Hi! And welcome to the next chapter of Operation Revenge, that has long
been depraved of my attention.
Sorry people, been extremely busy seen I've been on this course, and only now that they've actually let up. Didn't help that I had to start this chapter from scratch after loosing the whole thing, thanks to my father's need of erasing everything on the drive, while I'm away on residential course.
This chapter isn't as big as usual but I'll make up for it in the next chapter, I just wanted to put something up finally!
Well hope it's ok. I sort of had to read my own story so I could remember what to write about because it's been so long.
Thank you for all the reviews from all of you, and from now on I'll try to bring a new chapter more often, and not wait about seven months. Thank you for waiting patiently.
From Chichigal
Chapter 8b
Watch out for Vegeta. I mean Goten!
"Oh Kami!!" Screeched Chibi Gohan in horror, as he saw the young boy scowl his way.
Trunks looked at his friend with worry, and then paled abruptly.
"Oh No! We are so dead!" Screamed Trunks in panic, pulling insanely at his lavender hair.
"Who said we! You're one who said the wish!" Growled Chibi Gohan, his eyes narrowing at the young saiyan prince.
"Would you baka's just shut up! I'm trying to think here!"
"Yes Vege. Goten." Replied the two-scared chibi's.
Goten smirked almost happily at the sound of fear in the voices of his fellow saiyans, then grinned in a gleeful way, sending the two other boys in a shaking fit.
"Hmmm. I've got an idea."
"Wow! So this is the apartment!" Muttered Gohan in awe.
The place was equipped with top of the range everything. Obviously from capsule corp. and everything seemed to gleam and shine unnaturally, but what caught the teen demi-saiyans eyes was the large fridge that stood out from kitchen, and drool couldn't help but escape from his mouth.
"Yeah. I." Videl's sentenced stopped when she realised that the teenager wasn't by her side anymore, and instead burying himself in the glorious fridge, supplied with a vast amount of food that could possibly feed the whole of Satan City, but probably serve as a snack for the young saiyan.
She let out a large sigh, and then rolled her eyes in irritation. Then threw herself onto the comfortable sofa in the adjoining sitting room. She grabbed the remote from the coffee table, switched the large television, and turned lazy blue eyes at the screen, which abruptly widened.
Bulma almost grinned in a Vegeta like way at the 'painful' meeting between granddaughter and grandmother, but decided to put an end the young female saiyan torture.
"Ummm. I think you better let go before you loose your new grandchild."
Chichi blinked in confusion at her friend comment, then loosened her clutch at the now purple, air-depraved Son Pan. Trunks ran to Pan in horror of her ordeal and immediately asked if she was alright, an arm tossed around the young girls shoulder in a comforting way, while Chichi all the while continued cooing happily at the gasping girl.
Bulma rolled her eyes at the slightly younger woman, then widened at the older version of her son, who was oblivious to anyone but Pan. She grinned almost immediately at the close quarters between the two as a Chichi-like craze entered her eyes.
"Grandchildren!" Whispered the genius absently with a grin, while the mayhem continued around her.
To be continued..
Sorry people, been extremely busy seen I've been on this course, and only now that they've actually let up. Didn't help that I had to start this chapter from scratch after loosing the whole thing, thanks to my father's need of erasing everything on the drive, while I'm away on residential course.
This chapter isn't as big as usual but I'll make up for it in the next chapter, I just wanted to put something up finally!
Well hope it's ok. I sort of had to read my own story so I could remember what to write about because it's been so long.
Thank you for all the reviews from all of you, and from now on I'll try to bring a new chapter more often, and not wait about seven months. Thank you for waiting patiently.
From Chichigal
Chapter 8b
Watch out for Vegeta. I mean Goten!
"Oh Kami!!" Screeched Chibi Gohan in horror, as he saw the young boy scowl his way.
Trunks looked at his friend with worry, and then paled abruptly.
"Oh No! We are so dead!" Screamed Trunks in panic, pulling insanely at his lavender hair.
"Who said we! You're one who said the wish!" Growled Chibi Gohan, his eyes narrowing at the young saiyan prince.
"Would you baka's just shut up! I'm trying to think here!"
"Yes Vege. Goten." Replied the two-scared chibi's.
Goten smirked almost happily at the sound of fear in the voices of his fellow saiyans, then grinned in a gleeful way, sending the two other boys in a shaking fit.
"Hmmm. I've got an idea."
"Wow! So this is the apartment!" Muttered Gohan in awe.
The place was equipped with top of the range everything. Obviously from capsule corp. and everything seemed to gleam and shine unnaturally, but what caught the teen demi-saiyans eyes was the large fridge that stood out from kitchen, and drool couldn't help but escape from his mouth.
"Yeah. I." Videl's sentenced stopped when she realised that the teenager wasn't by her side anymore, and instead burying himself in the glorious fridge, supplied with a vast amount of food that could possibly feed the whole of Satan City, but probably serve as a snack for the young saiyan.
She let out a large sigh, and then rolled her eyes in irritation. Then threw herself onto the comfortable sofa in the adjoining sitting room. She grabbed the remote from the coffee table, switched the large television, and turned lazy blue eyes at the screen, which abruptly widened.
Bulma almost grinned in a Vegeta like way at the 'painful' meeting between granddaughter and grandmother, but decided to put an end the young female saiyan torture.
"Ummm. I think you better let go before you loose your new grandchild."
Chichi blinked in confusion at her friend comment, then loosened her clutch at the now purple, air-depraved Son Pan. Trunks ran to Pan in horror of her ordeal and immediately asked if she was alright, an arm tossed around the young girls shoulder in a comforting way, while Chichi all the while continued cooing happily at the gasping girl.
Bulma rolled her eyes at the slightly younger woman, then widened at the older version of her son, who was oblivious to anyone but Pan. She grinned almost immediately at the close quarters between the two as a Chichi-like craze entered her eyes.
"Grandchildren!" Whispered the genius absently with a grin, while the mayhem continued around her.
To be continued..