama," He said in Saiyan, though he was staring at Gohan in contempt. "I know it isn't custom for us to talk business before we have our stomachs full, but these Earthlings won't respect that custom, so I suggest we break it for today."
"What is this talk of the onna going to Earth for a year?" Vegeta snarled back. "It isn't Saiyan custom…"
"My mate asked me to- it was her death wish," Grandpa said, still staring at Gohan with loathing. "So I think, I must ask a favor."
I knew better then to break into their conversation- afterall both held higher status then me. But I couldn't help myself, "Why would Grandma do such-."
"Quiet child!" Grandpa hissed, whirling around to glare at me, his fist held in the air as if he were about to plummel me into the ground. Everyone at the table besides the two full grown Saiyans and of course me gasped. "You learn nothing! Go pack!"
"I won't go," I said, without thought. This time he did hit me and I was thrown to the floor from the impact. I stared up at him, defiantly. "What? Can you blame me for not wanting to be around weaklings?"
"If you don't remember," Grandpa hissed, his eyes glowering dangerously. "You are one yourself. Get up! Don't you have any respect for my dead mate? You will go and that's final! Marron will help you pack."
With that he turned his back to me and began talking to Vegeta again. I stood up mutely, bowed to his turned back and left the room, ignoring my mother's cries. There was nothing I could do. I would have to go to Earth…and try not to kill anyone.
"Mistress?" Marron asked cautiously.
"We're leaving- pack my things. I want nothing but training clothes," I snapped carelessly in Saiyan. Marron bowed and hurried away from me, knowing that I would wait for her there. At least on Earth I'll be able to train…right?
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Um…another weird chapter O.,o…;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; I guess you people don't like it… but that's okay, cause I'll keep on writing it anyway- I like it even if the plot is weird O.,o… anyway things should be picking up soon…not that anyone cares O.,o;;;;; don't worry I love you guys anyway ^-^;;;;;;;;;
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Title: Kami's House
Chapter Title: The Decision
Author: Evil Child
Disclaimer: *runs away from random people chasing her* NO! I swear! I didn't say I owned DBZ!!!!
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AN: Um…well people- I don't know what the pairings going to be…v.v;;;;; Sorry- things are going to pick up in the next chapter…it's kinda slow… I think… sorry…!!! *sweatdrop* um…but PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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"Kakorrat! I demand to see you right now!" The man that had to be no other then Prince Vegeta stamped his foot angrily. I smirked quietly to myself and tapped the short man on his back. He whirled around and glared at me through piercing eyes.
"My grandfather will join us in the Triculina as soon as he finishes with…business," I said, stressing the Saiyan word for Dining Room. "If you would join me my Prince…?"
Vegeta merely snorted, crossing his arms. I took this as an affirmative, and began walking towards where my mother and father were no doubt waiting for me. It was a short walk to the main hall and when they got there, they were met with a group of slightly miffed people.
"Pan!" Videl said, her eyes shinning as she rushed over to hug me. I stood stiffly, allowing her to drape her arms delicately around me, but my face remained impassively. As far as I'm concerned my parents are little better then strangers to me and the only reason I put up with them is the fact that my grandfather asked me to…more like ordered me too.
"Pan," Gohan greeted me with a sad smile. "We brought some guests this time…because Vegeta insisted."
"I see," was all I said in reply. "If you would join me in the tri- dining room, my grandfather will join us shortly."
"Don't you want us to introduce you to…?" Videl's voice trailed off when she found she was talking to my retreating form. Vegeta was following me without hesitation and a few seconds later the others joined us.
Opening an intricately designed glass door, I allowed Vegeta to enter before me and then followed behind him. He smirked at me as he sat down at the head of the table. I sat to the right of the head of the other side of the table. We both knew our places.
"Boy- sit here," Vegeta snapped and a gangling youth with purple hair sat next to his father. Then he patted the left seat, and said tonelessly, "B-Chan."
Gohan sighed and sat across from me, also knowing his place. He patted the seat next to him for Videl to sit. Confused by the seating, the other boy simply sat next to Videl, and the Earthling woman with light blue hair who had to be none other then 'B-Chan's' mother, sat next to the purple-haired boy. The last member- a young man who looked exactly like my grandfather, sat down next to me- the only seat left.
