Chapter 51:
I'm SO sorry for the wait! Really I am! But I went to Disneyland with my choir and I had so much fun and I ate a churro and a hot dog and….
Well, anyway, enjoy!
Vegeta looked down at the sullen Anpanai seated at the kitchen table. He was exhausted beyond belief. Here he was, prince of the Saiyans, greatest warrior ever to have lived, second to none.
And yet he couldn't even deal with a hormonal, 12-year-old little girl.
Well. How do you think that made HIM feel?
"For the last time, child," he ground out, "What do you want?"
"Nothing," Anpanai said stubbornly.
"Then why are you acting like that?"
"'Cause I can."
Vegeta was that much closer to ripping his hair out. Why was she acting like this? Was it some brat thing? "Child, I demand that you obey me this instant."
"And. If. I. Don't?"
"I…I'll…" Vegeta knew he couldn't blast her. She was his daughter. "I'll
l limit you to three square meals a day!"
"What?" Anpanai screamed. "You wouldn't!"
Vegeta chuckled. He had her right where he wanted her. "You'd better believe I would." Suddenly he stopped, a strange look frozen upon his face. His crossed arms hung limply at his sides. "Anpanai," he breathed. "Go and hide, now."
"Why should I? I don't have to do what you say."
In a rage, Vegeta grabbed Anpanai by the front of her shirt, and pulled her close. "Do as I say, brat. You'll die if you don't."
Anpanai's throat closed, her face growing pale. She tried to swallow the lump in her throat, but found she couldn't. "Yessir," she whispered. He dropped her and she scampered off to the nearest hiding place.
Once Vegeta knew she was gone, he blasted off through the roof.
It looked like peacetime was over for the time being.
"Sunset on the mountains, the fall trees aglow," Anpanai sang shakily to herself, curled up in the cabinet, enveloped by darkness. Her fingers trembled, and since she was sideways, her tears rolled over the bridge of her nose and onto the cabinet floor. "Brilliant shades of autumn—crimson red, tan yellow…" She put a hand over her mouth to hide her sobs. Where was everyone else? Was she all alone? "Maple leaves and ivy adorning the tall pine trees…" she murmured.
Her small body shook a bit with every gasping breath she took. Where were Goten and Trunks? What was going on? And why was she being left out of it? Was there some thing evil attacking? And they wouldn't allow her to fight? Why? She was strong enough. And even though she couldn't do it at will, she could turn SSJ3, too, just like her father and Gohan. Was it because she was a girl?
Indignantly she sat up. Or tried to, resulting in her hitting her head on the top of the cabinet. She grabbed her head. "It hurts…" she whispered, tears coming from her eyes. She didn't want to be here. She wanted to be out, helping her friends. But then, she remembered her father's words:
Do as I say, brat. You'll die if you don't.
She clutched her chest, remembering him grabbing the front of her shirt. Why had he been so forceful? What was so dangerous?
Why was she being left out?
Once again, I'm REALLY, REALLY sorry. I went to California a couple times and I lost track of, well, everything. I know this chapter is really short, but I'll make a comeback. I promise.
Vegeta: Tch. Tough luck. I don't forgive you.
W.O.T.L.: Yeah, well, ya know what? I don't WANT your forgiveness, dumbass.
Vegeta: (gasps) Hey, how come YOU'RE allowed to cuss?
W.O.T.L.: Cuz my mom can't see this and I'm the writer. Oh, and before I forget, you guys are very welcome to use my cast of characters for stories and stuff. JUST TELL ME ABOUT THE STORY AND ASK PERMISSION FIRST. They are my characters. Ja ne!
