The story really begins now!

Anyway, for those of you that have already read my first story, I hope you continue to enjoy my writing and I do like those reviews. Nothing like getting the ego stroked (purr)Enjoy.

Soyna.





It Never Ends
Part 2
Haunting the Present


Let the Madness Begin



He wished grandpa would put on his shirt. It was really freaking him out.

That stupid dragon kept looking at him. It always seemed to be moving. The THINGS head was on grandpa's shoulder blade and a claw wrapped around his shoulder, as if the dragon was hanging on. The serpentine thing was wrapped around him and its hind claws were digging into his side. The tail of the dragon seemed to disappear down his pants.

Its eyes seemed alive and they were staring right at him.

It was really freaking him out.

Usually he could handle it. That was when grandpa was dry. But he had just finished sparing with Vegeta and his body was glistening with sweat and so was the dragon tattoo. And what was worse was where Vegeta had drawn blood the damn dragon looked like it was alive! It was really really really REALLY freaking him out!!

"One of you!"

Vegeta's sharp voice drew his attention to a very exhausted looking man. Vegeta was beaten yet again. If he ever won, Fry wondered what he would use his five wishes for.

"Make yourself useful," Vegeta snarled. He was always testy after he lost. "Get us something to drink."

He looked at Legen who had been watching the fight with him. They both darted into the house. They did not want to get him madder than he already certainly was.

There was already some chilled water in the fridge and they each grabbed a bottle. They knew that Vegeta would get mad if they did not hurry. They grabbed a soda for themselves and ran back out.

Vegeta's temper was always so touchy.

Grandpa never got mad! He would just grin and say thanks. If only he didn't had that creepy tattoo. He really wished he would put a shirt on.

Vegeta snatched the bottle from him.

Grandpa took the bottle from Legen with a grin and a thanks.

Grandpa still didn't have a shirt on.

Vegeta was trying to hide his exhaustion or wince at the cuts that covered his arms and side. He was also trying to ignore what looked like a nasty bruise that was forming on his cheek.

Vegeta was too proud to admit that he was hurting.

Grandpa had a few more scratched than normal, maybe Vegeta was getting better at this and would one day win.

"Where is Benot?" Vegeta snapped. Vegeta certainly needed a nap.

Legen frowned. "We're fighting again." Fry shook his head. They always seemed at odds about something lately. Who knew what brothers fought about?

Vegeta snorted.

Grandpa finally reached for his shirt and slipped it over his head. Finally. "What about?"

Legen shrugged. "Stuff." Thank God that the two had separate rooms now, they probably would have killed each other.

"Gee... it must have been a bad fight. He usually likes to watch us fight." Goku said and chugged some of his water.

Vegeta looked like he was on the verge of collapse. He still managed to sit on the bench that was near with a look of arrogance.

That was when a very dazed looking Goten walked by with his hands stuffed in his pockets. He had a look of forlornness.

Grandpa looked over curiously to his son.

"What the hell is your problem?" Vegeta snapped at him.

"Huh?" he looked over at Vegeta. "What?"

Grandpa looked over curiously to his son. Sometimes grandpa could be really dense when it came to other peoples feelings. Vegeta just stared.

Goten seemed to suddenly dawn on the question.

"Oh. Oh! Well.. I don't know!" He threw his hands up in the air. "that woman is crazy!" He certainly looked flustered and upset. He seated himself on the bench by Vegeta and put his face in his hands. "I don't even know what I did!"

"Soyna?" Grandpa asked.

"Yeah. I didn't do anything! She slapped the back of my head and literally snarled at me! She won't tell me what I did!" Goten frowned. "She just took off and I can't sense her anywhere." She had learned to mask her power level from Goten since their marriage.

Vegeta snorted. "I am sure that you deserved it."

Goten ignored him. He had to. Vegeta didn't like loosing to his exclusive sparing partner to him. He didn't like the union but as Gohan had no choice, he had no choice if whom his granddaughter choose to marry.

"She was fine this morning and then BAM!! She turned into a snarling... snarling..." he sighed deeply. "What did I do?" It was not really a question but Vegeta, of course, answered. "She's a woman," he snorted. "They don't need an excuse."

Goten sighed.

Grandpa smiled. "She'll come around. They always do. She loves you." Both Goten and Vegeta raised their eyebrows at Grandpa. "Just say that you are sorry, even if you don't know what for and don't go through the windows. Maybe buy her some flowers. ChiChi likes that."

Vegeta snorted. Obviously that was beneath him.

"But Soyna's not like that!" He sighed. "I can't just say that I am sorry and hand her flowers. She would beat me over the head with them!" Vegeta smirked at that comment.

