Trunks eyed the city warily. The people scurried about like ants, always cautious,
always afraid. He watched the bustle, the tiny shoeless children, the old raggedy clothed
people, all scrambling to survive. He lay on the grass, and listened to the familiar sound.
He was 24 years old, counting the year in the Room Of Spirit and Time, and he had never
gotten used to the fact that everything was safe. He sighed, thinking about Bulma, his
mother.
She was 48, but still as beautiful as ever. She wanted to see some grandkids soon. He
laughed,
thinking of the not so subtle hints she kept dropping at him.
To Saiyajin standards, he was late getting a mate. He had read through the files of
what little info Bulma had squeezed out of his father, regarding his Saiyajin heritage.
They mated young, maybe 16 or 17, and stuck with that mate for life. The Saiyajin philosophy
,
or lack thereof, was kind of like, "Go get what you want now, before someone kills you."
The Saiyajins had a long history of wars and life was mostly centered around fighting, like
a primal instinct never dropped.
To Trunks, that scared the heck out of him. He had dated an extreme little, his life
had always been about defeating the androids. But now, they were gone, a nightmare finally
conquered. Where did that leave him? He felt like he had no goals anymore…
He sighed, shifting his attention back to the streets. One voice, he heard above the
noise, " Excuse me! Excuse me! Does anybody know who Son Gohan is?"
His lavendar eyes popped open. Now, he had a goal…
Pan wiped her eyes, her heart filled with a new mission. "Gohan Son." She whispered,
the
mystery of it's sound catching in her throat. She clasped the bracelet in one hand, and
ran from her perch overlooking the city.
She slid down the steep, rocky hill, knowing full well she could have just flown over
the whole mess. Her mother, had taught her to fly when she was very small, although the use
was limited, because the Androids could sense their location. Fighting and flying was her
mother's greatest influence. But no flying, that scared the villagers. One flying object
would send the whole group into hysterics, and they would call, "The Golden Warrior."
She frowned slightly, annoyed of the villagers friendship with the legend. They had
said he appeared, and defeated the Androids single handedly. They had praised him, and
loved him for his heroic braveness. Bravery? Hero? They had not given one thought to the
many who had stood up, having no chance to defeat the androids, but did anyway. People
who had sacrificed themselves to distract and save another. No this man was not a hero,
more like an ego hungry freak.
She dismissed all thoughts about "The Golden Warrior," except that if she ever met
him, how she would tell him how much she "appreciated" it.
She approached the city slowly, so as not to startle the jumpy occupants. A woman
smiled a welcome, and Pan smiled gratefully back. She bumped into a man who was hobbling
along. "Oh! Sorry sir." She said hastily, "Um, excuse me, but, do you know who 'Son Gohan'
is? Does he live around here?" The man shook his head sorrowfully.
"If you really want to find him." The man suggested. " Go look in the ground. That's where
most of everybody is." He turned and kept walking.
Pan scowled at his retreating back. As she turned around, she found herself face-to-face
with a muscled chest. "Darn." She thought, " More thugs.." Before she could issue any
threats, he spoke, " What do you want with Son Gohan?" He asked, voice dangerously low.
She gazed slowly, meeting the intense eyes of a man with lavendar hair, pulled back
into a pony tail. Two loose strands dangled by his forehead. For a few moments she just
stared. She had never met someone so, so…beautiful.
His eyes narrowed threateningly. " Well?" She jumped slightly, unnerved by her own
reactions to the strange man. " I have to find him." She replied, mouth turning upside
down, matching his scowl. " Now if you'll please, move out of my way." She side stepped,
trying to get past, but was blocked as he stepped in the way.
" Look Mr." She started, " You don't know who you're dealing with." She got into a
fighting stance. "But if you don't move, I will have to introduce you." She pulled up her
arm, "To my fist."
To her utter surprise he smiled. "Good then. I'm always looking forward to new
acquaintances." And he got into a fighting stance.
