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PROLOGUE- Fifteen years ago, the evil Sayin, Raditz, came back to Earth to claim his revenge on his nemesis, Goku. Lucky for our planet, Goku was able to defeat him and ensure the world's safety. Even though he was banished, Raditz made sure that a part of him was still on Earth: he left a young girl pregnant with his child. He vowed to return to Earth someday and use the child to avenge his defeat. A few months later, a daughter was born to the girl, and as the years passed, everyone forgot Raditz and the baby grew up in peace. Yes, everyone forgot, all except the child's mother. She never forgot the vow and prayed it wouldn't come true. Hence, the story begins....
*** Goten sat in his French class at Orange Star High School, staring off into space. He was bored out of his mind. Why should he have to spend a perfectly good afternoon indoors on boring French verbs when he could be outside doing something more interesting, like training for the upcoming World Martial Arts Tournament? There was nothing Goten liked better than a good workout, except for good food in huge amounts. Why is this class so boring? he thought restlessly. I don't know how Gohan could stand this, and actually enjoy it. Oh, well, at least school is out soon. Then I have to train Pan today since Gohan is out of town. Goten ran a hand through his spiky black hair and tapped his foot impatiently. I can't take it anymore! This is torture! Why do we have to stay in school for so long? I swear-- "Goten!" barked the teacher. He sat up in surprise and hurried to answer. "Yes, ma'am," he said quickly. The teacher crossed her arms and frowned fiercely. "I asked you to translate the paragraph from last night's assignment. And I'm still waiting." Goten flipped frantically through the book, looking for the correct page. "Um, I lost my page," he answered sheepishly, after closing the book.
Heaving a frustrated sigh, the teacher stalked up the aisle towards Goten's desk. "I don't think you ever had it. You had better pay attention from now on, young man," she said, pointing a finger in his face. "And just so you don't forget this, you have detention this afternoon for thirty minutes." The bell rang just then. "Great," muttered the tall boy, " school's finally out, but I have to stay back. I guess it's my fault for not paying attention." At that moment, somebody tapped Goten on the shoulder. "Hi, Goten," said Myndi as he turned around. "Are you doing anything after school today? I was thinking we could go get something to eat. How does that sound?" Goten smiled apologetically at the petite blond in front of him. "Sorry Myndi, but I have detention this afternoon." "Only for half an hour, right?" "That's right." "What about after that? I'll still be free." "I have to train with my niece today. The World Martial Arts Tournament is coming up soon, you know. " "Oh. I see. You really are busy today, aren't you?" "Yeah, not to mention that I have a ton of homework." Myndi turned to go. "You may have gotten out of it this time, but I'll find some time when you're not busy and we can go out then. Call me later, okay?" "Sure! See you later." "Bye!" Myndi was one of the last people to leave the room. Goten got his books together and started for the door. He picked up his detention slip from the teacher and walked out the door. When he got to his locker, Trunks was waiting for him. Even though they were best friends, Trunks and Goten looked nothing alike. Goten was slightly taller with long, spiky black hair he wore in a ponytail, black eyes, and a carefree attitude. His mother swore he was the spitting image of his father, Goku. (My guess is that he wears the ponytail to keep his hair from sticking up so he won't look exactly like Goku. Just very similar. *snorts* As if that would help...) Trunks, who was a year older than Goten at 17, had short lavender hair and sky blue eyes. He tended to be the more intense one, but both boys were known for causing trouble. For Trunks, this was normal behavior. He had inherited the same I-do-what-I-want-when-I-want-to attitude from his father, Vegeta, who was notorious for being a menace to society, or at least to those who knew him. Both Trunks and Goten were strong fighters and could go SSJ2 and SSJ3, but only if they fused into Gotenks. "Hey, Goten. Where were you?" demanded Trunks, who hated to wait for anything. "Sorry, Trunks, I got in trouble during class today," Goten supplied. "Really. What did you do?" "I zoned out in class." "Big deal. I get in trouble just about everyday, but I guess this is pretty big for you, huh? What did you get?" "I got after school detention for today." "Not bad, Goten. There's hope for you yet." "What?! How can you say that? Once my mom hears about this, you know there won't be