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It Never Ends
Haunting the Present.

Part 9


A New Twist.



Benot really hated his brother. He was teased all day by the guys at school about the large bruise on his cheek. Of course, Legen didn't help either.

He also hated Vegeta.

It was both their faults.

Vegeta had told them to quit yelling at each other and just get it out of their systems. He was eager to comply and took the first swing at his brother.

Why was he stronger than him?

He rubbed the bruise and glared at his brother who looked smugly at him from across the room.

He trained so much more than his brother and yet he was the stronger one! It was so very annoying! Of course, the way that Vegeta just crossed his arms and shook his head didn't help his pride much either, or the comment that he wasn't meant to hear, "I hope your siblings are stronger than you are."

He rubbed the bruise again.

Mom would stand up for him and Legen would be banned from playing video games, not him! Then, maybe, he could sleep in his own bed with that annoying beeping coming from the game room.

"BENOT!"

He jumped and looked up. The teacher was glaring at him. The class was giggling. Great. He knew what was coming. Detention and a letter home.

He sank in his chair as the teacher ranting about how much trouble he was in.

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"Hey dude! What is with that gnarly turtleneck." Jamna said and tugged on the sleeve of the shirt.

Brennen flushed. He was hoping no one would notice. He knew that the yellow was a little bright, but it did hide the bruise on his neck quite nicely, and that is all that concerned him. He wore a black vest over it, trying to disguise it a little bit, but of course, Jamna would question it.

He rubbed his throat. "Just out of clean laundry," and smiled. He did not want people to see the bruise. How would he explain that he was nearly strangled by a stranger for giving someone that he thought was the most beautiful woman in the world a present and that she fainted and that... he had to stop his mind from rambling. It was just too much information for him to deal with and it happened to him.

"Oh dude!" Jamna laughed. "Hey! You delivered that purse right! Oh man! MAN! How grateful was he? Is that a hickey under there?" Jamna was absolutely giddy!

He quickly pulled away from him as Jamna tried to grab at his turtle neck to investigate his neck. "Oh come on. Show me! I didn't think you would get that far."

"Back off. It is not what you think," he said fighting off Jamna who seemed to be trying to get him in a headlock.

"Oh, right? Your lady love, that you have been mooning over for the past couple of months, gives you a hickey and you don't tell me! Man. Why didn't you say anything?" Jamna said and hooked his fingers in his shirt.

He could almost feel his shirt tearing.

Jamna then stopped with a subdued 'woah'.

Brennen explained what had happened to him. He was pretty sure that if someone had hit Jamna in the back of his head, his eyes would fall out.

Another 'Woah', was all he said at the end.

"No kidding. One minute I'm catching her in mid fall and the next thing I know is that guy was holding me against the wall. She stopped him... I am just thankful that it isn't the guy that we always see her in the park with."

Jamna blinked a few times. "Soooo.... Do you think she likes you?" He had that stupid smirk appear on his face. There was no keeping him down for long. Shock usually runs off him like water.

"What?" Brennen said and glared at him. He often wondered why he even talked to him at times.

"Dude! She does, doesn't she! Man, you should go for it!" Jamna said and patted him, rather hard on the back.

"I don't think so," Brennen said. "I mean, the guys that she hangs around with are pretty tough."

"She stopped him though, right?" Jamna said with a wink. "Right?"

"Yeah," Brennen wasn't to sure of this.

Jamna raised his eyebrows quickly with that crooked smile of his.

"No!" He quickly responded.

"Man. Come on. She likes you," Jamna said. "Don't let a brute get in the way of -true love-!"

"She keeps calling me young!" Brennen really wanted to stop talking about this. He had to go back to work.

"Oh, like that is a bad thing?" Jamna said and stuck his hands deep in his pockets. He had that look. He wasn't going to give up. He could see that.

"Well, she say's it like she knows me from before or something."

"That's a good thing!"

"How?"

"Oh, come on man. Quit being such a pessimist. She likes you. She liked that stuffed cat right? She's a sucker for you! Do you have her number? You did write it down? You did right? Ah! I can tell by your blushing that you did. Call her man! Set up a date or something," Jamna giggled. Actually giggled. "She probably will feel real guilty about that bruise on your neck."

Brennen shook his head violent. "Will you back off! I'll deal with it in my own way all ready!" He was getting mad at Jamna. It was his fault that he talked him into delivering the purse already!

"Ah, man. What's stopping you?"

He sighed. "She looked so sad when I saw her. I man, she is so beautiful but I know I am the cause of her being sad. I know it is my fault and I don't want that." There he said it. He looked back at Jamna who did the eyebrow thing again.

"Screw off!" he yelled at him. "If all the guys she hangs around with are this strong." He pointed the angry black bruise on his neck, "I don't want to be causing any problems with her." In a lower voice. "I made her faint."

Jamna just did that stupid eyebrow thing again.

Sometimes, it was just hard not to hate him.

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Junior was looking at him with his big green eyes with a look of desperation on his face.

"Does any one else know?" Trunks asked.

