The Taming of the Saiyan
By Romania Black
I recently watched a WCL Kickboxing special...I'd never watched anything like that before, and I actually enjoyed it! ha ha, it brought a side of my childhood WCW love back into my life. (Go MACHO MAN!!!) ha ha, anyway, watching the fighters kickbox actually helped me get a handle on how I'd like to do some action sequences in my future stories...should they get written! bwahaha! Just wanted to share that with you all:)
Anyway, to digress from that, onto CHAPTER 37!!! YAY! I can't believe I'm already here. I hope you liked the last chapter, and this one is pretty humorous to me...it was fun to write, but took FOREVER because I'm so busy right now. Sorry:(
With school starting up, the chapter's may come in slower than usual..Please forgive me! I'm trying to get this to you as soon as possible, and also get this story done, because I want to get to the final two chapters SO BAD! LOL, I already have an idea for them...it's just getting it in writing that's the problem. Heh, but enough of my fickle worries! ENJOY THE CHAPTER!!!
Disclaimer: I own NOTHING of Akira Toriyama...but if he wishes to use any of my ideas...GO FOR IT!
This fic is rated T for TEEN due to Brief Language, Mild Sexual Themes, Alcohol Reference/Consumption, and Mild Violence Action.
Reviews:
Kumori Ookami: Aw! I know! I can't wait til you all get to see him/her! ha ha definately a cute baby! And yes, Trunks may seem lonely, but he's content for the moment I think deep down...but you never know. How can he be lonely when he has ME? -weirded out Trunks runs away- Noooo! -Runs after him- Thanks for the review! Enjoy the story!
Sinful Sakura: Yeah, finally Marron is preggers! ha ha, of course Vegeta and the cookie dough! His new trademark! ha ha, oh yes, it'll have to be a Go--name for sure...but is it a boy or girl? bwahaha, only I know! ha ha, well, ciao for now! I hope you enjoy this chapter just as much!
Witch of Erie Knoll: Ha ha, and Baby DOES make three! lol, I'm so happy you're still loving the story! Thanks so much for the review! Tell me how that book publishing thing is coming! I want to know, in case I decide to publish something one of these days! -Trunks rolls eyes- Hey, it could happen!!! Hope you enjoy the story!
Tony: There's no need to apologize, bud! I'm just overjoyed you sent in your comment:) Yes, Goten is going to train with Roshi, but more in the next chapters than this one...but it does get set up here. Same with Marron. The sequel story I'm thinking of doing after this one, will be more action than romance, but still be humorous. As I get more into DBZ, I think the next story will go along with it better..and not with GT (I try to keep from that angle a bit) anywhoo, I'm so happy you're enjoying this story and I thank you for the review! The next chapter will deal more with training than this one, but I hope you still enjoy it nonetheless!
Ace8488: Aw! Thanks! I'm so glad you found that humorous too! The briefs family is just too funny not to write about! ha ha, I'm glad you're enjoying the story and I hope you enjoy the next chapter too:) Thanks for the review!
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Romania Black
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Burnt Toast and A Baby's Room
"YOU'RE WHAT?" Videl cried out, hugging Marron for the second time since they'd entered the room. Goten had convinced the blonde that telling his side of the family first would be a better option, as Marron didn't know how 18 was going to react to the news just yet. Videl embraced Marron as Chi Chi slowly edged by with an unamused look on her face.
"Please," Chi Chi said with a slight roll to her eyes, "I already knew she was. She wasn't just sick you know."
"Hush up," Videl snapped, glaring at her mother-in-law for a second, then smiling back to Marron, "I'm so happy for you!"
"Thanks," Marron blushed, "We were excited when we found out," She gave Goten a sincere smile, and the Demi-Saiyan winked and nodded his head deeply.
Gohan walked into the room, obviously curious as to Videl's earlier hollering. "What's going on?"
Chi Chi sighed and pushed past him towards the kitchen as Videl smiled broadly, "Marron's going to have a baby!"
