****A/N: I'm gonna kill that damned fairy!!! You hear me?!? I'm gonna
kill you, you damn writer's block fairy! I will… you can count on it.
I want a Saiyajin! I want! Anyway, *sniffle* I don't have a Saiyajin, and I don't have a tail… and I want both!!! What is this world coming to?
Thank yous…
Renee… Party might get a little fun… to bad Trunks isn't in on it… Don't worry too much though! We'll have an interesting chapter this time. Don't miss the hilarity *^~^*.
badgerwolf… You are so mean! *wails* I was so looking forward to seeing your email address maybe… Haha, yeah right… I didn't really think you'd put it up. Yeah, Trunks is sad, isn't he? He's so sweet too… Well… Him being Vegeta's son, he would act pissy when he's upset. Some people growl when they're pissy… I know I do!
Rini… I'm glad you love it too. I'll try to bring back the hilarity… I'm glad it kept you interested… Yay me! I will definitely keep writing.
Danyella Skyler Silverfire… I love it too! I'll probably see you while I type… *LOL, ^~^*
Disclaimer: What the hell?!? I remembered again? I don't own it, but I wish I did… *sobs pathetically* and I never will… because Toriyama-sama owns it. Wah!
I suppose I should say something about how telepathy looks… hee, hee. Telepathy will be written between two of these "~", okay? Direct thoughts will be between these "{}". If you haven't noticed yet… these "()" mean that I'm butting in… ****
Vegeta POV
{Kakkarot. Back after all this time. Kami, how I wish I could kill you… but no, every time that you die, my royal person is denied the pleasure doing it myself. Yes, Onna (A/N "Woman", in this case, Bulma.) would be mad at me, but it would be worth it. I would enjoy killing you, Kakkarot. But, that is never meant to be. You've always been stronger, except for the first time we met. Then, you had your friends to help you. The little baldy… well, he was bald at the time… was going to kill me, but you made him let me go.
You were always too softhearted for your own good… not that I should be speaking. Look at where my own cold heartedness has gotten me. I care too. Not that I would ever admit it. Not that any of this makes my desire to kill you any less. And this… I want to know how much you've changed Kakkarot… and this is the perfect time for a sparring match.}
"Kakkarot!" I yelled for the third time this day.
"Nani?" he asked innocently. {The fool clown always seems innocent… too innocent. It disgusts me, and I knew that not even Kakkarot could be that innocent. He was just playing with everybody's minds. That has to be it.}
"Just how much more powerful are you, Kakkarot? You once again have the body of a child, but your ki is higher than before."
He grinned… innocently. "Wanna spar?" he asked. {Maybe not so innocent…}
"Hai," I grunted, before powering up. Then, "Iie. What I really want to do is kill you, Kakkarot."
"Still going on about that, are you?" he laughed in his… ditzy fashion.
I floated over the party, "Bring it on, brat." {For some reason, I've always wanted a good reason to call him that.}
"Alright, old man." He grinned, almost maliciously.
Goten POV
{Oooo-kay… There they go. Scarcely an hour after seeing each other in about -twenty? - years, and they're already fighting. Damn purebloods…(So sweet, isn't he?)}
Pan walks towards me with a confused look on her face. Trunks is nowhere in sight. I had seen the two talking earlier, and Trunks didn't look too happy. Now, it's Pan that doesn't look very happy. Her tail sagged behind her dejectedly. That kind of bothered me… after all, this is her party.
"Hey Pan, what up?" I asked when she sat down beside me.
"I was going to ask you about something…"
"Nani?" I asked quietly. What was wrong with her? She was acting way too timid to be my little niece. I found myself worried about her.
"There's something wrong with Trunks, Goten." She shifted uncomfortably. "He said something that confused me when I asked what was wrong… and he told me to ask you about it…"
"What did he say?" I asked patiently.
"Something about having a one-sided bond…" She looked up at me, hoping for a glimmer of understanding… She probably didn't expect the look of shock and pain that crossed my face.
Pan POV
For a moment, I wasn't sure if what I said had registered. Then he looked as if someone had shoved nine-inch nails in under his fingernails. (Ouch…!) "Nani?"
"Who?" Goten asked, sounding as if there was something very large lodged permanently in his throat.
"He refused to tell me anything else. How bad is it?"
"As bad as a slow and tortuous death at the hands of someone you love…"
Ouch. That hurt. What hurt more was that Trunks had refused to say any more. I had always been able to get him to tell me anything. I'd even managed to get him to go into horrid detail about his girlfriend troubles. After sifting through what he told me, I would always be able to tell him exactly what was wrong with each girl… but this was different. It sounded both deep, and permanent. I felt suddenly jealous of whoever it was… but I kind of figured that I never really had a chance anyway… Suddenly, I asked, "Anything we can do about it?"
"Only if we can find out who…"
"Okay… tell me the rest behind this 'bond" business, first…"
Goku POV
It felt wonderful to be back. For the first time in a very long {the long stretches farther than I can keep track of…} time, I was actually having a decent sparring match. My tail twitched. It didn't really like being kept around my waist… but what else could I do? Let Mr. Veggie-head get a hold of it? I don't think so!
