Trunks smirked, taking up a fighting stance, motioning Vegeta in a sort of "bring it on" way.
Vegeta growled, frustrated, and lunged at Trunks. Trunks blocked him through, grabbing Vegeta's arm and tossing him overhead. Vegeta hit the wall with a dull thud.
Trunks smiled. Was he actually beating his father?!
Vegeta stood up, brushing himself off, face covered in blood from contact of the wall. He smirked. Not just a smirk, the smirk. The smirk that says "you might as well kill yourself, cause you ain't gonna win."
Trunks' smile vanished in an instant, his father's smirk had become a trademark of death. Why had he given it to his son?
"Warmed up yet?" Vegeta asked.
Trunks swallowed hard and got ready for a gruesome fight for he knew if he wanted to see dawn the next day he would have to give it all he had.
Vegeta, again, lunged at Trunks, but this time he disappeared right in front of Trunks and reappeared behind him, kneeing him in the back.
Trunks bit his lip and whirled around to deliver Vegeta another blow but he was already gone. His father had powered up a ki blast at Trunks and Trunks turned around just in time to block it. Supposedly, he didn't block it soon enough though because he blocked it at an angle were it bounced off the wall and hit him in the leg. Trunks winced in pain.
Vegeta walked forward until he was standing in front of Trunks. Trunks stood his ground. There were a couple of seconds of dead silence, and the only sound was Trunks' hard breathing.
Suddenly, Vegeta punched Trunks in the stomach. Trunks became short of breath, though he could have, he didn't. This is the measure of a man, Vegeta had always said to him. If he is stronger than the opponent he will withstand the greatest torture to prove who he is. This was a simulation his dad had always put him through. He would attack Trunks and Trunks would stand his ground as long as he could until he could stand no more and cower in a small ball and beg for mercy. Mercy had never been given though, for he only got beaten more as a discipline for backing down.
Trunks was forced out of a happy childhood and was shoved into the loneliness of training from his father. To him, a father who never loved him. Trunks was always trying to make the standards and meet the expectancy his father had always set for him. Now, oh yes now, he was going to prove once and for all that he COULD beat his dad, he COULD become stronger then him, he COULD meet his expectancy. He would have to try with all his might though, and to be even considered a worthy component, he had to pass this one small test.
Vegeta slammed his fists into Trunks' jaw, there was a small crack, as he broke it. Then he brought his leg down hard on Trunks' flesh wound on his leg.
Trunks dropped to his knees. Would he have to give up now? After all this training, all this time, all this pain, to prove nothing?
Trunks looked up at Vegeta pleadingly. His mouth was agape, he was going to ask, ask that small word he knew he'd never get, but he suddenly noticed his father smiling! Smiling!? Was he taking pleasure in this!? Was he amused by this?! In beating his son?!
This infuriated Trunks, as he shot up, delivering quite a few blows to Vegeta, making him stumble backwards. It wasn't long, though, until Vegeta got his bearings and fought hard against Trunks. The match lasted quiet awhile and the odds seemed to favor Trunks, seemingly always having the advantage of youth and unexplored boundaries. Soon, though, the tides quickly began to change as Trunks began to become weary, but Vegeta still with held, on advantage of endurance.
Trunks whirled a tried leg into Vegeta's face, but Vegeta caught it and twirled Trunks over his head a few times before throwing him to the ground.
"Why don't you give up boy, you can't win!"
Trunks knelt on one knee as he glared into his father's face, hate darting from his eyes, a crimson liquid flowing from his mouth.
"NEVER! I'll be tortured to death before I give up!"
Vegeta's hand shot out and he grabbed Trunks around the neck, lifting Trunks' body clear off the ground.
"Oh, you'll be tortured alright, the same way your mother was tortured to death by that blasted disease as it ate away at her SOUL!" With this he dropped Trunks and turned his back to him, silently mourning Bulma's death.
Trunks' eyes were wide in fright or was it amazement, just in gradual realization that he mother was DEAD!
"M-mom?" he started, almost unable to take it in. "D-dead?! How?!"
"You," Vegeta growled, hate purely evident in his voice.
"Me?"
Vegeta spun around, facing Trunks, eyes ablaze. "You! Because you weren't home, she died. If you had been there she would still be ALIVE! Damnit! Trunks when the hell are you going to learn to be there for your family!"
Trunks sprung to his feet and shot an accusing finger at Vegeta.