"You're pregnant?" Gohan said with a slightly apalled stare; his eyes glanced towards Goten, who looked happy beyond words, and smiled despite his surprise it was this soon, "Congratulations, you two."
"Thanks," the couple smiled as Gohan came up and embraced Marron and shook Goten's hand. Chi Chi returned from the kitchen carrying a tray that had iced tea and filled glasses resting on it.
"Here," Chi Chi said with a small sigh and a smile lit her aging face, "Have some tea, dear. We don't want that baby going unnourished!" She said with a quirky tone to her voice, smiling broadly as Marron took a seat. Although Chi Chi had tried to hide it, she was simply overjoyed at the prospect of being a grandmother again, and was more than willing to show it now that Videl had had her little celebration.
"Chi Chi, thank you," Marron sipped the tea and sat down. Goten stood next to Gohan as Videl took a seat beside Marron, her hands writhing within each other in excitement.
"Oh, this is going to be great! Have you thought about the baby's room yet?"
Marron paused, and set her glass down, looking towards her husband. "You know, we actually haven't."
Goten gave Marron a curious look, "Do you think we could make that spare room by the back door a baby's room?"
"I'm sure we could," The blonde said with a sigh, sipping some of her tea, "We could start painting it tommorrow or next week--"
"EXCUSE ME?" Chi Chi said in a suddenly thunderous voice. Marron's glass slipped from her hand for a second, and Goten stared fearfully at his mother. Chi Chi rested her hands on her hips, "She is not going to be painting anything!"
"Wha--why?" Goten stared at his mother.
"She's pregnant now! We can't have her huffing paint fumes! It might hurt the baby!" Chi Chi said with a level of concern in her voice. She shook her head, "No, Marron can stay here, while you and Gohan paint the baby's room and get it ready."
"WHAT?" Gohan burst out.
"Stay with you?" Goten said in a quieter, but nonetheless troubled voice.
"What a great idea, Chi Chi!" Videl chimed in, smiling at her husband, "You don't have anything to do the next few weeks anyway! They let you off duty for vacation!"
"But--V--Videl," Gohan stammered, a small sweatdrop falling down the side of his face, "That's vacation...don't we want to spend time together during that?"
"Oh, you'll come home in the evenings and we can be together then!" Videl smiled, slightly wickedly. Gohan stuttered,
"B--But what about Pan? I should be spending some time with her too!"
"She's going to be training with Vegeta," Videl said with a sigh, "She'll be busy enough. You need to get out of the house anyway, Gohan." She said crossing her arms at her chest. Chi Chi poured Marron another glass of tea as the Demi-Saiyan sighed, adjusting his glasses.
"Fine," He said. Goten gave him a pat on the shoulder,
"It's okay, Bro! We'll have a lot of fun making the baby's room!" He looked with slight concern, though, at Chi Chi, "Does she have to stay here though, mom?"
"She can't be at the house when the paint is still wet, no." His mother said coolly, but her eyes were narrowed.
"So...can I stay here too?" Goten asked curiously. Videl smiled wide; she knew why he wanted to stay. She wished Gohan was more like that nowadays, and looked towards her husband, who stared at her as if trying to figure out what she wanted.
Chi Chi grinned, catching his reasons, as Marron's cheeks flushed, "Okay, fine, son. Of course," She leaned towards Marron as she sipped her tea, "Quite active, aren't we?" She whispered quietly, as Marron spewed tea all over the carpet.
Bulma stared at the time on the oven, only a few more minutes and the baked rice cakes would be done. Vegeta loved them, she knew because he constantly requested them. Well, he threatened her for them, but she referred that to requesting. Turning from the stove to the window by the sink, she started humming to herself as she wondered how Pan and Vegeta's lessons were going. Nothing had been destroyed yet to her knowledge, so she wasn't sure if that was a good sign.
It's such a nice day, She sighed as she continued humming, Those two'll be sparring for hours more probably...