"Mom likes perfume," Legen said quickly. He absolutely adored his new father and of course was proud of the wish that he made to bring them together. It was one of the main sticking points between him and Benot. Benot still did not care for him.

"Perfume?" Goten looked hopeful. "Yeah, She does like perfume, but I don't know what kind she wears!" His hopeful look turned into a crushed one. "I don't even know where she keeps that stuff in the house."

Legen tapped his chin. "Um... I don't know the name but I do know what the bottle looks like. She put on a whole bunch last time we went shopping. It was a purple frosted odd shaped thing."

Goten brightened. "Yeah. That could do it. I'll try anything." He smiled brightly and jumped up from the bench. Boy, talk about mood swings. "Let's go shopping!"

"Can I go too!" Fry asked. Anything was better than staying home with grandpa and his creepy tattoo and Vegeta looking like he was in a really bad mood. He must be hurt pretty bad.

Goten just grinned. "Sure. Whatever. Let's hurry."

He smiled at Legen who had a large grin on his face. Legen to the rescue again. He would brag about this later and most likely get into another argument with Benot over this but then Legen didn't care. He got what he wanted. He got a father.

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Vegeta drank some of the water and watched the children dart off. Goten still acted like he was five at times.

Kakarott scratched his head. "I wonder what he did. I knew know what I do to ChiChi. Hey Vegeta, what do you do when you get Bulma mad?"

Vegeta nearly spat out his mouthful of water. He was not -absolutely not- going to talk to Kakarott about that!

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Trunks scrubbed his hands through his hair as he watched Soyna storm out. She had come in looking furious and demanding to talk to Pan. He told her that Pan was out shopping with Bra and that she would be back later. She just snorted and stormed back out.

What was her problem?

Crystal, his daughter, was clutching his leg tightly with one arm and a book that she wanted him to read with the other.

Crystal was a jumpy little girl. He didn't know where she got the shyness from but she did not like Soyna all that much. Soyna never gave her a reason too but then, her moods were so much like Vegeta's at times and Crystal was kind of scared of him too.

He sighed and picked up his daughter.

He was not looking forward to explaining how that Soyna is sort of her sister. The whole mess of the time travel and his other self having two children. It was going to be hard to explain to her why they were in this time and not in there own, but he knew the questions would come up sooner or later. He was not looking forward to that. Not at all.

"Book," Crystal said and shoved it rather roughly in his face, hitting his nose.

"Okay. Okay," he said and took it from her. She was a strong little thing. He often wondered if she would be interested in training but she usually shied away from the idea of hitting anyone. She liked to look at her books and stuff.

He knew that she would have to learn to control her strength. He rubbed his nose as he walked to a chair. She was definitely stronger than she looked.

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Benot purposely looked away as Vegeta came in. He knew that he had lost again. He always lost to Goku and was always in a bad mood when he lost. Especially when he lost to Goku. He looked more exhausted than normal. He must have pushed himself hard today. Benot didn't understand the real reason of why he wanted to beat Goku so badly. Something to do with saiyian pride, or as Oma put it, arrogance. He figured it was the same thing.

He heard him grunt as he went upstairs.

When was he going to learn that Goku was just so much stronger. That dragon sure boosted his power even if he couldn't transform anymore.

Oman sighed as she watched him disappear, rather slowly, up the stairs. She muttered. "Foolish man."

He looked down at his two younger siblings who were busy playing on the floor. Oma had made them some new toys with lots of lights and noises. Flint and Flare were quite happy playing with them at the moment.

He adored his younger siblings despite what a dolt there father was. A man that was always trying to be his father... the wimp. Mom was happy though. He was the only one that was miserable. Having to live with Goten and see him kiss his mother... yuck.

He shuttered. He really didn't like thinking about that.

If Legen hadn't made that stupid wish.

"Are you alright?"

"Huh?" He looked up at Bulma who was looking at him with that grandmotherly concern on her face. It seemed reserved for him lately.

"You looked like something was wrong," she said and brushed back some of her hair that fell in her face. Her hair was getting long and it was also showing signs of gray.

"Nothing," he said quickly. "Just thinking." He looked down at his sibling in time to see Flint grab Flares tail and pull, rather hard. Flare stared to cry and flung her arms wide and hit Flint squarely in the face. Both were crying now.

He picked up Flare and Oma picked up Flint.

The both looked so much like mom. Flare was going to be exactly like mom. He could see that. Flare was already getting an attitude. There were going to be fighters. He knew that much. There were going to be even stronger than mom.

"Geez," Bulma said as Flare held her tail in protest of it being tugged. "Must you two get into a fight every time that you are over?" Flint was rubbing his face with his hands as if he were certain that she had left a bruise. He doubted that she hit him that hard.