"Marron," I said loudly and immediately my serving girl bowed and entered the room. She was my personal slave- and her only purpose was to follow me around and do my bidding. The fact that I could call on her at any time, knowing that she would be there, was sort of nice…and it made guests think that I actually know most of the servants' names. Earthlings like that kind of thing, it made us 'barbarians' seem a little less…barbaric to them. "Food." She bowed once again and left.
"So…Pan," Videl started, sounding a little nervous. "Do you want to know why we've brought others this time?"
"How are you doing mother?" I asked, ignoring her question. It was customary for a host to feed his or her guests, before asking any questions, but since my parents came without warning with guests…nothing special was prepared. In this type of situation, Grandpa told me that I should make small 'chatter' if they were Earthlings. Saiyans would already understand this custom and we would have sat here in silence, waiting for the food- Saiyans don't need any useless talking. "How is your life on Earth? My brother?"
"Your brother's here Pan," Gohan said, sounding a bit miffed. Since Gohan was brought up by his mother…the Earthling woman named Chi Chi, Grandpa and I consider him and his wife Earthlings…therefore we call him by his Earthling name.
"I'm your brother," The young man sitting next to Videl spoke up. When I just stared at him blankly for a moment, he said, "My name's Gokun."
"Gokun,"I repeated uncertainly, staring at my father. In truth I didn't know what I had expected…my brother's name had never come up since I didn't ask, but I had expected… "That's not a Saiyan name."
Vegeta snorted, and both Videl and Gohan fidgeted.
"It's a sort of tradition now…" Gohan said, trying to act calm. "After all both Goten and my name's aren't Saiyan names."
"But you have Saiyan names," I said quietly. Gohan and the man next to me stared at me in confusion. "Retsuke…or have you forgotten father? And I'm not sure who are referring to as 'Goten', but your brother's name is Karifure."
"Califlower?" The man next to me laughed. Vegeta glared at him, and I remained silent. "How can my name possibly be that?"
"Hey! Don't look at me," Gohan protested. "My name's Letuce!"
"Saiyan names do sound like food in Earth- Japanese," I said calmly, and the two brothers immediately sobered. Vegeta snorted at me, and I smirked back. I suppose he decided to do the 'Saiyan thing' and not speak- so…Grandpa would kill me if I said anything to him. And he kept his name…? So he isn't like Gohan…
"Sweetie- how is your Grandfather treating you?" Videl asked, sounding a bit concerned. "He's not being hard on you is he? You're acting a bit different…?"
I groaned inwardly. It never failed- during each visit Videl has to pop that question… She must blame herself or something for the fact that I grew up without my parents or something stupid like that. "I'm fine."
"You're probably wondering why I've never come to visit you before now," Gokun said, when a long silence filled the room. Earthlings…they seem to think that they have to fill every gap in a conversation or they get uneasy- I may never understand them. "Well…I've always known that I have a older sister, but I've been afraid to meet you."
"Afraid?" I raised an eyebrow. "Of what? We don't eat Earthlings."
Vegeta snorted.
"Well…more afraid of my Grandfather," Gokun made a weird face that I've never seen an Earthling make before. "Mum and Dad have always been afraid that he would take me away from them too…and I really didn't want to leave."
"Oh," was all I said, knowing that he had expected a reaction. But why should I care that my 'parent's' raised him to be a coward? I should have expected that from him…his Earthlingness, but somehow I hadn't…
"Pan?" Videl fidgeted again. I stared at her calmly, waiting for her to speak. Obviously she had came here for a reason and was about to tell me it…but…Grandpa will kill me if I let her tell me right now…
I sighed, "We'll talk after food."
"After…food?" Everyone was staring at me as if I had said something funny…except Vegeta. In unison they started laughing their heads off, and I stared at them quizzically. What was wrong with food?
"And here I thought that you were completely inhuman," The purple haired boy said, laughing his head off. "After all the scary stories Gokun told me!"
"Stupid Earthlings," I said under my breath in Saiyan and Vegeta snorted. In Japanese I growled, "I can't talk in Japanese perfectly- so what? Theirs no point in laughing about it."
"You put up a good show honey," Videl tried to reassure me, placing her hand on my arm. I jerked away from her touch, glaring around at the table. "Pan?"
"Pan! Didn't I tell you to be kind to the Earthlings?" Grandpa barked at me in the Saiyan tongue. I stood up so quickly that my chair fell over, and everyone stared at me in shock, excluding Vegeta. "How many times do I have to tell you? Useless child! If they weren't the ones who spawned you then I'd throw you out of here with no dinner!"