No sooner had she said this, however, the kitchen door burst open, surprising Bulma enough to send her towards the edge of the countertop in surprise. Vegeta stormed in, the right long sleeve of his new suit Bulma had made him torn off, and his right knee had a dark spot that hinted of blood. Pan was following him within seconds, her hair in a loose ponytail, and her face had rough grazes on them, her forehead pink from where it had been struck. One of her shoes was missing, as she hobbled to the table where Vegeta sat down and gave his mate a husky stare.
"Food, woman!" He barked loudly, his face angry. Pan silently stared at Vegeta as her cheeks turned pink.
"Calm down, Vegeta! It's getting ready!" Bulma snapped and slapped two plates on the table. She calmed down and looked at her husband, who was glaring at her, but silent. "Why aren't you two still outside?"
Vegeta shot Pan a look and then looked back to his wife, "We were hungry and I decided that food would help us replenish ourselves."
Bulma looked at Pan after he said this, who was silent, but blushing, "Is this what he wanted? Or you?" She said with a crossing of her arms. Pan simply nodded her head slowly, "We...both are hungry," She said in a meek voice. Bulma had never really heard her talk like that before. Something was up.
"Vegeta, uhm," She looked toward the oven, the rice cakes were almost done. "Could you go get Trunks? He's upstairs, and tell him lunch is ready?" The Saiyan gave her a glare and leering look, but finally disappeared to the stairs and climbed them quickly. Bulma gave Pan a sharp look, "What happened?" She asked eagerly, leaning towards Pan, who nervously waited until Vegeta was out of sight.
"Well, we were sparring, and I grabbed his shirt, that's why it's ripped," Pan explained quietly, "So he got mad and punched me in the face," She motioned to her grazed cheek and forehead, "But I...uhm...I don't really know," Pan said slowly, her face full of confusion. "Something happened and he got super mad and tried to fire a blast at me that I KNOW was too strong for me to handle." She bent her head sideways, making sure he wasn't downstairs yet. She could make out him yelling something, most likely to Trunks. "Anyway, I got mad and threw my shoe at him," She motioned to her foot that only showed a sock. Bulma chuckled at this, "But that's about it. Then he said we needed lunch." She became quiet suddenly as Vegeta reentered the kitchen, Trunks looming sleepily behind him.
"Hi hun," Bulma offered, her eyes tracing from Pan to Trunks, who wiped his eyes, "Lunch is about ready."
"Thanks," The lavender haired warrior leaned over the table and gave Pan a casual grin as he noticed her, "Training going good?"
Pan's eyes involuntarily ran to Vegeta's, who glared at her, causing her to focus back onto Trunks, "Yeah..." She said with a slight nervousness, but she tried to hide it well. Vegeta snorted loudly as Bulma laid some baked rice cakes onto his plate,
"Next time don't be so loud when you tell my wife everything," His eyes dazzled with fury, and Pan paled; he'd heard her tell Bulma everything.
"Uhmmm...uh," Pan sputtered, not sure what she was even hoping to say.
Trunks looked from Vegeta to Pan back to Vegeta curiously, "Tell her what?"
"None of your business," The Saiyan scoffed at his son and dropped the subject, gobbling down his rice cakes. Trunks, Pan, and Bulma followed suite silently shortly thereafter. Finally, when their meal was done, Bulma wiped her mouth and gave her son a tedious look,
"Could you run outside and get me a few things out of the freezer to fix for dinner," Her eyes fell upon Pan, and as much as she hated to do it, "You could stay for dinner if you'd like, dear." She almost regretted the words as they left her tongue.
"That's alright," Pan said with a smile, "It'd probably be better if I go home tonight a little early. But thanks," She offered with a nod, and Bulma smiled, approving of the answer. The Demi-Saiyan promptly got up and went towards the freezer. Pan stood up a few moments later, "Are you going to spar some more shortly?" She asked with a hint of impatience. Vegeta growled,
"I will when I'm damned well and ready to!" He snarled, then gave her a slightly considerate glance, "Go outside and prepare...get a new shoe," He said with the bare tinge of a smirk on his face. Pan's eyes danced with excitement as she ran outside to get ready for sparring, round two.