A fist to my face brought me out of my reverie. I was sent flying backward at a tremendous speed. I did not go at a speed faster than my opponent could catch up with, however. I felt his presence behind me right as his elbow collided with my gut, sending me crashing into the earth below. Luckily, we were out of the party area. I recovered quickly. His boot crashed down into the space that my head had only just occupied. For all intents and purposes, I had vanished.
"Damn you, Kakkarot!" He searched for me. Since he couldn't see me visually, he searched for my ki, which, for the moment, remained hidden.
I reached out and tapped his shoulder. Before he could turn, and turn he did, I was gone. I must admit, it was with some satisfaction that I placed my tail firmly around his neck. I grasped his wrists also, and pulled them around behind his back. Placing my foot firmly between his shoulder blades, I shoved him to the ground. It was an incredibly awkward (What a weird spelling…) situation, for both him and me. It was harder on him, though.
I grinned. {I haven't had this much fun in a long time. Maybe I'm going a little too rough on him…} My tail loosened around his neck, and my grip on his wrists lightened. {Oooo-kay, Son Kun, be prepared…} I thought to myself. {This is gonna hurt.}
His hands escaped mine and he caught at the back of my gi, {Don't ask me how he did that…}. He gripped a handful of cloth and jerked, sending me flying over his head. I was slightly surprised that he hadn't grabbed my tail. I flared my ki, stopping myself mid-flight. He was right behind me. I jabbed my elbow in the direction that his chin should be. It wasn't there.
Gohan POV
"Do I have to?" I asked, plaintively.
"Hai, you must, Gohan. You're the only person here who could even get near them with a chance of surviving." Mom used to be sooo protective. Now she was telling me to go get Dad and Vegeta away from each other long enough to tell them that it was time to eat.
Kuso! I just wanted to have a nice quiet day… sit under a tree with my notes and write out some of my plans… maybe discuss them with Bulma, who was the only other scientist in the group- not counting Trunks.
"Gohan? Gohan! GOHAN!" {Oops… Mom was still talking to me…!} I was too startled to duck out of the way when she launched the frying pan at my head. It hit me square in the forehead.
I could hear several girls whispering- they must have been Pan and Bra's friends- about that.
"Did she have to hit him like that?"
"Isn't that Pan's dad?"
"He doesn't even act like it hurt."
"Don't you guys know? He was the Great Saiyaman. Of course it didn't hurt him."
"I didn't know that the Great Saiyaman wore glasses."
"He's a damn scientist…"
"What? Are you saying that a scientist can't be strong?"
"Rumor said he could fly."
"Don't believe everything you hear…"
"Mom," I said, ignoring the childish voices coming from behind me, "Why'd you do that?"
"I was TRYING to get you're attention…" She glared at me. "Now, go find your father and Vegeta. Tell them that lunch will not wait for them. Got it?"
"Hai," I muttered resentfully. I rose carefully into the air and blasted off into the direction that Dad and Vegeta were.
One of the girls' voices rose in excitement, "See, see? I told you…"
I quickly homed in on their kis.
I paused in the air, not sure if it was safe to go any further. I was right. It WASN'T safe to go any further. In fact, it wasn't safe to go as far as I had already gone. All in all, I wasn't to surprised when a body crashed into mine, knocking me to the ground. I rolled and got up after Dad did. Dad was the body that knocked into mine.
Vegeta sped towards us, apparently not sure which of us to go after. He decided go after me. I blocked the first few punches before he actually managed to hit me. {Kuso! Even blocking his punches hurts… I'm going to have to start training again…}
"Hold up, Vegeta!" I yelled, throwing a wild, albeit powerful, punch. It actually hit him. "Mom told me" I blocked another punch and countered it with a powerful kick "to tell you" his knee to my gut, ouch… "that it's time to eat," I gasped.
Dad laughed. "Yeah, it's about time… Wanna sensu bean, Gohan?"
I shook my head, "No, thanks. I don't think I need one… Vegeta, you should take it easy on me. You know that I haven't been training."
"I'm shocked that you lasted as long as you did, brat."
I chuckled at the twisted compliment. Vegeta has a weird way of complimenting people.
****A/N Okay, so… I didn't get to the next day at Trunks' work. Damn that fairy… Any way… I hope you liked the fight scene… I never wrote a good one before, and that actually seems half way decent.
So…
Preview: Trunks is having a hard time focusing at work, and Bulma notices… watch out Boxer-boy! Gohan's accidentally sparking some rather young female interests… Luckily, he probably won't even notice. Pan and Goten plan a plot… but Pan has to talk to Trunks first. And… is Trunks playing hooky again?
You'll find out next time (hahaha) on "not sure yet".
I want a Saiyajin! I want! Anyway, *sniffle* I don't have a Saiyajin, and I don't have a tail… and I want both!!! What is this world coming to?
