Saiyajin Siblings: The Demon Within - Chapter 2
Author's Note: I don't own DB/Z.
"And Goku is the winner!"
That announcement brought her out of her thoughts. "Of course, I never expected any less," she spoke to herself. She looked down to the tournament ring in pride. When everyone fled from the last battle with the namekian, she remained vowing not to leave his side in case it turned for the worse. Bulma even tensed as she saw Piccolo's motions, making in her eyes he was a worthy adversary. When Goku finally defeated him she sighed in relief. She remembered the pact they had made years ago.
"Never get involved unless the situation looks bleak," she spoke as she watched her friend lift himself up and smile at her. She knew how strong he was and what he was capable of. She smiled back as she rose from her seat, her tail waving back in forth in happiness. She watched him float up into the air, mastering the flying technique.
"He has to show me how to do that," she laughed to herself as she started to descend down the bleachers.
She stopped in her tracks when the announcer spoke up again.
"Wait a minute folks! It looks like we have yet another challenger!"
Bulma's eyes narrowed as the information registered. 'Who in their right mind would consider challenging him after what he just went through?' she thought angrily. Her tail flared as her eyes watched the warrior approach the ring.
"I know that person from somewhere," she growled. Then her eyes fell upon the tail that swayed gently behind the warrior.
Bulma tried to steady the uneasiness that racked her body. The warrior looked oddly familiar to her yet she couldn't place a name with the face. Out of habit she placed her hand upon the katana that she carried with her. In response to her fingers wrapping around the hilt, she smirked remembering how she had acquired the fine blade.
~~ Flashback ~~
"What is the matter with you girl? I give you a minor strength test, and you act like it's the end of the world!" Master Roshi berated Bulma as she struggled to pull the load of rocks across the path. She had only moved 2 feet in the four hours that they had been training. Goku had already completed the task several times with ease, yet couldn't understand the difficulty with Bulma.
"You must have not noticed old man," she grunted out, still attempting to pull the rocks, "I do not have strength. I have never had strength to rely on, only speed and my mind."
That statement set off the light bulb in Master Roshi's head. "For Kami's sake Bulma, don't you think you could have told me that earlier?" he chuckled as he walked over to her and undid the ropes around her waist.
Bulma rolled her eyes in disbelief. "I think I have told you that several times now," she muttered, rubbing her waist where the ropes had burned into her.
"Well, you have to be able to protect yourself somehow," he thought aloud. "Wait here, I think I may have something." With that he took off back to his house.
Bulma rose an eyebrow and looked at Goku, who just shrugged. They had both quit trying to figure the old man out. Seconds later he returned carrying a bundle in his hands.
"I knew I still had it! Since you can't defend yourself with strength and mind alone, perhaps you can with your deftness," he said with bubbling enthusiasm as he unwrapped the cloth from around the object.
Sunlight gleamed off the metal into Bulma's eyes, causing her to squint in annoyance. Once her eyes adjusted, they widened in obvious approval. Laying amid the cloth that binded it tightly from the world, was a slightly curved blade adorning an azure dragon pommel. In wonderment, she bent down and hesitantly placed her fingers onto the katana.
"Great craftsmanship eh?" Master Roshi grinned as he watched her slowly pick up the blade. "Now that was given to me many years ago, I am passing it down to you on one condition," he grinned.
"You mean you are giving this to me?" she asked in amazement. With one nod of the old mans head, she shrieked and kissed him atop his balding head.
"Never mind," Master Roshi stuttered as Bulma ran off to practice.
~~ End Flashback ~~
'I have trained with it ever since,' she thought to herself as she brought her attention back toward the ring.
"I will use it if I have to."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The wind picked up as the new comer entered the ring. Nodding once to the announcer, the warrior removed the cloak that was draped across lithe shoulders and threw it to the ground.
"Thought I had forgotten about your promise, didn't you?" the warrior said accusingly, dropping into a fighting stance.
Goku scratched the back of his head, trying to remember what he had promised and to whom. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bulma place one hand on her katana. Goku felt Bulma's uneasiness, and crouched down in a fighting stance as well.
"I honestly don't remember a promise. Would you mind telling me what about?" he cautiously replied, while searching for information in his mind. The warrior's face seemed so familiar to him yet he couldn't place where they had met.
"If you can't remember, maybe I ought to knock your memory back," the warrior lowly taunted. From behind, a tail flickered back in forth in anticipation.