"Oh yeah! Well you were never there for me OR mom when I was a kid! You were always training off at another planet! So don't go bitching to me about not being there for my fucking family!!!"
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!!"
"I said.." Trunks stopped in mid-sentence, knowing what he was putting himself through. "N-nothing."
Vegeta elbowed Trunks in his face sharply, making Trunks fall to the ground, clutching his face. Vegeta held a ki blast above Trunks' head threateningly.
"WHAT DID YOU SAY!!"
"I said you were never there for ME as a kid either!"
The ki blast disappeared and Vegeta's face cringed as if someone had blasted him through the stomach. He stumbled backwards, backwards and backwards until his back hit the wall on the opposite side. Vegeta slid to the floor, burying his face in bloodied hands.
"Get out," he said in a barely audible whisper.
Trunks looked at him, not really wondering what he said, but not believing what his dad said.
"W-what?!"
"I said," Vegeta stated at a regular voice level, "Get, out, now."
Trunks took a step forward in protest.
"B-but."
Vegeta twirled around, the beginning of a a Big Bang Attack forming in his hands.
"Damnit boy! Get the fuck out before I KILL YOU!!"
Trunks very well knew that in his mood, Vegeta would follow through with his threat. Stumbling toward the door he found that it was jammed and seeing that Vegeta's attack was growing larger by the second, he backed up and rammed the door open, flying forward, outside the gravity chamber. Scrambling onto bloodied limbs, Trunks ran as fast as he could from the chamber, Vegeta's words ringing in his head: You'll be tortured the same way your mother was tortured to death by that blasted disease as it at away at her SOUL!
Finally reaching his house, he was about to knock on the clear glass panel of the screen door when he suddenly found himself too tired to do anything. There was a thud as Trunks hit the ground, unconscious.
* * *
Pan blushed, "You really think so Bra?"
Bra nodded vigorously, "Definitely. Since what you told me about last night, before both of you came back, I'm positive he has a thing for you. I mean," Bra giggled slightly. "that's all his can talk about is his Panny."
Pan's face was a deep red and she tried to hide it but it was very obvious. "Really? He actually calls me... Panny?"
Bra smiled, "And I've even caught him looking at the old picture with both of you in it, just gazing at it. You know, that picture you guys took in that old photo booth at the carnival that one time."
Pan smiled, placing a hand on her locket that also held that picture. "Yes, I remember."
Suddenly there was a thud as of a body collapsing and Pan and Bra moved out of the room to investigate.
Pan started at the glass pane fearfully. "Trunks!" she shouted. Running to the screen, she opened it up and dragged Trunks' bloodied body inside.
"Quick," she yelled at Bra, "Get me some alcohol, a tub of water, some rags, some cotton and bandages, and a hell of a lot of band-aids!"
Bra rushed off to find what Pan had requested.
"And don't forget a senzu bean!" Pan called after Bra.
Trunks' breathing was labored as he would cough up blood every so often. After a couple of minutes, his eyelids fluttered open. Seeing the outline of Pan through his murky eyes, he tried to touch her but he couldn't seem to move any part of his body. He couldn't even talk because his mouth was swollen from a broken jaw. Trunks moaned in agony as a tremendous surge of pain went through his body.
Pan looked down at Trunks, smiling that he was now awake. She stroked his stringy hair in symbolism that he was going to be okay.
"Your so beat up. I don't know if anyone will ever want to kiss you again."
Bra rushed back into the room, though, with none of the stuff Pan had asked for. She only carried a large white sheet.
"Here, give this to him." Bra said, flipping a senzu bean to Pan. "We have to move him on this sheet up to my mo... uh, Trunks' new laboratory. We have all that stuff up there."
Pan was aware of Bra's lapse in speech but she didn't bother to point it out. Instead she was focusing mainly on Trunks as she popped the senzu bean in his mouth and he swallowed it. This too seemed too much of an exercise for him because, again, he lapsed into unconsciousness.
Bra placed the sheet next to Trunks and grabbed his head as Pan grabbed his feet. They both grunted as they lifted him up, over, and back down on the sheet, staining it. Then, they both grabbed an end and lugged Trunks' body into "Trunks'" new laboratory.
When they reached there destination, Bra and Pan put Trunks on a metal table. Bra stood there, looking down at her fingers as she twirled them.
"Umm, I'm gonna.... get dad." She said in sort of a dazed voice. "I can't believe he did this."