"Did Legen and I fight like this?" he asked. Mom was still very ill from the poison when he was eight months old. Bulma, Pan, Videl, and Bra were the ones that took care of him and his brother. Mom wasn't well until he was about a year old.

"No. You two were very well behaved kids," Bulma said and then looked directly at him, with a look that he thought was reserved for Vegeta, "Unlike now."

He rolled his eyes. This again.

"Don't roll your eyes at me. What are you two fighting about now? Did he steal a piece of toast off your breakfast plate? Did he touch your books? Did he beat you while you were training?" Her voice was sharp and bitter.

He frowned and hugged his little sister. He couldn't remember what it was this time. Something Legen did irritated him. He was probably sucking up to Goten again. That was really irritating.

"Doesn't matter. You two have been at each other throats for awhile and I don't like it," Bulma said even sharper.

He shook his head and sighed. He couldn't help it. He didn't know why he snapped at his brother so often but he knew that he bugged the hell out of him all the time now. Legen is stronger than he is. Legen is faster than he is. Legen is a quicker learner than he is.... Damn him.

"What are they still doing here?"

He looked up to see Vegeta, his hair still sopping wet as he stood in the door way of the kitchen. He was probably hungry. He looked pretty bruised up. Goku certainly took a hell of a beating.

"Goten went out and I don't know where Soyna went," Bulma said placing Flint back onto the floor where he clutched the toy that was there to his chest quickly. Flare was protesting to be let down off of his lap.

"Oh yeah," Vegeta smirked and gave a short loud laugh. "I forgot." He shook his head and water dripped onto his shirt. "What did Goten do?"

"Huh?" Bulma said. "What are you talking about?"

Vegeta walked into the room and sat on the couch. His cheek was going to be black tomorrow. "Goten walked by us training and he was complaining about that Soyna was mad at him over something but he couldn't figure out what it was." He stretched out on the sofa with a sigh. His knee looked like it was out of joint. He would be grumpy for a good week with those injuries.


"Really?" Bulma said. "She was in a good mood when she dropped off the kids?" Bulma sighed.

"He went darting off to go buy her something and say that he was sorry," Vegeta chuckled. "What a fool."

Oma stood and put her hands on her hips. Oh boy, she was going to yell again. "At least he tries! I don't think you have ever bought me anything!"

He closed his eyes and waved a hand at her. "I gave you two children."

Benot put Flare down on the floor with her brother. They were both fascinated with Bulma's face getting redder and redder as she yelled at Vegeta who was lying casually on the couch.

He decided that he needed to get out of the kitchen.

Even though it was good to hear that mother and Goten were fighting.

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She was the most beautiful woman in the world, as far as he was concerned. He had seen her here at least a dozen or more times. She was always with a big lout though. He assumed he was her boyfriend. He looked like a goon to him. He didn't deserve her. She was so pretty! She had the softest, silkiest looking red hair that he had ever seen. She always wore it loose so that it fell in waves down her shoulders. Her eyes were like emeralds, they were so green. Her skin was pale and totally unflawed. She had a great strength in her walk and appearance. That was probably why she was attracted to that big lout that he usually saw her with. The muscle bound freak. She was so sleek and... well... sexy. She wasn't that tall, rather short actually, but she walked as if she was seven feet tall.

Today she was wearing some baggy pants that hung low on her hips and a shirt that was a little too short so that you could see her belly. Her arms were bare and he could see that strange white scar that looped around one of her arms. She had her hands stuffed in her pants and was looking down at her sandaled feet. She looked sad and upset. Did that big lout do something to hurt her? Maybe they broke up. He could only hope!

"Hey!"

He looked around. "Holy crow man! Will you just give it up. She is taken!"
His friend said as he looked in direction. He knew that he was taken by her. Everyone of his friends did.

"Go on," he was nudged by his other friend. "She alone. She looks like she needs some cheering up." Jamna. The womanizer, even though he hadn't had a girl friend in a year.

"Oh please," Mart said and rolled his eyes. "She is way way WAY out of your league! There is no way you could even get her to look at you."

He sighed. Maybe Mart was right. She was older than him. She was stunning. Would she even look at him?

"He will never know unless he gives it a try man. When else is he going to get a chance like this! That big guy is no where to be seen. Go for it, man!" Jamna said and slapped him in the back. "If you don't, I will! I tell you. She is one hot babe."

He looked to see her walking slowly towards the opposite end of the park. Maybe it was his chance. She did look upset. Hell, she was the main reason that he hung around in the place so often, just a chance to see her... Did he have a chance? Boy, she had a nice butt.