any hope for me at all!" Trunks winced. Everyone knew Goten's mom, Chichi, could really chew you out if you crossed her and it was not likely that this detention would go over well with her. "Good luck. Anyway," Trunks continued, " I have to go now. I'm supposed to watch Bura until mom gets home." Bura was Trunks' little sister. Goten stepped aside and nodded. " Later." With that, Trunks turned and walked away down the hall. Goten slammed his locker shut and started off towards the detention room. I hope Pan doesn't think I'm late on purpose because I did not plan this! *** Later that day, Goten walked into the gym, looking for Pan. He finally spotted her sparring with a girl, whom he assumed to be a friend. Pan was a pretty girl with shoulder length black hair and black eyes that set off her creamy porcelain skin tone. Even though she looked like Gohan, she had her mother, Videl's personality. "Pan!" Goten called. His niece looked around and broke into a huge grin when she saw him. "Hi, Goten! Where were you? I've been here for forty-five minutes," said the small black-haired girl. She didn't really believe in calling him 'uncle' and Goten didn't have a problem with it. "Sorry, I had to stay for detention." "Ouch. I bet this isn't going to go over well with your mother." "Hey, she's your grandmother too, runt. Look, I don't want to talk about it anymore. I'll get an earful when I get home. I'm here now, so let's get started." "Sure. But first, meet my friend, Rosha," Pan said. "She used to go to school with Marron, but now she goes to another school and trains here. Rosha, this is my uncle, who is also one of my trainers." Rosha had long, long strawberry blond hair in braided pigtails and light green eyes. She was the teeniest, tiniest bit shorter than Pan and on the skinny side. Rosha's cheeks dimpled slightly as she smiled and extended a hand. "Very nice to meet you. What should I call you?" she asked. Goten laughed and shook the outstretched hand. "Just call me Goten." For a moment, he noticed that Rosha had a surprisingly strong grip for a person her size. "So what brings you here? Are you training for anything in particular?" he asked, shaking off the strange yet brief sensation Rosha's hand had given him. "I'm training here for the World Martial Arts Tournament. Marron told me that there's a really good gym here, so I came and I ran into Pan-" Rosha trailed as Pan cut her off. "So, to make an extra long story short, I hope you don't mind having another student to train for the next few weeks," supplied Pan. "I mean, think about it. If we're both training for the tournament, then, naturally, it makes sense for Rosha and me to train together, right?" "Right," Goten said slowly, "but did you ask Rosha if she wants to work together? Maybe she'd prefer to work alone." Goten and Pan turned to Rosha. "Well, what do you say?" they both asked in unison. Rosha nodded vigorously. "Definitely. Sounds good to me." "See?" Pan said triumphantly. "So, you being the nicest uncle ever, wouldn't let us poor, defenseless girls fend for ourselves, would you?" "You defenseless? Pan, you beat me in the Tournament when you were five." "I can do it again, you know." Her expression was positively threatening, but he knew she wouldn't actually do anything. "Well, if you put it that way, do I have a choice?" Goten asked teasingly. "Nope." Goten scratched his head. "Well," he said, "if that's the case, then I guess it's okay. I'll just have to get Trunks to help though." Pan shook her head. "I guess you can't handle it, if you have to ask Trunks to help you." "Well, I obviously can't train you both at the same time," her uncle shot back. "You could if you wanted to." "Well I'm not going to do it. Besides, it'll even up the odds. We can go two on two." "If you put it that way... I guess it works." "Of course it does. Besides," he interjected slyly, "you shouldn't have a problem with the arrangement. You should be happy if Trunks does help you train." "Oh, shut up!" Pan's face was pink by then because she had a huge crush on Trunks and Goten knew it. Rosha was trying very hard not to laugh and coughed loudly. Goten chuckled and said, "Well, I won that one. Now that that's settled, I think we'd better get started." Pan sighed in defeat and nodded. "Where are we training today, Goten?" she questioned. "In the mountains," he replied. "Does that mean--?" "Yeah. An eight-mile run, some sparring, you know, the usual." "Aw man..." "But I guess if you can't take it..." "Alright, alright. You win." "Good. Now let's get going." Goten walked out of the gym with Pan and Rosha right behind him. "Um, Pan?" asked Rosha in a half whisper, "Is he always like this?" Pan crossed her arms behind her head. "Believe me, he gets much worse."
I hope that was fun for y'all. See you next chapter!