Goku's eyes widened as he remembered. "Chichi? No way! You grew up!" he exclaimed, coming up from his defensive position. He turned his back to Chichi and yelled up into the stands. "Hey Bulma! It's only Chichi! No need for being on guard anymore!"
One of the corners of Chichi's mouth rose up into a semi-smile. "Just because you remember me does not mean that I am not going to fight you."
Goku turned back around with a confused look on his face. "What? You are serious about fighting me?" he asked in bewilderment. "Didn't you just see what happened between me and Piccolo? Plus I have been training for years. I really don't want to fight you. You might get hurt," Goku was going to continue until he noticed Chichi starting to shake from rage.
"You must have never learned rule number one of fighting. Never underestimate your opponent," she growled, narrowing her eyes and rushing at Goku.
Goku quickly threw up his hands, blocking the vicious blows aimed for his head. "For Kami's sake Chichi! What did I forget that has got you so riled up?"
Chichi just snarled as she kicked out at his stomach, knocking him to the ground. "You don't remember riding along with me on that cloud?"
Goku winced as he clutched his stomach. He still wasn't fully healed from the last battle and this was taking the last bit of energy he had left. He racked his brain trying to figure out what he had promised her. He noticed Bulma darting down the bleachers and he tried to raise a hand to stop her.
Chichi, losing all patience, picked him up and slammed him into the ground again, determined she was going to make him remember. "I suggest you remember quickly," she growled as her ebony eyes bore into his. She froze as she felt a small prick at the base of her neck. She turned her head around and narrowed her eyes at the blade that was inches away from her face.
Cold blue eyes bore into her. "And I suggest you back off."
Goku's eyes darted back and forth between the staring contest that Bulma and Chichi were having. "Uh Chichi?" he forced out almost inaudible.
"If I were you I would get that blade out of my face before I force it down your throat," Chichi threatened, hoping that the older woman would take the bait.
"Chichi?"
Bulma's mouth curved into a slight smile. "I'd like to see you try."
"Chichi I am trying to.."
ChiChi narrowed her eyes. "Don't think I won't."
Goku losing all patience at the cat fight decided to get her attention another way. Levitating up off the ground again, he dangled the astonished Chichi up into the air. "Will you listen now?"
Bulma lowered her katana to her side and laughed at the scene. Chichi was scrambling in the air trying to wrap her legs around Goku's waist to keep from falling, all the while Goku was shaking his head.
"PUT ME DOWN!"
"Nope not until you tell me what I promised. I don't have the greatest memory, and I hate not knowing that I made a promise I didn't keep."
Chichi wrapped her arms around his neck and looked at him with terrified eyes. Men were not supposed to fly, she kept telling herself as she looked to the ground. Her tail wrapped tightly around Goku's leg as she braced herself to tell him. "You promised to marry me."
Goku almost dropped her when the words came out of her mouth. "Oh is that all? Well then what do I need to do to marry you," he asked not understanding what marry meant.
"If you put me down on the ground I will tell you!" she cried squeezing his neck tighter.
Goku did as requested and lowered them both back to the ground. Chichi quickly let go, bent down and kissed the ring in relief.
"Is she insane?" Bulma mouthed to Goku who just shrugged his shoulders.
Chichi looked up and glared at Bulma. "Goku, to marry me we have to get dressed up and visit a preacher. We say 'I do' and we are married. Nothing to it."
"Sounds easy enough."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Goku how gullible can you be? Getting married means making a commitment. I know how you are with commitment. You can't even make it to a sparring session on time."
"Hey I can take commitment seriously. This is my chance to show it. Plus I promised Chichi when we were little. I always keep my word," Goku pouted as Chichi threw her arms around him. A slight blush crossed his cheeks as she snuggled into his neck.
"I knew you were honorable! We have no time to spare! Daddy is waiting on us in the chapel!"
"Ok, lets go then." Goku replied happily knowing that the female was pleased and not trying to choke him anymore.
"Ahem."
Goku turned back to Bulma as he called Nimbus. Seeing the sad expression on her face, he placed his hand on her shoulder. "I won't be gone long. Take care of yourself and keep training, when I get back I want to get back to sparring with you."
Bulma sighed, and nodded in understanding. "Take care of yourself, I expect to see you back in a month. Go on, get out of here."
Goku grinned as he hopped on top of Nimbus, and took off with Chichi.
Bulma just shook her head, "One month Goku"
She didn't see him again until 5 years later.