Pan shot an angry glare at Bra. "That man in there," she said, pointing an accusing finger towards the direction of the gravity chamber from that room, "is NOT a hero Bra! He will NEVER be one either."
Bra started at the floor apologetically, and shrugged. "I know. It's just that... I thought he'd... changed. Since... then, I mean."
Pan looked baffled, as if the idea had never crossed her mind. "CHANGE!?" she almost laughed. "CHANGE!! That, that... monster will never change. He's a hard-ass, stubborn, good-for-nothing IDIOT." Pan shook her head. "No, he won't change."
Bra bit her lip. "Sorry. I guess... after all this time, since he hasn't, I just... shouldn't expect anything anymore." Bra walked out of the room and for a fleeting second, Pan felt an urge to go after Bra and comfort her and tell her everything was going to be okay. But, that was only a second and soon the urge was gone; and besides, Trunks was calling.
Pan walked back into the room, took one last, fleeting glance at the diminishing figure of Bra, and turned herself back to attention. Pan smiled as she grabbed some dabs of cotton and alcohol, starting to clean and dress Trunks' wounds.
"You okay?" Pan asked tensely, "You took quite a beating there."
Trunks sat up on the table, wincing slightly. "I suppose I'm as good as someone in my position can get."
Pan smiled, still cleaning an open wound on his arm.
"Ouch!" Trunks complained, placing his hand on Pan's.
Pan looked at Trunks.
"Oh! Uh... sorry." He suddenly let go.
A smile slid across Pan's features. "It's okay, no harm done."
Trunks looked at Pan warily, unsure of how to put what he wanted to say.
"Uhh Pan?"
"Hmm?" Pan remarked busily.
"A-about last night..."
Pan suddenly froze, looking up at Trunks fearfully, "What about last night?"
Trunks looked at the ceiling, as if it would supply him with the right words. "Well... it's just... it's just that... I didn't want you to take any offense, and...,"
Pan looked at Trunks expectantly.
"... And, it was the best night of my life."
Pan's eyes softened and her face fell into a gentle expression. Trunks' legs moved off the table and Pan sat where they had been. She drew a finger across Trunks' face, gently.
"I will never regret what happened last night, don't you worry."
Trunks drew close to Pan, Pan to Trunks. Both members ready for what was to come when an unannounced party burst through the doors.
"Pan!" Bra yelled, running into the room but stopping when she saw the scene before her.
Pan suddenly whirled around to meet Bra's gaze but lost her balance on the rickety table.
The table turned over as both Trunks and Pan fell to the ground, Trunks landing hard on his back and Pan falling on top of him.
Bra covered her mouth as if she had just seen something terrible. "Umm... I'm sorry to... interrupt whatever... you two were doing."
Pan sat up, rubbing her head. "No, Bra, you didn't interrupt... anything." Pan glanced back at Trunks then again to Bra. "So, what did you need?"
"Well... I'm not that good of a cook... and I need some help." Bra admitted.
Pan smiled, getting up and then helping Trunks up. "Too bad Bulma's not here to help her at the moment." Pan whispered, and with that she walked out of the room and towards the kitchen.
"I'll meet you there, Pan!" Bra called down the hallway. Turning back to her big brother, she saw that he was obviously troubled with something. "What's wrong Trunks?"
Trunks looked at the floor, sadness deeply evident in his voice. "She still doesn't know."
Bra's heart sank and her eyes became moist. "Dad told you?"
Trunks looked to his right, remembering his latter encounter with Vegeta. "Dad told me alright."
Bra winced in realization that that was the reason Trunks was even hurt. "Oh."
Trunks said no more as he quickly brushed past Bra, heading in the opposite direction Pan had gone.
* * *
Bra walked into the kitchen with a laden heart.
Pan looked up from the stove. "Hey Bra."
Walking over to where Pan stood, Bra looked in interest at what Pan was slaving over. "What are you cooking?"
Pan smiled. "Ya mean what I'm trying to cook. It's supposed to be bratwurst, and as you can see I threw in some onions and whatnot to spice it up."
"Will there be enough?"
Pan glanced at the clock hanging above the stove. "We've got time. I should be able to make enough for a regional army." Pan smirked. "But even that may not be enough."
For a short second Bra was happy, but she soon took an a pained expression again. "Uhh.. Pan, I think Trunks has something to tell you."
Pan looked up worriedly. "Is he okay?"