PROLOGUE- Fifteen years ago, the evil Sayin, Raditz, came back to Earth to claim his revenge on his nemesis, Goku. Lucky for our planet, Goku was able to defeat him and ensure the world's safety. Even though he was banished, Raditz made sure that a part of him was still on Earth: he left a young girl pregnant with his child. He vowed to return to Earth someday and use the child to avenge his defeat. A few months later, a daughter was born to the girl, and as the years passed, everyone forgot Raditz and the baby grew up in peace. Yes, everyone forgot, all except the child's mother. She never forgot the vow and prayed it wouldn't come true. Hence, the story begins....
*** Goten sat in his French class at Orange Star High School, staring off into space. He was bored out of his mind. Why should he have to spend a perfectly good afternoon indoors on boring French verbs when he could be outside doing something more interesting, like training for the upcoming World Martial Arts Tournament? There was nothing Goten liked better than a good workout, except for good food in huge amounts. Why is this class so boring? he thought restlessly. I don't know how Gohan could stand this, and actually enjoy it. Oh, well, at least school is out soon. Then I have to train Pan today since Gohan is out of town. Goten ran a hand through his spiky black hair and tapped his foot impatiently. I can't take it anymore! This is torture! Why do we have to stay in school for so long? I swear-- "Goten!" barked the teacher. He sat up in surprise and hurried to answer. "Yes, ma'am," he said quickly. The teacher crossed her arms and frowned fiercely. "I asked you to translate the paragraph from last night's assignment. And I'm still waiting." Goten flipped frantically through the book, looking for the correct page. "Um, I lost my page," he answered sheepishly, after closing the book.
Heaving a frustrated sigh, the teacher stalked up the aisle towards Goten's desk. "I don't think you ever had it. You had better pay attention from now on, young man," she said, pointing a finger in his face. "And just so you don't forget this, you have detention this afternoon for thirty minutes." The bell rang just then. "Great," muttered the tall boy, " school's finally out, but I have to stay back. I guess it's my fault for not paying attention." At that moment, somebody tapped Goten on the shoulder. "Hi, Goten," said Myndi as he turned around. "Are you doing anything after school today? I was thinking we could go get something to eat. How does that sound?" Goten smiled apologetically at the petite blond in front of him. "Sorry Myndi, but I have detention this afternoon." "Only for half an hour, right?" "That's right." "What about after that? I'll still be free." "I have to train with my niece today. The World Martial Arts Tournament is coming up soon, you know. " "Oh. I see. You really are busy today, aren't you?" "Yeah, not to mention that I have a ton of homework." Myndi turned to go. "You may have gotten out of it this time, but I'll find some time when you're not busy and we can go out then. Call me later, okay?" "Sure! See you later." "Bye!" Myndi was one of the last people to leave the room. Goten got his books together and started for the door. He picked up his detention slip from the teacher and walked out the door. When he got to his locker, Trunks was waiting for him. Even though they were best friends, Trunks and Goten looked nothing alike. Goten was slightly taller with long, spiky black hair he wore in a ponytail, black eyes, and a carefree attitude. His mother swore he was the spitting image of his father, Goku. (My guess is that he wears the ponytail to keep his hair from sticking up so he won't look exactly like Goku. Just very similar. *snorts* As if that would help...) Trunks, who was a year older than Goten at 17, had short lavender hair and sky blue eyes. He tended to be the more intense one, but both boys were known for causing trouble. For Trunks, this was normal behavior. He had inherited the same I-do-what-I-want-when-I-want-to attitude from his father, Vegeta, who was notorious for being a menace to society, or at least to those who knew him. Both Trunks and Goten were strong fighters and could go SSJ2 and SSJ3, but only if they fused into Gotenks. "Hey, Goten. Where were you?" demanded Trunks, who hated to wait for anything. "Sorry, Trunks, I got in trouble during class today," Goten supplied. "Really. What did you do?" "I zoned out in class." "Big deal. I get in trouble just about everyday, but I guess this is pretty big for you, huh? What did you get?" "I got after school detention for today." "Not bad, Goten. There's hope for you yet." "What?! How can you say that? Once my mom hears about this, you know there won't be any hope for me at all!" Trunks