Bulma turned to stare at her husband in the now quiet kitchen with just the two of them. "What's up with you? What happened out there?" She took a seat beside him, as the Saiyan prince ran a hand through his hair, his eyes glancing towards his wife, with something in them that she hadn't seen for a long time; confusion, and the tiniest portion of fear.
"She...," Vegeta stopped and looked as if wondering how to phrase what he wanted to say, something Bulma rarely saw of him. "Pan did something...that was, unusual." He stopped and glanced at his empty plate, his scowl on his lips deepening. Bulma gave him an incredulous look,
"What'd she do?" She asked. Before her husband gave her a clear cut answer, Trunks slid back into the kitchen with food in his hands, "I got what I thought you wanted," He glanced down, "Is this good?"
Bulma, angry that her son had interupted her, gave him a stern look, "Just go outside and get some more! Your father's hungry," She added after a moment, realizing how uncharacteristically harsh she had just been. Trunks obeyed silently, looking slightly hurt, and ran back out to the Freezer, but not until after he'd dumped the contents in his arms onto the counter.
Vegeta stood up, looking anxious to leave, but Bulma gripped his arm, "What do you mean unusual? Is Pan okay?"
"Why do I care?" The Saiyan scoffed loudly, then seeing his wife's expression, let his brow furrow, "She's fine; now let go of my arm!" He motioned to where the sleeve was ripped by Pan, and Bulma saw the purple bruise forming there.
"Vegeta! Your arm!" She gasped, pulling it closer to her; The Saiyan growled menacingly.
"It's nothing," He said, almost casually.
"Why on earth did you let this happen?" Bulma poked it and the Saiyan winced, "It's going to form a huge knot now!"
"Leave it alone!" Vegeta roared and snapped his arm from her, looking sour-faced and cross. Bulma placed her hands on her hips.
"What's up with you?" She thundered back in a voice that matched her husband's. Vegeta was walking out the door, when he stopped and looked over his shoulder at her, as if not wanting to meet her directly in the eye. The bare glimpse of his eyes showed not fear, or anger, but pure...embarassment, and slight concern.
"All you need to know is that we fought, and Pan almost...," He paused again, and his onyx eyes flickered from her a moment, then shot back slowly, "I was a Super Saiyan then...and she was almost enough to handle me." He finished sternly and slammed the screen door behind him.
Bulma stared at the closed door for a moment. Her husband was holding something back; a feat he usually never did. Something's up...I just don't know what...
"Hey," Trunks rushed in, his hands stuffed with food as before, "Will this be enough?"
The blue haired woman gave her son an exasperated but grateful look as she took the food from his arms, and pondered on what Vegeta was really worried about with Pan...
Marron flew alongside Goten as they passed over a clearing, the green grass and trees looking peaceful and miniscule below them. Occasionally, Goten would find himself glancing at Marron's stomache, unable to shake the thought of the tiny life that was now inside her. He gave her a casual grin and tilted his head her direction,
"So...how long until you can't work out anymore?" He asked calmly, with slight hesitance.
Marron turned her head towards her husband, her blonde hair flying distractively in her face, "Well, the doctor said I could for about the first few months, but then I need to take it easy, so as to not strain the baby." She placed a hand involuntarily on her stomach, and smiled after realizing she'd done this. I'm going to be a mother...
"Oh," Goten smiled, "I see."
"Why do you want to know?" Marron asked him curiously, brushing a lock of hair out of her face and behind her ear.
"Well, I figured that you could train with me and Roshi for a little while," Goten said with a smile, "Just to practice controlling your orb energy you learned when I taught you to fly."
The blonde stared back with a slightly concerned glance, "I don't know, Goten...It doesn't sound too safe."
"Just for the first few months!" Goten said eagerly, his black eyes dancing with excitement, "And then you can take it easy!"
"And you'll keep training?" Marron inquisitioned, as they flew towards a clearing where a road was visible and so was Marron's home.
Goten thought for a moment, "That's what I planned to do," He replied. "Unless you don't want me to."
