Hey, guys! Did you miss me? I've decided to load up three more chapters to the story. And thank you all for reviewing! I never knew how great it felt to be thanked for putting up a good story.
And I just wanted to say to the SuperSaiyanGenius that I realize my grammor isn't perfect, but I'm working at it. And yes, this is a pretty common storyline, but I suspect that anyone who reads shall enjoy the adventures along the way. (OH, and this story is also how I got my name, so just telling you.) And I wish to repeat that you can use my story on your sites and such, but I do wish that you'd tell me. It's so much fun to go to all the great sites out there!!! Well, on with Chapter 4!
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Chapter 4
Training began early the next morning. Not early by my standards, but early by normal human standards. Uncle woke me up every morning at precisely 3 in the morning, no later. My new Dad woke me up at 5.
I was so happy to have gotten 2 extra hours of sleep that I jumped for joy. I was so happy! There was no way Vegeta's moodiness from the early hours were going to get to me! What I did not know was that the way he acted towards me was completely out of his normal behavior patterns.
I began training with my new father(I'll just call it father and mother and brother now instead because "new" is getting kind of old here). He told me that the first thing he was going to teach me was ki manipulation.
"What's that?" I asked innocently.
"Well, uh..." He paused for a few moments before continuing. I knew he was having a hard time explaining it, "It's basically your soul. Your fighting spirit, deep within your heart." He smiled down at me, "It's your strength."
"Oh," I answered. This I understood. This I could do. "You mean this?" I asked and fired a tiny ki ball to the other side of the room.
Vegeta gaped at the young girl's power. It was unbelievable that he hadn't felt such a strong ki before, how could he have missed it?
"Who taught you this?" He asked after gaping at the place that I had made the ball disappear.
"Mom taught me," I answered, "And father taught her." I lowered my eyes to the ground, "I miss them a lot."
"They taught you well," He smiled down at me.
After only a few weeks, Vegeta noticed the changes in the little Angel. She was stronger, yes, but so much wiser. Since it was summer, Bulma had set out on teaching Angel all she would need to join Trunks in school.
Vegeta soon found that the young girl had nothing more to learn from him. He had taught her everything about fighting that he knew. She could spar against him and hold her own at normal level. He decided to teach her to transform into a Super Saiyan.
Little did he know that both his adopted daughter and his son had reached that level already. They just chose to leave it a surprise from their father and mother. The only time they transformed was when fighting each other and Goten in the woods behind the Son house.
I hadn't met Gohan yet. I liked Goten, he was sweet and naive, something that most boys can't hope to come near. He was my best friend, as was Trunks. Trunks and I weren't like most siblings our age, or any age for that matter.
We were best friends. We almost never fought outside of training and games, and those don't really count as sibling squabbles. We just never had them. I loved him, as he loved me, a mutual bond between us.
Today, I was to meet Gohan. Goten's big brother. I was excited and scared, a giddy feeling overcame me at times as Trunks, Goten, and I flew to the Son house. I hadn't met Goten's mother yet. All I knew about her was that she was very strict on the younger boy.
I didn't know the half of it.
"Goten!" shouted Chi-chi, "Where have you been?"
"I brought Angel and Trunks over," Goten said quietly, "Bulma wanted Angel to meet you and Gohan." The lady's face instantly went from raging mad to that of a hospitable hostess.
"I'm sorry," she said softly, "I didn't know."
"That's okay, Miss Chi-chi," Trunks said, "I want you to meet my adopted sister, Angel." He grabbed my hand and dragged me forward to meet the old lady.
"Hello, Angel," she said, "I'm Chi-chi. It's nice to finally meet you."
"You too, Miss Chi-chi," I answered with a small smile.
"Just Chi-chi," she chuckled, "Gohan's in his room. Why don't you go get him, Goten, and take him outside?" As soon as he left, Chi-chi led Trunks and me away to a picnic table in the vast backyard. I saw the edge of the forest and grinned at the sight of it. I loved playing in that forest with all of my heart.
Chi-chi soon returned with a "small" snack for us. To a normal human, the food was enough to feed a squad of Marines but to us it was a mere snack.
As Chi-chi returned inside, Trunks and I waited patiently for our good friend to return with his older brother. Trunks had told me all about Gohan and his many great features, including the fact that he was the strongest on the planet besides our dad. And also the truth of the defeat of Cell. He said that Vegeta had told him a long time ago, in story form. He was told of our father's past from the time he came to Earth till present time each night.
Vegeta had told me similar stories.
I could not wait to meet the boy who, at an age only 3 years older than myself right now, had reached Super Saiyan Level 2 and defeated Cell.
My father was very bitter about Gohan "beating" him to the point, but I was able to tell him that he shouldn't compare himself to others.
I had gotten my father to release his dark past. Even to think of "Kakarott" as more of a friend than a rival. And yet, as my mother had put it, I still hadn't "hounded" my way any further into his past.
I soon found myself watching two different pairs of hands in front of my face, waving at me, trying to get my attention.
"Angel, did you space out or what?" Trunks said with a goofing grin.
"I guess so," I said with a crimson flush.
"So you're Angel, huh?" asked a tall young man, about 17 or 18. He looked like an older version of Goten, and I guessed immediately that he was Gohan, "I'm Gohan. Nice to meet you." He said, confirming my suspicions to his identity.
"You too, Mr. Gohan," I said shyly.
"Just Gohan," he said with a blush. He sidled up beside me.
"My father told me you were a good fighter," I said quietly.
"Well, I've kind of slacked off, but yeah," He answered sheepishly, "I guess I'm okay. Not compared to Vegeta, though."
"He taught me and Trunks a lot," I said with a grin, "Goten and us fight whenever we can."
"Goten fights?" Gohan asked with wide eyes, "Who taught you?" He narrowed his eyes at the seven-year-old boy.
"Mama did, Gohan," He said with a grin, but it soon fell, "But she can't teach me how to fly."
"Well, gee, if that's the only thing you don't know how to do, I can teach you myself!" Gohan said with a great, goofy grin plastered onto his cute face.
I guessed that they must have adopted the grin from their father, because I never saw Chi-chi grin like that before.
"Goten!" I heard Chi-chi scold, "I told you not to tell your brother!" She stormed outside.
"Mom, why didn't you just tell me in the first place?" Gohan asked, "I could've taught him a long time ago."
"You have your studies to attend to, young man!" she stuck her finger in his face.
"Isn't Gohan about 4 years ahead of his class in knowledge anyway?" I questioned, using the reasoning that Vegeta had told me a while ago.
"Well...yes...but," Chi-chi stumbled over her words a little at a time.
"Why don't you just let him train for a while, for old times sake?" I reasoned, "It wouldn't hurt for him not to keep up his physical capabilities as well as his mental ones, right?" She had nothing to say to this. Gohan and Goten blinked stupidly at me. I had found the one thing that would let them train when they themselves had spent a thousand nights contemplating how they could make her let them.
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Well, that's Chapter 4. What'd you guys think? How on Earth did Angel manipulate Chi-chi so well? Must be a woman's touch. Read and review, por favor.
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