"Genchi, genchi," I said, my voice humbly, but my face blank. "But they laughed at my Japanese-."
"They have a right to- it's horrible," Grandpa growled, sitting down next to me. "Which reminds me…the duo that spawned you and I have to have a little talk about that…but first- where are those lazy slaves and the food?"
"I sent Marron," I said, sitting down again. "She should be back in a few minutes."
"It's almost nice to see you again…Gohan," Grandpa said, switching back to Japanese. Vegeta was smirking at me across the table, and I was tempted to glare back, but mindful of my Grandfather sitting next to me who would be less then amused by such behavior, I kept my face blank.
"You too…father," Gohan said, stiffening. "How's my mother doing?"
I stiffened at the mentioning of Grandma, but Grandpa didn't even blink. "Peache died a few days ago…"
"Mother died?" Gohan was the one who stood up abruptly now, his chair likewise falling over. "When were you going to inform me? And why did you call her Peache?"
"Her Earthling name…Chi Chi," Grandpa spit the name out as if it were venom. "Didn't please either of us. Now…Gohan- I can't contact you on Earth- you know that. I was waiting…for when you would visit me…or rather Pan."
"We came…to bring her back with us," Gohan said suddenly, picking his chair back up and sitting back down. "You promised- when she turns 18 she would come back for a year or so. She needs to know about the real world."
Grandpa snarled and Vegeta snorted. I sat very still. How come no one told me about that promise? Did Grandma know? Why didn't she tell me? I stared at Grandpa questioningly, but he ignored my gaze.
"Vegeta-sama," He said in Saiyan, though he was staring at Gohan in contempt. "I know it isn't custom for us to talk business before we have our stomachs full, but these Earthlings won't respect that custom, so I suggest we break it for today."
"What is this talk of the onna going to Earth for a year?" Vegeta snarled back. "It isn't Saiyan custom…"
"My mate asked me to- it was her death wish," Grandpa said, still staring at Gohan with loathing. "So I think, I must ask a favor."
I knew better then to break into their conversation- afterall both held higher status then me. But I couldn't help myself, "Why would Grandma do such-."
"Quiet child!" Grandpa hissed, whirling around to glare at me, his fist held in the air as if he were about to plummel me into the ground. Everyone at the table besides the two full grown Saiyans and of course me gasped. "You learn nothing! Go pack!"
"I won't go," I said, without thought. This time he did hit me and I was thrown to the floor from the impact. I stared up at him, defiantly. "What? Can you blame me for not wanting to be around weaklings?"
"If you don't remember," Grandpa hissed, his eyes glowering dangerously. "You are one yourself. Get up! Don't you have any respect for my dead mate? You will go and that's final! Marron will help you pack."
With that he turned his back to me and began talking to Vegeta again. I stood up mutely, bowed to his turned back and left the room, ignoring my mother's cries. There was nothing I could do. I would have to go to Earth…and try not to kill anyone.
"Mistress?" Marron asked cautiously.
"We're leaving- pack my things. I want nothing but training clothes," I snapped carelessly in Saiyan. Marron bowed and hurried away from me, knowing that I would wait for her there. At least on Earth I'll be able to train…right?
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Um…another weird chapter O.,o…;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;; I guess you people don't like it… but that's okay, cause I'll keep on writing it anyway- I like it even if the plot is weird O.,o… anyway things should be picking up soon…not that anyone cares O.,o;;;;; don't worry I love you guys anyway ^-^;;;;;;;;;
Thanks to:
Luca-
I am waiting for next chapter
~ hey! Thanks for the review, I hope I got this chapter out quick enough (I'm gonna try to post another one tomorrow…if I remember) sorry…I think it's kinda been a long time ^-^;;;;;;;;; GOMEN!!!!
Veresti-
Ooooh! Very very interesting! So when are ya gonna get the next chapter out? I'm waiting... *taps foot impatiently* Well? I'm still waiting... *taps foot* I'm going to tap my feet until the new chapter is out, and that can get pretty damn annoying... *continues to tap foot impatiently* ::::Sigh:::: Tapping is boring... But I'm still going to do it until you get the next chapter out... ::::Tap::::Tap:::Tap:::
~Ack! *falls to the ground, covering her head and rocking back and forth* STOP!!! PLEASE STOP TAPPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M SORRY!!!!!! I WROTE IT AS SOON AS I COOULD!!!! JUST STOP TAPPING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *runs away*~
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