Marron smiled, but she did so hesitantly, seeing how much this meaned to him, "Fine, I'll train for a little bit with you, but then, you're on your own!" She giggled and gave him a light kiss on the lips as they started to descend towards the ground.
18 was sitting out on the porch, her feet propped up against the banister from the swing she sat in; Krillin was in the front lawn, looking back towards his wife.
"So, what do you think, 18? The birdbath go here?" He called out. 18 rolled her eyes.
"Whatever you think would look better," She couldn't believe they were discussing the location of a birdbath. "It's your birdbath, not mine."
"Yeah," Krillin frowned, "But you'll complain if it looks bad, not me."
At that moment, Marron and Goten touched down a few yards from Krillin, who jumped at the sight of them. 18 sat up in the swing. "Are you two argueing again?" Marron sighed as Krillin ran to give her a hug.
"Sweetheart, I'm not used to this flying stuff with you now," He said with a shaky laugh, giving his daughter a tight squeeze. Marron smiled down at him, "I've missed you, Marron," The diminuitive earthling smiled.
18 approached them with crossed arms, "A whole month with no visits?" She said with a sly coldness to her voice, "And you still owe us those chores," She said with a sarcastic smile.
Goten sighed, "Sorry, we've been really busy lately," He explained scratching the back of his head, in a very Goku-like fashion.
"I bet you've been busy," Krillin muttered under his breath, but 18 ribbed him before he could speak up. "OW! Don't, 18!" He gave his wife a glare, to which she glared back enough to match it.
"Don't be a goon," She whispered back softly.
"I've missed you too, daddy!" Marron smiled. "I have wonderful news to tell you two!" She said, hoping they'd take the news well. She prayed they would anyway.
"Really? What is it?" Krillin was now very eager to hear this. 18 casually listened, her face unreadable. "Did the house get fixed up already? Did you get a pool?"
"No, no, nothing like that," Marron smiled, "Although the house is almost done."
"Great! So...," Krillin thought for a moment, "Did you clean the sink area up? Did you put new plumbing in? Did you--"
"Dad!" Marron said in a surprised voice, "Hold on--"
"Did you get a hot tub?" Krillin rambled on, "Because if you did, that's amazing!"
"--No, I wish!" Goten cut in, but Krillin kept going.
"Did you get that new roofing put on? Because I heard it's expensive--"
"Did Goten get an actual paying job?" 18 cut in quietly, but no one seemed to notice.
"I don't remember any roofing, Krillin--" Goten tried to explain.
Marron crossed her arms and closed her eyes as the three-way conversation carried on without her. Taking in the silence inside her for a moment, she realized she had to do this.
Krillin gave Goten a frown, "But if you didn't get the roofing, then did you--"
"WE'RE HAVING A BABY!!!" Marron screamed, the other three silenced in a moment.
The blonde huffed, and was glad the news was out. "That's the news," She added quietly. Krillin stared at her speechless for the longest time, his face slack and unreadable. Goten sighed; he figured Marron was going to tell them about that time. 18 gaped and stared at her daughter, her face as unreadable as her husband. "We," Marron added, "Just wanted you two to know."
Three things then happened at once. Goten smiled, and wrapped an arm around his wife's shoulder and walked her towards Krillin and 18 more, Krillin's face burst into the widest smile they'd ever seen on him, and started jumping up and down wailing, "I'M GOING TO BE A GRANDFATHER!!!" and running through the front yard, and 18, who had not done anything since she'd told them the news, promptly fainted.
Three Days Later...
"Hold the energy in your hand steady, Marron," Goten instructed, gently embracing her hands in his. They sat on the beach outside Roshi's home, Goten and Marron each starting their training just earlier that morning. Marron let out a tiny sweatdrop as she held the small orb of blue light in her hands. "There you go," He coaxed her, his face breaking into a smile.
"It's not so bad now," Marron smiled, the sweat bead dripping off her chin, "I think I'm getting the hang of it!"
"Peh," Roshi mumbled from behind them, sitting on a white hammock that stretched between two palm trees, a hentai magazine laid out in his lap. The old man smiled a flashy grin, which was missing several teeth, "That took you long enough..."
