Yup, yup, second part of my fic. continued thanks to the _bulk_ of reviews I got (rrrright)
BUT IT"S NOT TO LATE TO START NOW!
summary 'f last part: two odd kids are found by Trunks, dripping wet on the edge of a lake.
He takes them home to dry, but then his father walkes in...
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disclaimer : I do NOT own dragonball. and I do not own any of the chars in dragon ball. I do not own a porche and I do
not own one f those adorably cute pokemon dolls. Lucky me.
Pesky, however, is MINE! And so is her brother. If she doesn't want him, I do :)
Oh, visit Pesky at: (comics and pics) and PPPPPLLLLEase tell me what you think!
http://www.geocities.com/asashess/Pesky/Pesky.html
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Vegeta was not in a good mood.
Kakarot was still stronger then him, Bulma still wouldn't let him sleep a full night,
and the gravety room still broke if he even considered going out all the way.
Oh, and he still had an annoyingly _nice_ son, he realized as the kid started explaining he had rescued the two children from freezing.
He 'hhmpfed', then glared over at the two new kids at the table, sitting there all wrapped in towels, drinking tea with his daugher.
_His_ daughter. THey weren't worhty!
"More weaklings to sit around and get in my way I suppose?" He stated the obvious, crossing his arms.
His sparring session with Kakarot this morning hadn't gone much better.
He didn't understand how that third-class softy could be stronger then him ,but it annoyed him to no end.
Possibly even more then that little voice in the back of his head that told him he knew exactly why he was,
and training had nothing to do with it.
"But dad" the purple haired freak started. How could this abnormalety possibly his son?
It was painfully obvious he would never be a true Saiyen.
Killing was porbably not in the kids vocabulary, and he was always being nice.
The kid had once even had the nerve to ask him if he loved 'm.
*_love_ that's the one! that's why you can't win. Kakarot has strength you'll never have,..*
Went that corner of his mind again, almost cruelly.
It made him even angrier.
"PLease dad, they don't even know how to get home,.."
He was about to cut the brat off with some sharp remark, but the towel-wrapped girl beat him to it.
"I am _not_ weak!"
-"yeah! we're _NOT_ weak!" her brother chimed in, happily.
The girl threw him a sidelong glance that suggested otherwise, but left it at that.
"And we would both thank you for remembering that."
She stated, in an attempt to please her brother.
It obviously worked, though Vegeta doubted it took much to please that simple-minded twirt.
He silently thanked the stars that his own son hadn't turned out _that_ poorly.
"Whatever." Vegita turned to his son again, ignoring the two. "I want them outof here and I want them out of here now!"
_"Ahwwwww! dah!"
a little girl's voice chimed up behind him. Vegita flinched inwardly.
There went his piece and quiet out the door again.
He turned slowly to look at his little daughter.
"We were gonna go play. Can't we at least play until dinner."
_"oh, yes! let's play!" said the little boy, squeezing his bright blue eyes closed in delight of the thought.
"can we pleeease play Pesky?" he turned to his sister.
While it should, on all account be him, Prince Vegita who was asked such,
for they were to do the playing in _his_ house.
(well, maybe it was his mate's, but to him it was his).
They girl scowled at her brother, and for a moment Vegita thought she was going to tell him they would be doing no such thing,
but then she noticed his glare on her, and slowly turned to face him.
"Whatever." she stated in a mock echo of his earlier statement.
That was it, Vegita realised.
His daughters eyes were on him, pleadingly, and the little boy was already celebrating his victory.
"They go home right after dinner." Vegita snarled.
And at that even his son let at a happy 'whoop'.
Bra let out a single happy cry before starting to confer with the boy, called "Tomath" by her, on what they would be playing.
Only the girl kept quiet, looking at him suspiciously. Maybe she, at least realised how dangerous he was.
Though he doubted it.
"Stupid humans!" he stated, before fishing out a sandwich from the fridge and turning to leave.
He had had enough of all this cheerfullness.
"Just a moment." The girl Pesky demanded in a commanding tone.
Vegita truned to face her very slowly. He was really getting tired of them!
He glared back at her, the girl oblivious to the warning signs Trunks was giving her.
"What do you mean, stupid humans.....?"
Vegita smirked, this was a question he didn't mind answering.
"Just what I said. You're all a bunch of stupid, weak baka's!"
THe girl got up, slowly, putting her tea down.
"But," she enquired again, taking a step towards him in what she probably though an intimedating way.
"What do you mean, I mean,.." and she prodded a finger at him,
"you're human too, _aren't you_,..?"
There was a short silence. Vegita was aqually caught off guard at such an insult.
Then, the brat Tomath groaned.
"Not again," he whispered, in a voice he probably had hoped only audiable to his sister.
"Can't we say we're on vacation today..?"
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LL right! that's it, short I know. and not as much as I though.