Author's Note: I don't own DB/Z.
"And Goku is the winner!"
That announcement brought her out of her thoughts. "Of course, I never expected any less," she spoke to herself. She looked down to the tournament ring in pride. When everyone fled from the last battle with the namekian, she remained vowing not to leave his side in case it turned for the worse. Bulma even tensed as she saw Piccolo's motions, making in her eyes he was a worthy adversary. When Goku finally defeated him she sighed in relief. She remembered the pact they had made years ago.
"Never get involved unless the situation looks bleak," she spoke as she watched her friend lift himself up and smile at her. She knew how strong he was and what he was capable of. She smiled back as she rose from her seat, her tail waving back in forth in happiness. She watched him float up into the air, mastering the flying technique.
"He has to show me how to do that," she laughed to herself as she started to descend down the bleachers.
She stopped in her tracks when the announcer spoke up again.
"Wait a minute folks! It looks like we have yet another challenger!"
Bulma's eyes narrowed as the information registered. 'Who in their right mind would consider challenging him after what he just went through?' she thought angrily. Her tail flared as her eyes watched the warrior approach the ring.
"I know that person from somewhere," she growled. Then her eyes fell upon the tail that swayed gently behind the warrior.
Bulma tried to steady the uneasiness that racked her body. The warrior looked oddly familiar to her yet she couldn't place a name with the face. Out of habit she placed her hand upon the katana that she carried with her. In response to her fingers wrapping around the hilt, she smirked remembering how she had acquired the fine blade.
~~ Flashback ~~
"What is the matter with you girl? I give you a minor strength test, and you act like it's the end of the world!" Master Roshi berated Bulma as she struggled to pull the load of rocks across the path. She had only moved 2 feet in the four hours that they had been training. Goku had already completed the task several times with ease, yet couldn't understand the difficulty with Bulma.
"You must have not noticed old man," she grunted out, still attempting to pull the rocks, "I do not have strength. I have never had strength to rely on, only speed and my mind."
That statement set off the light bulb in Master Roshi's head. "For Kami's sake Bulma, don't you think you could have told me that earlier?" he chuckled as he walked over to her and undid the ropes around her waist.
Bulma rolled her eyes in disbelief. "I think I have told you that several times now," she muttered, rubbing her waist where the ropes had burned into her.
"Well, you have to be able to protect yourself somehow," he thought aloud. "Wait here, I think I may have something." With that he took off back to his house.
Bulma rose an eyebrow and looked at Goku, who just shrugged. They had both quit trying to figure the old man out. Seconds later he returned carrying a bundle in his hands.
"I knew I still had it! Since you can't defend yourself with strength and mind alone, perhaps you can with your deftness," he said with bubbling enthusiasm as he unwrapped the cloth from around the object.
Sunlight gleamed off the metal into Bulma's eyes, causing her to squint in annoyance. Once her eyes adjusted, they widened in obvious approval. Laying amid the cloth that binded it tightly from the world, was a slightly curved blade adorning an azure dragon pommel. In wonderment, she bent down and hesitantly placed her fingers onto the katana.
"Great craftsmanship eh?" Master Roshi grinned as he watched her slowly pick up the blade. "Now that was given to me many years ago, I am passing it down to you on one condition," he grinned.
"You mean you are giving this to me?" she asked in amazement. With one nod of the old mans head, she shrieked and kissed him atop his balding head.
"Never mind," Master Roshi stuttered as Bulma ran off to practice.
~~ End Flashback ~~
'I have trained with it ever since,' she thought to herself as she brought her attention back toward the ring.
"I will use it if I have to."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The wind picked up as the new comer entered the ring. Nodding once to the announcer, the warrior removed the cloak that was draped across lithe shoulders and threw it to the ground.
"Thought I had forgotten about your promise, didn't you?" the warrior said accusingly, dropping into a fighting stance.
Goku scratched the back of his head, trying to remember what he had promised and to whom. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bulma place one hand on her katana. Goku felt Bulma's uneasiness, and crouched down in a fighting stance as well.
"I honestly don't remember a promise. Would you mind telling me what about?" he cautiously replied, while searching for information in his mind. The warrior's face seemed so familiar to him yet he couldn't place where they had met.
"If you can't remember, maybe I ought to knock your memory back," the warrior lowly taunted. From behind, a tail flickered back in forth in anticipation.