"Oh, hush up," Marron scowled, letting the energy ball slowly decrease until it was nothingness, "I'm not a martial arts master like you!"
The Turtle hermit smirked, and raised his magazine higher, "That's exactly right...you're not." The magazine was now covering his nose and mouth, so only his sunglasses showed above the pinup cover of a purple-haired half naked cosmetic assistant named "Plum Blossum." He ran a hand quickly across his bald head, "How'd Krillin and 18 take the news of the baby? You never said."
"Dad was overjoyed," Marron said as Goten tried to get her hands in position to make the orb again, "Mom wasn't too thrilled though; but I guess she'll get over it."
"She'll have to," Roshi muttered, but flipped the page rather than go into it more. Marron gave him a quick glare, before turning back to Goten for more practice.
"Think I'll master this like you have?" She asked.
"It'll take some time, but I know you can," He smiled. "That's what we're here for."
"I feel kind of bad that we're not helping out with the baby's room," The blonde sighed, starting to form the energy in her palms. Goten smiled and let out a short chuckle,
"Aw, come on, Marron. Krillin and Gohan are in charge of it...I'm sure they're doing fine."
Marron formed a large ball of energy in her hands and it shot from them automatically and started whirling in the air, "Marron! Oh, Roshi look out!" Goten yelled, while also chuckling, as the ball flew towards Roshi. The hermit jumped in the nick of time and missed the energy ball, that swished past the hammock and splashed into the ocean. Marron giggled,
"Oops," She smiled, "I guess you're right, Goten."
"Don't worry about them," Goten smiled and grasped her hands again, as Roshi muttered random curses, walking back to his hammock, complaining about his bad knees, "They're probably well into the project as we speak! Now let's focus on the task at hand, okay?"
"Right," Marron nodded and started forming the orb of energy again.
Krillin and Gohan stood staring at the ivory walls of the empty room, Krillin holding a bucket of blue paint and a paintbrush in his hand. Gohan scratched the back of his head as he looked down at the green paint in his hand. Both wore, to their very unpleasant dismay, white overalls and painters hats. Gohan's face was a fierce red; if Vegeta had saw him in this get-up, any reputation he'd built with the Saiyan Prince would have been utterly destroyed. Not that he cared what Vegeta thought, but the idea still gnawed at him.
"I can't believe Videl made us wear this," Gohan managed to mutter, his face a bold crimson.
"Eh," Krillin shrugged, "It's not too bad."
"Pan would think this was worse than the Saiyaman costume," Gohan said as he lowered the paint bucket to the floor.
"Ha ha," Krillin laughed and gave Gohan an impressionably doubtful glace," Gohan, nothing could be more hideous than that Saiyaman outfit, including this!" He smiled and looked around the room again, as Gohan huffed slightly in disagreement.
"So," Gohan finally said, allowing his face to cool down to normal, "Where do we start?"
"We have blue, green, pink, purple, and red paint," Krillin said as he examined the tin canisters beside them. "I was thinking of starting with a casual blue, then go into a gree---"
"Blue and Green?" Gohan said with an uneasy, professional voice. "That's going to go with a girl?"
"What are you saying?" Krillin said at once, the paintbrush falling slowly further and further down to the end of his fingertips.
"I'm saying," Gohan repeated, "That I don't think a girl would like blue and green walls."
"And how," Krillin asked with slight impatience, as the paintbrush slid further, "Do you know it's going to be a girl?"
"Well, it's logic, Krillin," Gohan said with a smartness to his voice that made Krillin frown, "You had one child and it's a girl, and I've had one child, and she's a girl. Goten's my brother, so he'll have a girl."
"For someone that went all those years to school," Krillin said through slightly gritted teeth, "You really have no logic at all, Gohan!"
"What?"
The paintbrush hit the canister of paint, as Krillin crossed his arms disapprovingly, "Gohan, just because you and me have girls doesn't mean anything!"