Bra said nothing but nodded her head in the direction Trunks went, Pan went that way on a mission to find him.
Watching Pan until she could see her n more, Bra looked at the screen door where Trunks had collapsed. Looking at beyond she could see the Gravity Chamber. Opening. Opening the screen door, Bra walked outside until she faced the Gravity Chamber's entrance were the door had been jammed into place for make shift privacy. Swallowing a large lump that had collected in her throat, Bra knocked.
* * *
Pan stood beneath Trunks' doorway leading to his room. Trunks was sitting on his bed, back towards Pan, starting at a picture.
"Trunks?" Pan said, sort of as a question trying to get him to reply, but Trunks neither moved nor answered. Pan decided to invite herself in.
Sitting next to Trunks on the bed, Pan looked at the small photo which lay in Trunks' had. It was a family picture, including all of his family: Bulma, Bra, Vegeta, and hisself. Every single one of them were smiling, even Vegeta. A stranger would have sworn on their life by just one glace that it was a perfect family.
"We look so peaceful, do we?" Trunks gave a short laugh. "Even Dad."
Pan looked at Trunks worriedly. "You still are... aren't you Trunks?"
Trunks didn't look at Pan, but continued to stare off into the distance, as if trying to remember some far off image, yet no other eyes but his could comprehend it. After a few minutes of silence had drifted by, Trunks seemed to snap back into reality, somewhat. Looking down at the picture, Trunks took the corner of the photo and slowly ripped the area where Bulma's hear was. He let go of it and watched it as it fluttered apart, alone, away, gone from the rest of the people in the picture. Trunks suddenly whined as if someone had cut out a part of him or had removed a vital organ, but in truth a whole section of his life, his world, his entire mentality had been torn away from him. One could never be the same after losing a family member.
"T-Trunks?"
"She's gone, hit the hay, slipped off the earth, dead. it wasn't even her time." Trunk' breath now came in ragged gulps of air, obviously not trying to break out in emotion.
Pan chook her head. "I don't understand." She looked at the floor then back at Trunks. "How?"
"Bra seemingly just briefed me." Trunks took a deep breath and told Pan everything, whether she was ready for it or not, she was told everything.
* * *
"What?!"
Bra took a deep breath. "Dad?" she said unsurely. "C-can I talk with you?"
There was silence, then the jammed suddenly feel to it's side, an open invitation. Stepping in, Bra was suddenly hit with an extreme sense of loneliness, obviously a feeling being strongly emitted by her Dad. Looking to her left, Bra saw that her Dad was leaning against the wall, knees bent, elbows on knees supporting his face. Bra looked up her countenance.
"You know what you did was wrong, right?"
There was no response from Vegeta, who remained starting at the floor, only silence.
"Your son, my brother." Bra reminded him as if he had forgotten. "How could you just take out your vengeance on poor Trunks? You know it's not his fault! I don't want to lose another family member!"
Finally moving, Vegeta let his hands slide to his sides, shaking his head as if in disbelief.
"I have to raise you alone now..."
Bra looked at Vegeta. "Dad... I don't think you unders,"
"The only reason I come back at nights," Vegeta interrupted, "was to come home to that smiling face of hers, but now it's gone." Vegeta buried his face in his hands, in great despair. "There's no reason even to go on with myself."
Bra rushed over to where Vegeta sat, shaking him by the shoulders, lifting his head up, "Don't say that!" Bra began to suddenly cry, the thought of losing him too almost too much to bear. "You can't just give up, you can't! Bulma wouldn't, she'd persevered, she'd just keep going!"
Vegeta pushed Bra's hands away. "it's not worth it, it's just not worth it."
Bra slapped Vegeta in frustration, a red hand mark on his cheek where her hand had made contact. "Stop being such a selfish bastard! I care about you, me and Trunks care about you! Think about how much more you'd hurt us if you died too?"
Vegeta shook his head sadly, "I've not helped this family prosper, I mean nothing to you and Trunks."
Bra looked at him in horror, she broke out weeping. "STOP IT!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, "STOP IT! You mean everything to the family, EVERYTHING!" As if proving that statement she embraced Vegeta firmly, still weeping on his chest.
Vegeta looked at Bra's weeping form, utterly surprised. But then Vegeta to began to do something he probably hadn't done for a long time, he began to feel. He felt Bra's pain and anguish. He too began to slowly embrace her, stroking her hair as if she were a mere babe.
