Mori never mentioned that scene to any one, let alone Piccolo. No matter how hard she wanted to tell somebody, for somebody to hold her, her pride kept her from doing so. She didn't want to look weak.
She thought that would be the last time she would see that demon, but that was not the case. Every time she looked in a mirror, a very clean window, or even her reflection in water, the face would be there. Always there, and that voice would tell her to give in. To give up. After a month, she had to avoid looking at any reflective surfaces.
The pressure on her skull was always there though. The pressure that reminded her of the demon hidden in her brain. After a while, she could keep the pressure at bay with out even thinking about it. Other days, it felt like somebody was trying to rip her skull off.
A few years later, she just got use to it. The pain wasn't as bad and the voices stopped when she told it to stop. The bad dreams slowly exited from her thoughts. Now, at the age of thirteen, the nightmares no longer troubled her sleep.
She was now a strong young lady who has two hormonal guy friends. Her figure began to grow definite curves as her arms, legs, and torso began to slim out with lean muscle. Her ears grew, making her look like an elf. Although she is only thirteen, she matched Trunk's. So she was about five feet tall, if you wanted specifics, and was still growing.
Her fashion sense hadn't changed much. Her gi was still black, and she still wore her weighted cape. Two bracelets, each on a wrist. It was gold with a jade jewel in the middle. Gohan and Trunks gave her those four years ago.
The only difference in her outfit, besides the bracelets, was her pants, or, well, the lack of pants. She, instead, wore a long black skirt with gold designs in the form of a dragon. The skirt went two inches above her ankles. The skirt was cut into a severed on both right and left sides, showing her legs up to her knees. She still ran about shoeless.
She was never interested in dating other boys or make up or any other human female custom at that age. She despised being around Marron and Bulla because they were too girly for her liking. She would rather romp around with the boys instead, well when they had time.
Chi-Chi and Bulma wanted the boys to become social with other kids, so they enrolled them into the same private school, because public wasn't enough for their babies. Chi-Chi asked Mori if she wanted to join too, but declined because she didn't want to be around little rich brats. Gohan also had his family and had a job as well.
She either had three options. She could train or meditate with Piccolo, she could train with Vegeta, or, if she was really desperate, she could 'hang' with the two girls. They annoyed her to great heights, yet she needed to talk to someone.
Today was not that desperate of a day, yet.
Piccolo was busy meditating. Although Mori would have gladly joined him, the voice in her head was feeling peculiar that morning. She needed something else to do. So here she was, rocketing to the Brief household.
She landed near the house; the building was a third home to her, and walked into the threshold. The alien has been here so many times that she just lets herself in.
Vegeta lay lazily on the couch in front of the television. Bra sat in front of the couch, leaning against the coffee table while she colored paper with waxy crayons. It was his time to babysit his daughter. He would glance down at her every once in a while to make sure she hadn't run off.
A commercial phased in to McDonald's when the prince heard the door open.
Vegeta knew that his wife wouldn't be home for six more hours, and the boy would be in school for another two hours. Bulma's parents went on vacation as well. The only other person who would enter the building without knocking would be Mori.
With out looking up he said, "Well, well, well. Why am I graced with your presence brat?"
Mori's head appeared over his, "Oh shut it Vegeta." She walked around the couch to lean against the wall wear the TV hung.
Bulla looked up from her picture and smiled, "Hi Mori! Wanna color!"
The teen growled, "No." The toddler shrugged and went on to drawing whatever the hell the green blob was.
Vegeta sat up and popped his back, "Someone is in bad mood."
Mori shook her head as she rubbed her head, "I just have a head-ach and I am board as fuck." Bulla raised her head at the bad word and stuck her tongue out at her, "That's a bad word. Mama says no bad words in the house."
Mori snorted, "Trust me kid, your mother couldn't stop me from swearing as much as she tried to get your daddy dearest to stop. You should know that by now."
Vegeta stood from the couch, "She is not as 'brilliant' as you were brat, thank Dende for that. So leave it be." The teen rolled her eyes as she watched Vegeta enter the kitchen and come out with a bottle of beer in his hand. He took a swing. He said, "Well we can't spar today, unfortunately. I have to watch Bulla."
The alien smirked, "That woman has you whipped Veggie."
The sayian sneered, "You don't even know what I was like before I met that accursed woman, child. And don't call me that little bitch." The girl shrugged, "It is either Veggie or idiot. I am fine with either. Or would you like me to call you shorty? I have many names for you oh so mighty prince."
The prince glared daggers at the ginger. Mori crossed her arms and smirked.
Just then, the door opened to Trunks and Goten. Trunks raised his hand before anyone said anything, "We were excused early because the school was lit on fire. Second, we did not light the school on fire." Vegeta waved them off as he made his way to the couch, "What ever, just don't bother me."
Mori looked over at Goten and noticed how pale he was. She was about to ask when Trunks brought his hand to shush her, "I'll tell you when we get to my room." He grabbed Mori's and Goten's arms and dragged them up to his room. He threw them into the room as he slammed the door behind him. He tossed his school bag onto his bed. Goten slowly sat on Trunk's twirly chair while he rubbed his face with his hands.
Mori finally asked, "What's wrong with him?"
Trunks rubbed his neck, "Well, he has been asked out on a date with the cutest girl at school and he said yes."
The alien raised an eyebrow, "That's it?"
Goten raised his head from his hands, "I haven't had my first kiss yet!" The teen sighed, "Seriously, that's what you are freaking about?" Goten stood from the chair, "You don't understand, everyone got their first kiss! Even Trunks! She would want to kiss and I wouldn't know what to do!"
The ginger raised her hands up, "What do you expect me to do about it!" She looked between her friends. The boys gave her a pleading, puppy dog kind of look. Her eyes widened when she figured what they wanted her to do. She shook her head, "No. I am not going to kiss you Goten. Wasn't that kiss at that Christmas party your first kiss?"
Goten 'whimpered', "No! It's not the same if it isn't on the lips. Please Mori! You were Trunk's first kiss. Come on, please?" She narrowed her eyes down at the sayain as he got to his knees and raised his hands, begging her to be his first kiss.
She cursed herself for falling for his pleas. She growled, "Fine, just get up off of your knees boy." Goten did as he told. He wiped off imaginary dust from his jeans.
Just like the time she kissed Trunks, she looked Goten straight in the eye as she grabbed a fist full of his shirt. She roughly pulled the half-sayian towards her. She pressed her lips against Goten's and kept him there for a few seconds before pulling away. She let go of his shirt as she wiped her lips with her thumb. "There? Happy?"
Goten stood paralyzed for a moment or two before nodding dumbly. She huffed and turned away from them. She looked at Trunk's bag, "I might as well and help you two with your homework. I know how hard history is to you too."
Another one for you guys. Hope that confuses everybody on who will be the magic couple! Anyways, there will be another filler chapter or two before it gets back to the main plot. These fillers just add to the romance. Anyways, hope you like the story! If you don't, then stop reading. Just sayian Ha! Sayian... ok, that was a lame joke and a cliché one at that.
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