"But even Vegeta's second child was a girl," Gohan noted, "It's one of those years, were girls are abundant," he paused, "Or something like that."
"Or something like that," Krillin mocked, "You're acting dumb Gohan, it'll be a boy."
"Well, what if it's not?" Gohan protested.
"And what if it is?" Krillin challenged back.
Videl walked in to Krillin and Gohan argueing intensely back and forth. "What is wrong with you two?" She screamed, forcing the paint brushes into their hands and popping the cans of paint of their canisters. "Just start painting, okay? You can argue about the gender of your grandchild later!" She yelled, before spinning around and taking off towards the other room. The two friends looked at each other and sighed,
"Figures," Krillin mumbled as he dipped his paintbrush in the blue.
"Sorry, Krillin," Gohan muttered back, his paintbrush dripping in thick purple paint.
"Forget about it," Krillin said as he started to paint one wall's bottom half blue. "Let's just work on this."
"Yeah," Gohan sighed, then turned swiftly to the wall, and his eyes slowly traced to Krillin, "The baby girl would want it that way."
Trunks stood on the ledge of the Brief's house, his lavender hair swaying in the breeze. He held the coffee cup to his lips and drank slowly from it, his right hand gently laid upon his hip, staring out into the sunset. He was about to turn into the house, when he saw a figure running towards him. He didn't exactly know who it was at first, until his eyes caught sight of the dark blue-green hair that was sitting on top of the head of the figure running. Trunks lowered the coffee cup and stared in surprise at the figure racing towards him.
"Frost?" The Demi-Saiyan stammered, as the boy ran towards the steps; he looked out of breath. "What is it?"
The boy didn't say anything for a moment, before turning his brown eyes upward towards Trunks. "Nothing," He huffed, smiling slightly, "Just running over here to see if you wanted to train."
Trunks stared at the boy in surprise, "Did you run from Chi Chi's to here?" He asked with slight hesitation.
"Yeah," Frost grinned, "It was okay though...not too far."
That place is REALLY far from here, Trunks thought with a frown, And he RAN the whole way? "You know," Trunks finally said with a slightly appalled look, "Really, I could have came and picked you up--"
"Mom doesn't know I'm here," Frost said quickly, his brown eyes looking momentarily concerned. "I didn't tell her I was coming here."
Trunks stared at him for a moment, letting this sink in, "What?"
"Please don't tell her either," Frost added, his face clouded, "She wants to be with me wherever I go...I hate it," His voice snapped bitterly, which caused his eyes to light up slightly unnaturally as he did this, "I don't want her to know you're training me yet."
Trunks stood there and tried to reason with the boy's words. It didn't make much sense. "She wants us to train you," He said slowly, "But you don't want her around when we train?"
The boy smiled grimly, "It's...complicated." He looked at Trunks with a pleading face, "Please, just for a few tries..don't tell her."
The Demi-Saiyan looked at the boy and smiled after a moments thought, "Fine. She won't have to know at the moment."
Frost's face relaxed, and he sighed deeply, "Thank you."
Trunks sat the coffee cup on the ledge of the porch and gave the boy a sharp grin, "Well, what are you waiting on? Go, and get in the gravity chamber," He motioned towards it, and Frost quickly ran to the chamber, his cheeks rosy, but his eyes hungry and ready for training. It reminded Trunks of when he was nine and getting ready for the World Martial Arts Tournament.
"Hello?" Goten said cautiously as he entered the house with Marron behind him, her face red from their exercises with Roshi. A small white note lay on the kitchen table that read simply,
Goten and Marron,
Suno and I have gone out to see how Videl and the others are doing. Be home soon, there's food in the refridgerator Frost should be in the back room. He said he was going to sleep early because of his head hurting. Please don't wake him. We'll be home later. Much love,
--Chi Chi.
P.S. Make sure that you don't eat everything we own Goten. And be nice to Marron. And don't wake up Frost. And don't break anything. And don't--just don't do anything stupid.
The Demi-Saiyan stared at the note and had to smile. It was his mother for him...he should have expected it. He glanced over and saw that Marron was sitting at the kitchen table, her hand laying on her stomache, which at the moment looked perfectly normal.