"Shh Bra, it's okay, it's okay."
"No it's not," she said. "No it's not." Bra looked up into her Dad's eyes pleadingly.
"Promise me.... Promise me you won't leave us, please, I love you."
Vegeta's eyes became soft as he wiped tears from Bra's eyes. "I promise," he stated, careful to hide the emotions in his cracking voice.
Bra then laid the side of her head on Vegeta's already damp chest, basking in the moment as Vegeta still stroked her hair. Bra embracing Vegeta. Vegeta embracing Bra.
* * *
Trunks squeezed Pan tighter as she sobbed onto his shoulder.
"I knew I shouldn't have left, it's all my fault!"
Trunks pulled Pan off his shoulder. "No Pan! It's not your fault, you couldn't help it! Besides," Trunks said softly. "you should be glad you were in space with me. You could have been killed as well as anyone else."
Pan wiped her eyes, "I guess your right." Pan sniffed and then hugged Trunks. "Thank you."
Trunks patted Pan lightly on the back.
"I know, believe me it's been tough on us all! But we'll prevail, hope is still with us."
Pan looked up at Trunks. "Let our hope reign." she agreed as if ending a prayer in Amen.
Trunks suddenly coughed, looking up he wiggled his nose in putrid distaste. "What is that smell?"
Pan's eyes lit up at the question. "On no! Dinner!"
Jumping off the bed, Pan ran towards the kitchen but was immediately hit with a cloud of billowing black smoke, halfway there. Sucking in air, Pan dropped to her belly and crawled along on the floor until she was by the stove. Reaching up an arm, Pan turned the burner's off. Then grabbing an oven mitt, Pan grabbed the pan she had been cooking with and scooted on her belly some more until she was in front of the refrigerator. Quickly leaping up, she opened the freezer door and put the flaming pan inside, making sure to drop some ice cubes in the pan before shutting the freezer door. Inching along the floor, pan then exited from the screen door to the backyard; Bra, Trunks, and Vegeta were waiting for her.
"What happened!?" Bra asked as she rushed over to Pan, supporting her sooted frame.
Standing in front of the other, Pan brushed herself off, a large sweat drop appearing. "I uh... left the stove burning," she confessed.
Bra gasped, "Oh my gosh!"
"Did you put it out?" Trunks asked.
"Yup!" Pan said proudly. "Put it in the freezer!"
"What!?" Vegeta exclaimed. "The freezer?"
"Well I wasn't exactly left with many options you know."
Bra chuckled, "Ever hear of running it under water?"
Pan scratched her head, "Wow, that never crossed my mind."
Vegeta had silently dispersed from the group, bringing back with him a large fan. Placing the fan, face towards the house, he opened the screen door.
"Now that Goku's brat's brat put out the fire... with the freezer, we can clear out eh smoke with this." he patted the fan. "Somebody go and open the front door."
"I will," Trunks volunteered, already moving around the house. In the blink of an eye he was back.
Switching on the fan, Vegeta watched as the smoke slowly cleared away. "This is going to take too long."
"I'll help!" Trunks said, much like a giddy school boy.
Standing behind the slow working fan, Trunks emitted a sudden blast of his ki, which acted like a force field and pushed ever last bit of smoke out the door, even most of the soot no longer was part of the home.
"Good job Trunks!" Bra congratulated.
"Thanks Br...,"
"It was no big deal." Vegeta interrupted. Turning the fan off and kicking it aside. "Anybody could have done that."
"He's right Bra." Trunks shrugged. "You could probably have even done that."
"Well it was just the idea of congratulating him for something he accomplished!" Bra shouted at Vegeta, who had ducked inside the house.
Yet Bra's shouts fell upon deaf ears as Vegeta made his way towards the kitchen, eyeing every smudge of soot that still existed with great distaste. Grabbing a glass from the counter top he filled it with water, raising it to his lips. As if he had a better idea, Vegeta pulled it away from him, suddenly splashing it on his face, sighing at its cooling properties. It reminded him of Bulma's touch and how it made him so...
"What'd you do that for?" Pan asked curiously.
Vegeta scowled at her, being interrupted from his thoughts. "I need not explain myself to you, brat!" he said, brushing quickly past her.
Pan turned, shouting in Vegeta's direction. "I have a name you know!" she cried angrily. "It's Pan in case no one's informed you!"
