Hey, it's me, Chrissie-chan! I forgot that I have to write a disclaimer in
my chapters, so here it is:
I DO NOT OWN DBZ OR ANY OF AKIRA TORIYAMA'S CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN ROSHA AND RAE (Those two are MY characters! I created them, so there! *sticks out tongue anime-style*)
I just posted this fanfic, but I've been writing it for a few months now. It's my first fanfic so I wanna know what you think. Anyways, I hope you all read the first chapter of this story. Please, please, please review my chapters if you read them and tell me what you think! Well, here's Chapter 2. Enjoy!
About six hours later, the girls finished their training. "Had enough yet, ladies?" asked Goten. Pan groaned. "I've definitely had enough. If I don't qualify for the Tournament, it won't be because I didn't try. What about you Rosha? Tough enough for you?" The red-haired girl stretched and replied, "Of course it was tough. But that was fun. Will it always be like this, or are you going to go easy on us tomorrow?" Goten crossed his arms. "Tomorrow will be worse, since Trunks is coming." Rosha frowned slightly. "I take it that that this Trunks dude doesn't mess around." Pan shot to her feet. "Are you kidding?" she shrieked. "Trunks is worse then Goten! He's even worse than my dad is and Dad can get really brutal." "Wow, then I guess I'd better focus more tomorrow, if Trunks is as tough as you say." Pan shook her head. It looked as if Rosha would have to find out the hard way what training with Trunks was like. She looked at her watch and gasped. "We'd better get home; it's getting later than I realized." At this comment, Rosha started and glanced at her own watch, then smacked her forehead and stood up. "You're right, my mom will pitch a hissy fit if I'm not home, like right now!" Goten started for his car. "Then I guess we'd better not keep your mom waiting, Rosha. Hop in and let's go." *** "I certainly hope this doesn't happen again young man," Rosha's mother warned. The trio stood in front of Rosha's house thirty minutes later. Rae, as she'd introduced herself to Pan and Goten, had short red hair and the same light green eyes as her daughter's. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again, Rae. Sorry," Goten said a bit nervously. Even though Rae wasn't quite as tall as he was, something in her expression made him shudder. Rae's expression softened. "There's no need to apologize, Goten. I understand that training is very time consuming. Next time, just give me a call if you're going to be late okay?" Pan nodded. "Will do. See you tomorrow, Rosha?" The other girl nodded. "Sure. See you tomorrow." She closed the door after her friends and walked into the kitchen. "Sorry Mom. I didn't know I was going to be late. We just got so into it that we lost track of time. And it was really fun to do some real training, and--" Rosha cut herself off as she caught the look on her mother's face. "What's the matter, Mom? Did I say something wrong?" she asked anxiously. Rae shook her head. "Oh no, that's not it. I just don't know if it's a good idea for you to be training for the Tournament at all. I'm not sure if I approve." Rosha blinked in disbelief. "Mom, you know that my combative skills are really important to me, especially since I'm going to compete in the World Martial Arts Tournament. It's practically the one thing I'm totally natural at; it's a part of me. Besides, you already agreed. Please don't do this to me," she pleaded. "I'm just having second thoughts," Rae said calmly. "Second thoughts? Why?" "I'm just not sure it's appropriate for you." "What's not appropriate?" "All of your training and your entering the Tournament. It's really not a good idea." "Is there a reason why? And does it have to do with my father?" "Yes. How you know these things is a mystery. What made you guess? Is it that obvious?" "Nah, I just had a hunch. But what does my training have to do with my father?" "I just don't want you to end up being like your father, but if it means that much to you, I guess you can be in the Tournament." "Thank you so much Mom! I knew you wouldn't let me down." "You're welcome." "One more thing." "Shoot." "What did you mean when you said that you didn't want me to end up being like Dad?" "I don't want to get into that now, Rosha." "But you never talk about him. I know he left and all, but what's so bad about him?" "Rosha, your father was a heartless warrior and a jerk to boot. He doesn't have to be a part of your life." Rae looked straight at Rosha. "It's best if you don't pursue the subject. It hurts me to even think about it." And I don't want it to hurt you, she added silently. "It's okay Mom, you don't need to worry. I won't ask again. I know that Dad was a deadbeat and I don't plan on following in his footsteps." Rosha stood up and stretched. "Well, I'm going to finish my homework and then get some sleep for tomorrow's training," she said. "I promise you won't be disappointed at the Tournament." She turned and started out of the kitchen. "Rosha?" The redhead turned and looked questioningly at her mother. "I'm letting you take a few weeks off from school, but you have to keep up with you work just the same, you hear?" "That's great! Goodnight, Mom, and thanks again, for everything." Rosha beamed at her mother and then dashed out of the kitchen, her red braids flying out behind her. Rae shook her head and smiled as she watched her daughter leave. As soon as Rosha disappeared, her smile faded, and she dropped her head in her hands, deep in thought. Her attitude, her determination, it's all from her father. Rosha is so much like Raditz and she doesn't even know it. She doesn't have a clue what her father is like at all. I don't want to tell her. It might hurt her and I can't let that happen. But I don't think it really matters what I do and don't tell her. I have a feeling she's going to find out everything for herself soon. Very soon. I only hope I'm wrong. But deep inside, Rae knew that she was right. Raditz had always been one to keep his word and she was sure that this was not an exception. Well, I think this was a teeny bit more interesting than the first chapter. Hopefully, I get to post the new one soon. I just checked and I have two reviewers! Yay! *does a cartwheel and lands on bad ankle* Guess that wasn't a good idea. *sits down* A big thank you to RJ and Kasai for the reviews. I'm glad you guys like it. *smiles widely* To everybody out there watch out for Chapter 3 and don't forget to write your reviews. You will have my undying devotion if you do. *smiles and winks coquettishly* Until next time...