"Krillin knows and that is about it," Junior said. "He thought it was great that his daughter was with me."

"What about 18?"

Junior lowered his eyes again. "We haven't told her yet either."

"A whole year!" Trunks said. He still wasn't angry but thought that he should be. "You are going to get it when you have to tell everyone. Soyna will be furious! I know that much, whether you are going with an androids daughter or anyone else. You kept it a secret for so long!"

Junior sighed. "I know. I know. I just kind of snowballed." He was looking at the floor again.

"No kidding," Trunks said. "Unbelievable." He looked at his hands and there still were the papers that he initially came to the office to bring. He set them down on the desk. "When are you planning on telling people?"

Junior sighed and shuffled through the papers. "I guess it should be soon, huh?"

Trunks smirked. "I would say so."

Junior groaned.

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He had never felt so relaxed as he typed away at the keyboard. He understood so much more now. It put a whole new twist on his plans.

The poor guy was drained for now and thankfully was still alive. The machine did take a lot out of a person. He was sleeping now. His moaning had been getting on his nerves awhile ago.

It was rather amazing how much was left out of the public knowledge.

Just amazing.

Dragonballs!

That cleared up a lot of things. A lot! How the dead were wished back to life from many a brutal battle to save this planet. There sure were a lot of threats to the planet! He was even shocked to hear that Vegeta had even been brought back once! It seemed that this Goku, had a lease on life as well.

It filled in a lot of history and now everything made more sense, if not more dangerous for him.

He stumbled across the poor man's anxiety. He had loved the woman that Vegeta now claimed for his. He seemed a little bitter about the whole thing at the same time relieved.

He had even underestimated them all!

And the fact that this Goku fellow who showed up after the tournament was now merged with the dragonballs interested him greatly. This Goku was the new dragon.

The man on the bed, knew very little about Soyna and the current household. He had distanced him self for his own sanity and the fact that he didn't fight anymore. He was after all, rather weak compared to them.

The history was intriguing.

Dragonballs.

Wishes.

He bit his lip to stop a laugh from coming forward.

He had to think of a way to get those wishes.

This Goku was amazingly strong. He could feel that much. He even watched Goku and Vegeta fight once. He had seen the other train, but when these two fought, it was different. It was amazing to see how quick and vicious they were. It made him realize that they had only toyed with him and his father.

They had never been a threat when it came to battle.

His fathers boosters could only match their strength, not the skill.

Dragonballs.

He had a new path to reach his goal now.

But how?

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"It'll work out," Gohan said as he patted his brother on the back. Goten looked so forlornly as he came over to check on his two children who were currently playing nicely (which was a nice treat for everyone) on the floor in the living room.

He just grunted. He was concentrating on the kids.

Gohan sighed. He had been at the hospital when she was in her fevered filled sleep. She had pined for Brennen in her sleep, but when she woke, she hardly mentioned him. "She just had to get over him. She never really dealt with the loss in a proper way." Goten wasn't really listening to him. His eyes were almost glazed over.

Gohan patted his brother again. "We'll take care of Flint and Flare for awhile. Videl likes having the babies around to play with."

Goten smiled sadly at his brother, "Thanks. Just for a couple of days. Raymond says that all she needs is to rest for a couple of days and then she should be okay. I don't want her running after the kids."

"Go to her," Gohan said.

Goten nodded and stared for the door.

"You'll be okay," Gohan said. "she does love you. Just give her some time to recover."

Goten just nodded his head and left now.

He was glad that he never had to deal with what he was going through.

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"WOMAN!"

"YOU GET THE DAMN DOOR! I AM BUSY OVER HERE!" She screamed back at him.

He was not in the mood to answer the door. He grumbled as he opened the door to see a weepy eyed woman standing there.

"Is... Is...," her voice was hitching. "Bulma here?"

"What do you want?" he asked. Hell, he was not known for his sensitivity.

Her eyes grew wider and more frightened at the sight of him.

"Please," her chin was wavering. Oh damn it. She was going to cry. "I n-n-need to talk to Bulma."

That was when he saw that annoying floating cat. Great. That meant that Yamcha was near. The last thing he wanted to deal with him trying to start a conversation with him in that nervous halting manner of his.

Bulma came around the corner and began to ask who it was. The woman and Puar rushed in and began babbling.

He just rolled his eyes and decided that he was going to get away from them. Of course when he caught himself going over to Soyna's he had to stop himself. She couldn't train anymore. His son was always at work. All that was really left, and it made him shutter to think so, was Kakarott. He didn't want to deal with him, but that is where he found himself walking.

When he arrived, he saw him looking kind of glazed eyed as he sat under a tree. He even jumped when he grunted at him.

"What the hell is your problem?"

"Nightmares," he said and rubbed his eyes. "Do you ever get nightmares?"

He just shook his head at Kakarott. "Not that I wish to talk about."

Kakarott nodded, "Me too."

Damn it. Why did Soyna have to get knocked up again! He missed his training partner! He was surrounded by fools!

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