Getting no reply, Pan threw up her hands in exasperation and frustration. Storming off into the living room, she threw herself onto the plush coach, momentarily distracted, she admired the repeating pattern of blooming roses, compliments of having women in the house.
Having viewed Pan's anger, Trunks walked into the room chuckling. "Try living with the guy."
Pan rolled her eyes. "I almost feel pity."
Trunks shrugged, "Me too."
Pan stood up, walking towards Trunks, looking deep within his eyes. "So, what do we do now? Now that almost everyone's.... gone?"
Trunks inhaled deeply, his voice unsure. "I really don't know Pan. I mean, off the top of my head I'd say go and find the seven dragonballs but..."
Pan looked up at him curiously. "But what?"
Trunks shook his head disappointedly, "But Bra checked Bulma's scanning devices, and they're no where in sight. The only explanation is they've disappeared. I have no idea what to expect next."
Pan laid her head against Trunks' chest, fighting back tears. "I-I just don't know if I can take this anymore. This sadness just keeps pressing at my skull, sooner or later it will crush."
Trunks held Pan close to him. "Please don't say that."
Pan embraced Trunks. "I think I need to hear my three favorite words," she said pleadingly. "Please Trunks."
"Um I-I-I...." he stuttered.
Pan smiled, head still on his chest. "You can do it... I know you can."
"Uhh H-h-h-h-i D-dad."
Pan twirled around fearfully, only to meet the angry eyes of Vegeta.
"H-hello sir." she said, as if providing an explanation.
"It's not what it looks like Dad."
Vegeta walked up to them, glaring at Pan. "You can sleep in Bra's room tonight. Go.... now!"
Pan scowled but obeyed, walking out the doorway.
Trunks puffed out his chest, feeling brave. "You can't rule over my life forever you know."
Vegeta's voice was full of contempt, "Your life's not worth ruling over, boy."
Trunks' complete mentality felt deflated, and feeling defeated, he left the room.
Vegeta scowled, plopping hisself down on the couch, feeling the satin flowers, it too reminding him of Bulma. Reaching for the remote, he turned on the tv, something to take his mind off her.
"And today on the news."
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"..wild rampaging.."
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"Boyscout cookies..."
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"...people screaming and running..."
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"...Nad's facial hair removing cream..."
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"...and while having a bubble bath try..."
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"...wearing this splendid new..."
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"...bra..."
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"...and have a good time..."
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"...going to the bathroom..."
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Vegeta finally decided upon a news program.
"Coming to you live from BS station is your girl reporter Anita Bath. Don't forget, unless you heard it here first, 'that's BS.'
"As you can see behind me the tv station toward International Re tod, as innocent victims flee from the tower, being attacked by some crazed human-like being who can fly. Seen destroying the parking lot with a strange yellow-colored beam, though it hasn't touched the building yet or even seen killing another being it has been spotting moving the station's transmittal wires into a circular pattern. What is this thing doing? And what purpose does it serve?"
Suddenly the being that had been talked about flew from there air to stand next to the news reporter.
"Gohan!" Vegeta said in surprise, his jaw gaping wide open.
Anita Bath continued. "And um.. here he is right now. What do you have to uh... say?"
Gohan looked at the microphone. "Can I use that?"
Anita Batch looked at him as if he were crazy. "Are you mad?"
"No really, I need to use that for just a second." Gohan reached for the microphone but the girl retorted, punching him in the face. Not even phasing him, he continued to try to pry the microphone from the girl's hand.
"Why don't you get another mic?!" Then the reporter went on a wild rampage, flailing her arms and delivering powerful kicks.
Not wanting to hurt her, Gohan stayed in a blocking position, unable to move. "look you just need to... ouch!" Gohan rubbed his cheek tenderly. Becoming very impatient, Gohan pulled back his arm and caught Anita Bath square in the face. Quickly retrieving the microphone he sought after, Gohan patted the reporter on the head apologetically. Looking back to the camera, he spoke to the nations.
"Um I really didn't mean to do that, sorry. Anyways," Gohan looked at the screen, almost as if looking straight at Vegeta himself. "Trunks, Pan, Vegeta, our world has fallen apart and much of our friends and family have left us. But there is hope. Because Goku has suddenly disappeared from us, our world has reeked of havoc and destruction. I think I've found a way to bring him back, but I need you to help. Now here's what you must do..."
"Pan!" Vegeta yelled. "Your father is on the television!"
TBC.......