I DO NOT OWN DBZ OR ANY OF AKIRA TORIYAMA'S CHARACTERS. I ONLY OWN ROSHA AND RAE (Those two are MY characters! I created them, so there! *sticks out tongue anime-style*)
I just posted this fanfic, but I've been writing it for a few months now. It's my first fanfic so I wanna know what you think. Anyways, I hope you all read the first chapter of this story. Please, please, please review my chapters if you read them and tell me what you think! Well, here's Chapter 2. Enjoy!
About six hours later, the girls finished their training. "Had enough yet, ladies?" asked Goten. Pan groaned. "I've definitely had enough. If I don't qualify for the Tournament, it won't be because I didn't try. What about you Rosha? Tough enough for you?" The red-haired girl stretched and replied, "Of course it was tough. But that was fun. Will it always be like this, or are you going to go easy on us tomorrow?" Goten crossed his arms. "Tomorrow will be worse, since Trunks is coming." Rosha frowned slightly. "I take it that that this Trunks dude doesn't mess around." Pan shot to her feet. "Are you kidding?" she shrieked. "Trunks is worse then Goten! He's even worse than my dad is and Dad can get really brutal." "Wow, then I guess I'd better focus more tomorrow, if Trunks is as tough as you say." Pan shook her head. It looked as if Rosha would have to find out the hard way what training with Trunks was like. She looked at her watch and gasped. "We'd better get home; it's getting later than I realized." At this comment, Rosha started and glanced at her own watch, then smacked her forehead and stood up. "You're right, my mom will pitch a hissy fit if I'm not home, like right now!" Goten started for his car. "Then I guess we'd better not keep your mom waiting, Rosha. Hop in and let's go." *** "I certainly hope this doesn't happen again young man," Rosha's mother warned. The trio stood in front of Rosha's house thirty minutes later. Rae, as she'd introduced herself to Pan and Goten, had short red hair and the same light green eyes as her daughter's. "I'll make sure it doesn't happen again, Rae. Sorry," Goten said a bit nervously. Even though Rae wasn't quite as tall as he was, something in her expression made him shudder. Rae's expression softened. "There's no need to apologize, Goten. I understand that training is very time consuming. Next time, just give me a call if you're going to be late okay?" Pan nodded. "Will do. See you tomorrow, Rosha?" The other girl nodded. "Sure. See you tomorrow." She closed the door after her friends and walked into the kitchen. "Sorry Mom. I didn't know I was going to be late. We just got so into it that we lost track of time. And it was really fun to do some real training, and--" Rosha cut herself off as she caught the look on her mother's face. "What's the matter, Mom? Did I say something wrong?" she asked anxiously. Rae shook her head. "Oh no, that's not it. I just don't know if it's a good idea for you to be training for the Tournament at all. I'm not sure if I approve." Rosha blinked in disbelief. "Mom, you know that my combative skills are really important to me, especially since I'm going to compete in the World Martial Arts Tournament. It's practically the one thing I'm totally natural at; it's a part of me. Besides, you already agreed. Please don't do this to me," she pleaded. "I'm just having second thoughts," Rae said calmly. "Second thoughts? Why?" "I'm just not sure it's appropriate for you." "What's not appropriate?" "All of your training and your entering the Tournament. It's really not a good idea." "Is there a reason why? And does it have to do with my father?" "Yes. How you know these things is a mystery. What made you guess? Is it that obvious?" "Nah, I just had a hunch. But what does my training have to do with my father?" "I just don't want you to end up being like your father, but if it means that much to you, I guess you can be in the Tournament." "Thank you so much Mom! I knew you wouldn't let me down." "You're welcome." "One more thing." "Shoot." "What did you mean when you said that you didn't want me to end up being like Dad?" "I don't want to get into that now, Rosha." "But you never talk about him. I know he left and all, but what's so bad about him?" "Rosha, your father was a heartless warrior and a jerk to boot. He doesn't have to be a part of your life." Rae looked straight at Rosha. "It's best if you don't pursue the subject. It hurts me to even think about it." And I don't want it to hurt you, she added silently. "It's okay Mom, you don't need to worry. I won't ask again. I know that Dad was a deadbeat and I don't plan on following in his footsteps." Rosha stood up and stretched. "Well, I'm going to finish my homework and then get some sleep for tomorrow's training," she said. "I promise you won't be disappointed at the Tournament." She turned and started out of the kitchen. "Rosha?" The redhead turned and looked questioningly at her mother. "I'm letting you take a few weeks off from school, but you have to keep up with you work just the same, you hear?" "That's great! Goodnight, Mom, and thanks again, for everything." Rosha beamed at her mother and then dashed out of the kitchen, her red braids flying out behind her. Rae shook her head and smiled as she watched her daughter leave. As soon as Rosha disappeared, her smile faded, and she dropped her head in her hands, deep in thought. Her attitude, her determination, it's all from her father. Rosha is so much like Raditz and she doesn't even know it. She doesn't have a clue what her father is like at all. I don't want to tell her. It might hurt her and I can't let that happen. But I don't think it really matters what I do and don't tell her. I have a feeling she's going to find out everything for herself soon. Very soon. I only hope I'm wrong. But deep inside, Rae knew that she was right. Raditz had always been one to keep his word and she was sure that this was not an exception. Well, I think this was a teeny bit more interesting than the first chapter. Hopefully, I get to post the new one soon. I just checked and I have two reviewers! Yay! *does a cartwheel and lands on bad ankle* Guess that wasn't a good idea. *sits down* A big thank you to RJ and Kasai for the reviews. I'm glad you guys like it. *smiles widely* To everybody out there watch out for Chapter 3 and don't forget to write your reviews. You will have my undying devotion if you do. *smiles and winks coquettishly* Until next time...