But don't worry. Violence comming up in the next part!
BUT IT"S NOT TO LATE TO START NOW!
summary 'f last part: two odd kids are found by Trunks, dripping wet on the edge of a lake.
He takes them home to dry, but then his father walkes in...
_____________________
disclaimer : I do NOT own dragonball. and I do not own any of the chars in dragon ball. I do not own a porche and I do
not own one f those adorably cute pokemon dolls. Lucky me.
Pesky, however, is MINE! And so is her brother. If she doesn't want him, I do :)
Oh, visit Pesky at: (comics and pics) and PPPPPLLLLEase tell me what you think!
http://www.geocities.com/asashess/Pesky/Pesky.html
________________________________________________________________________
Vegeta was not in a good mood.
Kakarot was still stronger then him, Bulma still wouldn't let him sleep a full night,
and the gravety room still broke if he even considered going out all the way.
Oh, and he still had an annoyingly _nice_ son, he realized as the kid started explaining he had rescued the two children from freezing.
He 'hhmpfed', then glared over at the two new kids at the table, sitting there all wrapped in towels, drinking tea with his daugher.
_His_ daughter. THey weren't worhty!
"More weaklings to sit around and get in my way I suppose?" He stated the obvious, crossing his arms.
His sparring session with Kakarot this morning hadn't gone much better.
He didn't understand how that third-class softy could be stronger then him ,but it annoyed him to no end.
Possibly even more then that little voice in the back of his head that told him he knew exactly why he was,
and training had nothing to do with it.
"But dad" the purple haired freak started. How could this abnormalety possibly his son?
It was painfully obvious he would never be a true Saiyen.
Killing was porbably not in the kids vocabulary, and he was always being nice.
The kid had once even had the nerve to ask him if he loved 'm.
*_love_ that's the one! that's why you can't win. Kakarot has strength you'll never have,..*
Went that corner of his mind again, almost cruelly.
It made him even angrier.
"PLease dad, they don't even know how to get home,.."
He was about to cut the brat off with some sharp remark, but the towel-wrapped girl beat him to it.
"I am _not_ weak!"
-"yeah! we're _NOT_ weak!" her brother chimed in, happily.
The girl threw him a sidelong glance that suggested otherwise, but left it at that.
"And we would both thank you for remembering that."
She stated, in an attempt to please her brother.
It obviously worked, though Vegeta doubted it took much to please that simple-minded twirt.
He silently thanked the stars that his own son hadn't turned out _that_ poorly.
"Whatever." Vegita turned to his son again, ignoring the two. "I want them outof here and I want them out of here now!"
_"Ahwwwww! dah!"
a little girl's voice chimed up behind him. Vegita flinched inwardly.
There went his piece and quiet out the door again.
He turned slowly to look at his little daughter.
"We were gonna go play. Can't we at least play until dinner."
_"oh, yes! let's play!" said the little boy, squeezing his bright blue eyes closed in delight of the thought.
"can we pleeease play Pesky?" he turned to his sister.
While it should, on all account be him, Prince Vegita who was asked such,
for they were to do the playing in _his_ house.
(well, maybe it was his mate's, but to him it was his).
They girl scowled at her brother, and for a moment Vegita thought she was going to tell him they would be doing no such thing,
but then she noticed his glare on her, and slowly turned to face him.
"Whatever." she stated in a mock echo of his earlier statement.
That was it, Vegita realised.
His daughters eyes were on him, pleadingly, and the little boy was already celebrating his victory.
"They go home right after dinner." Vegita snarled.
And at that even his son let at a happy 'whoop'.
Bra let out a single happy cry before starting to confer with the boy, called "Tomath" by her, on what they would be playing.
Only the girl kept quiet, looking at him suspiciously. Maybe she, at least realised how dangerous he was.
Though he doubted it.
"Stupid humans!" he stated, before fishing out a sandwich from the fridge and turning to leave.
He had had enough of all this cheerfullness.
"Just a moment." The girl Pesky demanded in a commanding tone.
Vegita truned to face her very slowly. He was really getting tired of them!
He glared back at her, the girl oblivious to the warning signs Trunks was giving her.
"What do you mean, stupid humans.....?"
Vegita smirked, this was a question he didn't mind answering.
"Just what I said. You're all a bunch of stupid, weak baka's!"
THe girl got up, slowly, putting her tea down.
"But," she enquired again, taking a step towards him in what she probably though an intimedating way.
"What do you mean, I mean,.." and she prodded a finger at him,
"you're human too, _aren't you_,..?"
There was a short silence. Vegita was aqually caught off guard at such an insult.
Then, the brat Tomath groaned.
"Not again," he whispered, in a voice he probably had hoped only audiable to his sister.
"Can't we say we're on vacation today..?"
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LL right! that's it, short I know. and not as much as I though.
But don't worry. Violence comming up in the next part!