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always afraid. He watched the bustle, the tiny shoeless children, the old raggedy clothed
people, all scrambling to survive. He lay on the grass, and listened to the familiar sound.
He was 24 years old, counting the year in the Room Of Spirit and Time, and he had never
gotten used to the fact that everything was safe. He sighed, thinking about Bulma, his
mother.
She was 48, but still as beautiful as ever. She wanted to see some grandkids soon. He
laughed,
thinking of the not so subtle hints she kept dropping at him.
To Saiyajin standards, he was late getting a mate. He had read through the files of
what little info Bulma had squeezed out of his father, regarding his Saiyajin heritage.
They mated young, maybe 16 or 17, and stuck with that mate for life. The Saiyajin philosophy
,
or lack thereof, was kind of like, "Go get what you want now, before someone kills you."
The Saiyajins had a long history of wars and life was mostly centered around fighting, like
a primal instinct never dropped.
To Trunks, that scared the heck out of him. He had dated an extreme little, his life
had always been about defeating the androids. But now, they were gone, a nightmare finally
conquered. Where did that leave him? He felt like he had no goals anymore…
He sighed, shifting his attention back to the streets. One voice, he heard above the
noise, " Excuse me! Excuse me! Does anybody know who Son Gohan is?"
His lavendar eyes popped open. Now, he had a goal…
Pan wiped her eyes, her heart filled with a new mission. "Gohan Son." She whispered,
the
mystery of it's sound catching in her throat. She clasped the bracelet in one hand, and
ran from her perch overlooking the city.
She slid down the steep, rocky hill, knowing full well she could have just flown over
the whole mess. Her mother, had taught her to fly when she was very small, although the use
was limited, because the Androids could sense their location. Fighting and flying was her
mother's greatest influence. But no flying, that scared the villagers. One flying object
would send the whole group into hysterics, and they would call, "The Golden Warrior."
She frowned slightly, annoyed of the villagers friendship with the legend. They had
said he appeared, and defeated the Androids single handedly. They had praised him, and
loved him for his heroic braveness. Bravery? Hero? They had not given one thought to the
many who had stood up, having no chance to defeat the androids, but did anyway. People
who had sacrificed themselves to distract and save another. No this man was not a hero,
more like an ego hungry freak.
She dismissed all thoughts about "The Golden Warrior," except that if she ever met
him, how she would tell him how much she "appreciated" it.
She approached the city slowly, so as not to startle the jumpy occupants. A woman
smiled a welcome, and Pan smiled gratefully back. She bumped into a man who was hobbling
along. "Oh! Sorry sir." She said hastily, "Um, excuse me, but, do you know who 'Son Gohan'
is? Does he live around here?" The man shook his head sorrowfully.
"If you really want to find him." The man suggested. " Go look in the ground. That's where
most of everybody is." He turned and kept walking.
Pan scowled at his retreating back. As she turned around, she found herself face-to-face
with a muscled chest. "Darn." She thought, " More thugs.." Before she could issue any
threats, he spoke, " What do you want with Son Gohan?" He asked, voice dangerously low.
She gazed slowly, meeting the intense eyes of a man with lavendar hair, pulled back
into a pony tail. Two loose strands dangled by his forehead. For a few moments she just
stared. She had never met someone so, so…beautiful.
His eyes narrowed threateningly. " Well?" She jumped slightly, unnerved by her own
reactions to the strange man. " I have to find him." She replied, mouth turning upside
down, matching his scowl. " Now if you'll please, move out of my way." She side stepped,
trying to get past, but was blocked as he stepped in the way.
" Look Mr." She started, " You don't know who you're dealing with." She got into a
fighting stance. "But if you don't move, I will have to introduce you." She pulled up her
arm, "To my fist."
To her utter surprise he smiled. "Good then. I'm always looking forward to new
acquaintances." And he got into a fighting stance.
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