winced. Everyone knew Goten's mom, Chichi, could really chew you out if you crossed her and it was not likely that this detention would go over well with her. "Good luck. Anyway," Trunks continued, " I have to go now. I'm supposed to watch Bura until mom gets home." Bura was Trunks' little sister. Goten stepped aside and nodded. " Later." With that, Trunks turned and walked away down the hall. Goten slammed his locker shut and started off towards the detention room. I hope Pan doesn't think I'm late on purpose because I did not plan this! *** Later that day, Goten walked into the gym, looking for Pan. He finally spotted her sparring with a girl, whom he assumed to be a friend. Pan was a pretty girl with shoulder length black hair and black eyes that set off her creamy porcelain skin tone. Even though she looked like Gohan, she had her mother, Videl's personality. "Pan!" Goten called. His niece looked around and broke into a huge grin when she saw him. "Hi, Goten! Where were you? I've been here for forty-five minutes," said the small black-haired girl. She didn't really believe in calling him 'uncle' and Goten didn't have a problem with it. "Sorry, I had to stay for detention." "Ouch. I bet this isn't going to go over well with your mother." "Hey, she's your grandmother too, runt. Look, I don't want to talk about it anymore. I'll get an earful when I get home. I'm here now, so let's get started." "Sure. But first, meet my friend, Rosha," Pan said. "She used to go to school with Marron, but now she goes to another school and trains here. Rosha, this is my uncle, who is also one of my trainers." Rosha had long, long strawberry blond hair in braided pigtails and light green eyes. She was the teeniest, tiniest bit shorter than Pan and on the skinny side. Rosha's cheeks dimpled slightly as she smiled and extended a hand. "Very nice to meet you. What should I call you?" she asked. Goten laughed and shook the outstretched hand. "Just call me Goten." For a moment, he noticed that Rosha had a surprisingly strong grip for a person her size. "So what brings you here? Are you training for anything in particular?" he asked, shaking off the strange yet brief sensation Rosha's hand had given him. "I'm training here for the World Martial Arts Tournament. Marron told me that there's a really good gym here, so I came and I ran into Pan-" Rosha trailed as Pan cut her off. "So, to make an extra long story short, I hope you don't mind having another student to train for the next few weeks," supplied Pan. "I mean, think about it. If we're both training for the tournament, then, naturally, it makes sense for Rosha and me to train together, right?" "Right," Goten said slowly, "but did you ask Rosha if she wants to work together? Maybe she'd prefer to work alone." Goten and Pan turned to Rosha. "Well, what do you say?" they both asked in unison. Rosha nodded vigorously. "Definitely. Sounds good to me." "See?" Pan said triumphantly. "So, you being the nicest uncle ever, wouldn't let us poor, defenseless girls fend for ourselves, would you?" "You defenseless? Pan, you beat me in the Tournament when you were five." "I can do it again, you know." Her expression was positively threatening, but he knew she wouldn't actually do anything. "Well, if you put it that way, do I have a choice?" Goten asked teasingly. "Nope." Goten scratched his head. "Well," he said, "if that's the case, then I guess it's okay. I'll just have to get Trunks to help though." Pan shook her head. "I guess you can't handle it, if you have to ask Trunks to help you." "Well, I obviously can't train you both at the same time," her uncle shot back. "You could if you wanted to." "Well I'm not going to do it. Besides, it'll even up the odds. We can go two on two." "If you put it that way... I guess it works." "Of course it does. Besides," he interjected slyly, "you shouldn't have a problem with the arrangement. You should be happy if Trunks does help you train." "Oh, shut up!" Pan's face was pink by then because she had a huge crush on Trunks and Goten knew it. Rosha was trying very hard not to laugh and coughed loudly. Goten chuckled and said, "Well, I won that one. Now that that's settled, I think we'd better get started." Pan sighed in defeat and nodded. "Where are we training today, Goten?" she questioned. "In the mountains," he replied. "Does that mean--?" "Yeah. An eight-mile run, some sparring, you know, the usual." "Aw man..." "But I guess if you can't take it..." "Alright, alright. You win." "Good. Now let's get going." Goten walked out of the gym with Pan and Rosha right behind him. "Um, Pan?" asked Rosha in a half whisper, "Is he always like this?" Pan crossed her arms behind her head. "Believe me, he gets much worse."
I hope that was fun for y'all. See you next chapter!