"Finally out aren't you? You alright now?"
I nodded. "Are you my father?" I clamped my mouth. ' baka, baka!'
"What?"
"Nothing! It's nothing!" I squeaked out. "No, you asked if I was your father."
"No, no I didn't."
I looked down. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't lie. I'm really not sure. Gohan told me my father had spicky hair, but he also said goku, goten, and yeah. I was confused, I'm not sure. One second, my love shoots me, next second I'm here, I some a twin named Trunks, I had a boyfriend named Goten. And I'm just confused. I'm sorry, as I said." I sank to my knees and started to cry.
"Who shoots you?"
"My love, my husband. He killed me. Only because he was ,mad at me. I didn't do all he asked for and told him to leave..and.. I just want to go home. With My friends and family, Usagi was right. Mamoru was a mistake,"
He helped me up. I walked with him out of the room. He was my father. If he wasn't he wouldn't be so caring. He helped me to my room. "Thank you, father.." I slowly closed the door. I took a deep breath and sat dowm on my bed. (I know, Vegeta was a little ooc, but, oh well, just that one time. I didn't make him talk the last time because I didn't know what he would've said...oh well..) I walked out of the room again. I walked somewhere. Not sure where. I was just walking. I walked into a room. A boy was in there, he had lavender hair and was described just as gohan said. This was my twin brother. He was at a desk. Doing paper worl of come dsort. When I shut the door, he turned around
"Hotaru.."
"Hello Trunks."
"So, are you alright now."
"Yeah! I am. Thanks..So, sorry for bothering you. See ya."
I walked out of the room. I walked downstairs. I pasted my mom. "Hotaru! Honey! your out of your room!"
She hugged me. I hugged back. "Yeah, I'm all better now...mom," I felt a little uneasy saying mom to a complete stranger, but, in the future I'll be use to it. "Oh and mom. I always tell this, if I don't I'll feel guilty, I met someone."
She grinned. "That's great honey! Who is it?"
"I think you know him. Gohan."
She blinked constantly. "Gohan? Goten's older brother Gohan?"
"Why do you have a problem with it? If you do~~~"
"No, no, no, that's great, Gohan's so much better than Goten! I always thought you should go out with Gohan."
I looked down and grinned, "You know for a mom, you sure act like a teen."
She laughed. I walked past her. I walked back to my room. I was just walking back and forth because I had nothing to do. I sat on my bed again. It was now nine o' clock. I looked at my lamps. I found a note by my lava lamp.
'look behind you.' (like a movie ain't it? Heh heh..)
I turned around sharply, half expecting someone to be there. Someone was. I gasped. The familar face of Mamoru. I searched my pockets for my wand.
"Looking for this?" He held up my wand. I growled under my breath. "Give it back Mamoru." He simply laughed.
"You wanna play? Then bring it!" He said.
"What do think this of? Some kind of movie? Because, it's already been brought! Give me back my wand! Or else. My father is a very strong person, as well as me, and we can kick your ass!" (ok, sometimes, people can be ooc...in this story anyway, I'd get use to it, if you want to get this story. It can be very confusing at times...And I just saw bring it on, and a comercail of not another teen movie which reminded me...and I'm screwed up....=P)
"I'd like see you try,"
"I heard from a friend of mine. My dad always listens to me (she has that power over Vegeta like Bra. hehe.) So...DADDY!!"
Some one burst into the door. "dad. Do you remember the guy I told you shot me before I was reborn here? He's right there."
He made an expression on his face, which I could never describe how, but only pure anger. before I even blinked, Mamoru was down. Bleeding too. I was laughing in my head. In knowing that I have claimed my revenge.
I have nothing more to write right now, so I'm ending it here...
~*Cosmicmoon
I nodded. "Are you my father?" I clamped my mouth. ' baka, baka!'
"What?"
"Nothing! It's nothing!" I squeaked out. "No, you asked if I was your father."
"No, no I didn't."
I looked down. "I-I'm sorry, I shouldn't lie. I'm really not sure. Gohan told me my father had spicky hair, but he also said goku, goten, and yeah. I was confused, I'm not sure. One second, my love shoots me, next second I'm here, I some a twin named Trunks, I had a boyfriend named Goten. And I'm just confused. I'm sorry, as I said." I sank to my knees and started to cry.
"Who shoots you?"
"My love, my husband. He killed me. Only because he was ,mad at me. I didn't do all he asked for and told him to leave..and.. I just want to go home. With My friends and family, Usagi was right. Mamoru was a mistake,"
He helped me up. I walked with him out of the room. He was my father. If he wasn't he wouldn't be so caring. He helped me to my room. "Thank you, father.." I slowly closed the door. I took a deep breath and sat dowm on my bed. (I know, Vegeta was a little ooc, but, oh well, just that one time. I didn't make him talk the last time because I didn't know what he would've said...oh well..) I walked out of the room again. I walked somewhere. Not sure where. I was just walking. I walked into a room. A boy was in there, he had lavender hair and was described just as gohan said. This was my twin brother. He was at a desk. Doing paper worl of come dsort. When I shut the door, he turned around
"Hotaru.."
"Hello Trunks."
"So, are you alright now."
"Yeah! I am. Thanks..So, sorry for bothering you. See ya."
I walked out of the room. I walked downstairs. I pasted my mom. "Hotaru! Honey! your out of your room!"
She hugged me. I hugged back. "Yeah, I'm all better now...mom," I felt a little uneasy saying mom to a complete stranger, but, in the future I'll be use to it. "Oh and mom. I always tell this, if I don't I'll feel guilty, I met someone."
She grinned. "That's great honey! Who is it?"
"I think you know him. Gohan."
She blinked constantly. "Gohan? Goten's older brother Gohan?"
"Why do you have a problem with it? If you do~~~"
"No, no, no, that's great, Gohan's so much better than Goten! I always thought you should go out with Gohan."
I looked down and grinned, "You know for a mom, you sure act like a teen."
She laughed. I walked past her. I walked back to my room. I was just walking back and forth because I had nothing to do. I sat on my bed again. It was now nine o' clock. I looked at my lamps. I found a note by my lava lamp.
'look behind you.' (like a movie ain't it? Heh heh..)
I turned around sharply, half expecting someone to be there. Someone was. I gasped. The familar face of Mamoru. I searched my pockets for my wand.
"Looking for this?" He held up my wand. I growled under my breath. "Give it back Mamoru." He simply laughed.
"You wanna play? Then bring it!" He said.
"What do think this of? Some kind of movie? Because, it's already been brought! Give me back my wand! Or else. My father is a very strong person, as well as me, and we can kick your ass!" (ok, sometimes, people can be ooc...in this story anyway, I'd get use to it, if you want to get this story. It can be very confusing at times...And I just saw bring it on, and a comercail of not another teen movie which reminded me...and I'm screwed up....=P)
"I'd like see you try,"
"I heard from a friend of mine. My dad always listens to me (she has that power over Vegeta like Bra. hehe.) So...DADDY!!"
Some one burst into the door. "dad. Do you remember the guy I told you shot me before I was reborn here? He's right there."
He made an expression on his face, which I could never describe how, but only pure anger. before I even blinked, Mamoru was down. Bleeding too. I was laughing in my head. In knowing that I have claimed my revenge.
I have nothing more to write right now, so I'm ending it here...
~*Cosmicmoon