"Where are they doing?" Marron asked with her head resting on her palm.
"They're checking on the baby room, I guess," Goten said, folding the note into his pocket of his gi. He sat beside Marron and rubbed her back gently. She smiled and suddenly her eyes were filled with something...something Goten didn't really see often. "What is it?"
Marron stared at the table and then towards the toaster. "I'm...I'm hungry really." She said softly. "Could you fix me something?"
"Sure," They hadn't ate, so it was no surprise she wanted something to eat. "What do you want?"
"I don't know...how about some burnt toast?" Marron giggled, her blue eyes sparkling. Goten liked that look.
The Demi-Saiyan laughed and gave her a playful grin, "Okay," He said softly as he went to find some bread, hoping his cooking skills would be up to the task.
Pan slowly crept into her room, her face sore and hair tousled and tangled. Her sparring with Vegeta had gone well today, although she felt odd. She didn't know what it was, but when she'd blanked out something had stirred within her...and she didn't feel too partial to it. She knew Vegeta had certainly been resentful about it.
Is something wrong with me? She wondered as she crawled into bed. No sign of her parents, maybe they were already asleep...or still at Goten's working on the baby room. Either way, she was curious. "Maybe I'll tell dad about it tommorrow," She pondered to herself.
And then he'll get worried and won't let you train with Vegeta anymore, The voice in her head replied sternly. Pan pondered this as well.
"I guess that's true," She sighed and turned over in bed, resting her sore body, even though it wasn't dark out yet. She decided in her head that she'd continue to train with Vegeta, and eventually, get to the bottom of things.
Trunks wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel; his blue eyes scanning the boy. He had given himself and the boy a good workout and was surprised that the boy caught on things quickly. He hadn't expected that, much less the fact that the boy had shown he could fight the basics rather well. Frost merely stood and wiped sweat away with his forearm, his face beading with sweat but looking unphased.
"That was good, Frost," Trunks smiled, "Not bad."
"Is that it?" Frost questioned curiously, his large brown eyes scanning Trunks with uncertainty.
The Demi-Saiyan felt a drop of sweat drip from his chin to the floor. "What did you say?"
Frost never missed a beat, "I said is that it? I was expecting more."
Trunks laughed, but a hint of nervousness came with it, "Well, that was just the basics. We'll start the really training later."
"Oh," The boy replied, looking more relaxed, and running a hand through his dark green hair that was similar to Trunks.
"Yeah," Trunks huffed, throwing the towel over his shoulders, "When Uub gets back from his honeymoon, we'll really get started with the training."
"Cool," Frost said with a grin that finally surfaced onto his face. "I can't wait," He said, clenching his fists.
"Me either," Trunks said with a hint of curiousity in his voice overshadowing his once nervous laugh, "but you'd better get back, before Chi Chi and your mother start to wonder where you were." He tossed his head up to hint at the darkening sky.
Frost suddenly looked alarmed, "Oh! Yeah," He gave Trunks a casual grin, "Thanks for the basics lesson." He said with a boyish grin.
"No need," Trunks grinned, as the boy took off sprinting down the road as if nothing had happened. Trunks gave the boy one last glance as he turned towards the porch door and walked inside.
Well well, how was it?
I wanted this chapter to be longer than this, but I figured I needed to Update MAJORLY! (I'm sorry everyone...I've been so busy I haven't even had time to sit down and write! Isn't that sad? -- ) So next chapter, I'll have even MORE stuff in it for you all to look forward to:)
Speaking of which,
Next Chapter, the baby room gets finished (but not without its own quirks), Marron starts getting into mood swings, Goten trains under Roshi, Pan dukes it out with Vegeta, and what's up with Frost??? Tune in to the next chapter to find out!!!
Thanks to all of you who have read this story, commented or reviewed. You all have no idea how much it means to me!!! I LOVE YOU ALL and thank you for all your support. I couldn't have done it without you! Thanks again! Much love and peace to all,
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