Goku's eyes widened as he remembered. "Chichi? No way! You grew up!" he exclaimed, coming up from his defensive position. He turned his back to Chichi and yelled up into the stands. "Hey Bulma! It's only Chichi! No need for being on guard anymore!"
One of the corners of Chichi's mouth rose up into a semi-smile. "Just because you remember me does not mean that I am not going to fight you."
Goku turned back around with a confused look on his face. "What? You are serious about fighting me?" he asked in bewilderment. "Didn't you just see what happened between me and Piccolo? Plus I have been training for years. I really don't want to fight you. You might get hurt," Goku was going to continue until he noticed Chichi starting to shake from rage.
"You must have never learned rule number one of fighting. Never underestimate your opponent," she growled, narrowing her eyes and rushing at Goku.
Goku quickly threw up his hands, blocking the vicious blows aimed for his head. "For Kami's sake Chichi! What did I forget that has got you so riled up?"
Chichi just snarled as she kicked out at his stomach, knocking him to the ground. "You don't remember riding along with me on that cloud?"
Goku winced as he clutched his stomach. He still wasn't fully healed from the last battle and this was taking the last bit of energy he had left. He racked his brain trying to figure out what he had promised her. He noticed Bulma darting down the bleachers and he tried to raise a hand to stop her.
Chichi, losing all patience, picked him up and slammed him into the ground again, determined she was going to make him remember. "I suggest you remember quickly," she growled as her ebony eyes bore into his. She froze as she felt a small prick at the base of her neck. She turned her head around and narrowed her eyes at the blade that was inches away from her face.
Cold blue eyes bore into her. "And I suggest you back off."
Goku's eyes darted back and forth between the staring contest that Bulma and Chichi were having. "Uh Chichi?" he forced out almost inaudible.
"If I were you I would get that blade out of my face before I force it down your throat," Chichi threatened, hoping that the older woman would take the bait.
"Chichi?"
Bulma's mouth curved into a slight smile. "I'd like to see you try."
"Chichi I am trying to.."
ChiChi narrowed her eyes. "Don't think I won't."
Goku losing all patience at the cat fight decided to get her attention another way. Levitating up off the ground again, he dangled the astonished Chichi up into the air. "Will you listen now?"
Bulma lowered her katana to her side and laughed at the scene. Chichi was scrambling in the air trying to wrap her legs around Goku's waist to keep from falling, all the while Goku was shaking his head.
"PUT ME DOWN!"
"Nope not until you tell me what I promised. I don't have the greatest memory, and I hate not knowing that I made a promise I didn't keep."
Chichi wrapped her arms around his neck and looked at him with terrified eyes. Men were not supposed to fly, she kept telling herself as she looked to the ground. Her tail wrapped tightly around Goku's leg as she braced herself to tell him. "You promised to marry me."
Goku almost dropped her when the words came out of her mouth. "Oh is that all? Well then what do I need to do to marry you," he asked not understanding what marry meant.
"If you put me down on the ground I will tell you!" she cried squeezing his neck tighter.
Goku did as requested and lowered them both back to the ground. Chichi quickly let go, bent down and kissed the ring in relief.
"Is she insane?" Bulma mouthed to Goku who just shrugged his shoulders.
Chichi looked up and glared at Bulma. "Goku, to marry me we have to get dressed up and visit a preacher. We say 'I do' and we are married. Nothing to it."
"Sounds easy enough."
Bulma rolled her eyes. "Goku how gullible can you be? Getting married means making a commitment. I know how you are with commitment. You can't even make it to a sparring session on time."
"Hey I can take commitment seriously. This is my chance to show it. Plus I promised Chichi when we were little. I always keep my word," Goku pouted as Chichi threw her arms around him. A slight blush crossed his cheeks as she snuggled into his neck.
"I knew you were honorable! We have no time to spare! Daddy is waiting on us in the chapel!"
"Ok, lets go then." Goku replied happily knowing that the female was pleased and not trying to choke him anymore.
"Ahem."
Goku turned back to Bulma as he called Nimbus. Seeing the sad expression on her face, he placed his hand on her shoulder. "I won't be gone long. Take care of yourself and keep training, when I get back I want to get back to sparring with you."
Bulma sighed, and nodded in understanding. "Take care of yourself, I expect to see you back in a month. Go on, get out of here."
Goku grinned as he hopped on top of Nimbus, and took off with Chichi.
Bulma just shook her head, "One month Goku"
She didn't see him again until 5 years later.