Jamna pushed his shoulder again. "Go on!" He staggered forward.

"I don't know..."

Mart was shaking his head. "If you really want to make a fool of yourself."

He bit his lip. This was going to be his only chance.

But how... He grabbed a bunch of flowers out of a nearby bed and rushed after to where she disappeared. Jamna smiled at him and gave him a two thumbs up as he went. Mart was just shaking his head and leaning against his board.

He gave a thumbs up and followed after her.

He found her leaning against a tree, hugging herself with her arms still staring at the ground. He wondered what upset her so much. She had always looked happy before.

He took a deep breath and put on his best smile and thrust the flowers under her nose. "A pretty woman like you shouldn't look so glum," he said. She raised her head slightly and looked at the flowers. "I hope that these will help you feel better." He hoped that she wasn't going to laugh in his face.

"I don't like dead things," she said in a cool voice. She still had not looked up. He pulled them back. "You can go away now."

He felt his heart break as he let the flowers fall from his fingers. He thought all women like flowers? But then, she was different than any other woman that he had ever seen in his life time.

"A woman like you, shouldn't be walking alone, especially when you look so sad," he said. He couldn't make himself just count his losses and turn away. Just being near her was so exhilarating.

"I can take care of myself," she said and pulled away from the tree. "If you will excuse me." Her voice was so cold and yet it was so soft at the same time.

"I don't doubt that," he said and walked behind her. What was he doing? He was making a fool of himself. "but what is making you so sad?"

She turned around sharply. She looked angry and he was ready to back down when her face changed into a look of absolute shock. Her hands remained clenched fists at her side as she looked at him with wide green eyes.

He backed down a few steps. He had no intention of getting her more upset. Mart was right. He was a fool to think that a woman like this would have any interest in him at all. Why did he listen to Jamna? The man didn't know anything about women. Mart seemed to know more. Well, at least he had a steady girlfriend.

"I'm sorry," he said. He looked back up at her to see her looking at him with a stunned look on her face. "Are you okay?" he asked and walked towards her again.

She stumbled a few steps back and cringed as if she was in pain. She the palms of her hands to her head and let out a moan.

Man. He felt really bad now. What did he do? Was she allergic to flowers. He felt awful. That was stupid of him to just shove them under her nose like that.

"Do you need help?" he said and grabbed her arm to prevent her from falling onto the hard sidewalk.

She moaned again and pulled away sharply. She stumbled a few steps and fell onto the grass still holding her head. He knelt in front of her. "Do you want me to call a doctor?" He asked. She was still hiding her face with her hands.

"No," she whispered. She sounded like she was crying. A woman like her didn't cry. Oh man, he really stuck his foot in it this time.

She removed her hands from her face. No. Thankfully she wasn't crying. She was staring right at him though with an intensity that he was not used to. He bit his lip and asked if she was okay again.

"You look so young," she said and reached her hand towards him and was shocked when she caressed his cheek.

He just sat there and blinked.

She touched him! Woah! Hey, what did she mean by that comment? Of course he looked young, he was only nineteen.

She pulled back as suddenly and pressed both her hands to her head with a very painful sounding grunt.

"I'm going to get a doctor," he said. She must have serious allergy problems.

"NO!" She said and grabbed his arm and yanked him down. Damn, she was strong. Her eyes narrowed and she had such an intensity to them that he became scared. "What is your name?"

"What?"

"Your name!" She nearly shouted. Her forehead was creased with lines of pain but it did not make her any less beautiful.

"Br... Brennen," he said quickly.

She let him go and stood up. She seemed to nearly collapse again as she put her hands to her head again.

"Do you need help?" he said getting up. He was really worried about her. She was in a lot of pain and it was probably because of him. Damn it. He should have left well enough alone. "I'm sorry for putting those flowers under your nose. I didn't know you were so allergic." She gave him a confused look from behind her hands. Her teeth were clenched. "I'm really sorry. Let me help you get home."

"Oh God no," she said and shook her head. She stood straight and seemed to have to force her hands to her side. Then she took off. Literally! She could fly. He was blasted back by the energy that she emitted and was stunned as he watched her disappear into a shiny dot in the sky.

It must be a dream.

He would have thought so, if he didn't land on her purse.


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What did Goten do to upset her so?
What is the deal with Legen and Benot quarrelling all the time?
Will Vegeta ever beat Goku? Of course, this question, we may never know.
My God, what happened to Soyna with meeting this boy that was infatuated with her who happens to have the name of Brennen? (If you don't remember the name, it is in the first part of my story)
Oh dear, I think I left it another cliffhanger.

Soyna.