Thank yous…
Renee… Party might get a little fun… to bad Trunks isn't in on it… Don't worry too much though! We'll have an interesting chapter this time. Don't miss the hilarity *^~^*.
badgerwolf… You are so mean! *wails* I was so looking forward to seeing your email address maybe… Haha, yeah right… I didn't really think you'd put it up. Yeah, Trunks is sad, isn't he? He's so sweet too… Well… Him being Vegeta's son, he would act pissy when he's upset. Some people growl when they're pissy… I know I do!
Rini… I'm glad you love it too. I'll try to bring back the hilarity… I'm glad it kept you interested… Yay me! I will definitely keep writing.
Danyella Skyler Silverfire… I love it too! I'll probably see you while I type… *LOL, ^~^*
Disclaimer: What the hell?!? I remembered again? I don't own it, but I wish I did… *sobs pathetically* and I never will… because Toriyama-sama owns it. Wah!
I suppose I should say something about how telepathy looks… hee, hee. Telepathy will be written between two of these "~", okay? Direct thoughts will be between these "{}". If you haven't noticed yet… these "()" mean that I'm butting in… ****
Vegeta POV
{Kakkarot. Back after all this time. Kami, how I wish I could kill you… but no, every time that you die, my royal person is denied the pleasure doing it myself. Yes, Onna (A/N "Woman", in this case, Bulma.) would be mad at me, but it would be worth it. I would enjoy killing you, Kakkarot. But, that is never meant to be. You've always been stronger, except for the first time we met. Then, you had your friends to help you. The little baldy… well, he was bald at the time… was going to kill me, but you made him let me go.
You were always too softhearted for your own good… not that I should be speaking. Look at where my own cold heartedness has gotten me. I care too. Not that I would ever admit it. Not that any of this makes my desire to kill you any less. And this… I want to know how much you've changed Kakkarot… and this is the perfect time for a sparring match.}
"Kakkarot!" I yelled for the third time this day.
"Nani?" he asked innocently. {The fool clown always seems innocent… too innocent. It disgusts me, and I knew that not even Kakkarot could be that innocent. He was just playing with everybody's minds. That has to be it.}
"Just how much more powerful are you, Kakkarot? You once again have the body of a child, but your ki is higher than before."
He grinned… innocently. "Wanna spar?" he asked. {Maybe not so innocent…}
"Hai," I grunted, before powering up. Then, "Iie. What I really want to do is kill you, Kakkarot."
"Still going on about that, are you?" he laughed in his… ditzy fashion.
I floated over the party, "Bring it on, brat." {For some reason, I've always wanted a good reason to call him that.}
"Alright, old man." He grinned, almost maliciously.
Goten POV
{Oooo-kay… There they go. Scarcely an hour after seeing each other in about -twenty? - years, and they're already fighting. Damn purebloods…(So sweet, isn't he?)}
Pan walks towards me with a confused look on her face. Trunks is nowhere in sight. I had seen the two talking earlier, and Trunks didn't look too happy. Now, it's Pan that doesn't look very happy. Her tail sagged behind her dejectedly. That kind of bothered me… after all, this is her party.
"Hey Pan, what up?" I asked when she sat down beside me.
"I was going to ask you about something…"
"Nani?" I asked quietly. What was wrong with her? She was acting way too timid to be my little niece. I found myself worried about her.
"There's something wrong with Trunks, Goten." She shifted uncomfortably. "He said something that confused me when I asked what was wrong… and he told me to ask you about it…"
"What did he say?" I asked patiently.
"Something about having a one-sided bond…" She looked up at me, hoping for a glimmer of understanding… She probably didn't expect the look of shock and pain that crossed my face.
Pan POV
For a moment, I wasn't sure if what I said had registered. Then he looked as if someone had shoved nine-inch nails in under his fingernails. (Ouch…!) "Nani?"
"Who?" Goten asked, sounding as if there was something very large lodged permanently in his throat.
"He refused to tell me anything else. How bad is it?"
"As bad as a slow and tortuous death at the hands of someone you love…"
Ouch. That hurt. What hurt more was that Trunks had refused to say any more. I had always been able to get him to tell me anything. I'd even managed to get him to go into horrid detail about his girlfriend troubles. After sifting through what he told me, I would always be able to tell him exactly what was wrong with each girl… but this was different. It sounded both deep, and permanent. I felt suddenly jealous of whoever it was… but I kind of figured that I never really had a chance anyway… Suddenly, I asked, "Anything we can do about it?"
"Only if we can find out who…"
"Okay… tell me the rest behind this 'bond" business, first…"
Goku POV
It felt wonderful to be back. For the first time in a very long {the long stretches farther than I can keep track of…} time, I was actually having a decent sparring match. My tail twitched. It didn't really like being kept around my waist… but what else could I do? Let Mr. Veggie-head get a hold of it? I don't think so!
A fist to my face brought me out of my reverie. I was sent flying backward at a tremendous speed. I did not go at a speed faster than my opponent could catch up with, however. I felt his presence behind me right as his elbow collided with my gut, sending me crashing into the earth below. Luckily, we were out of the party area. I recovered quickly. His boot crashed down into the space that my head had only just occupied. For all intents and purposes, I had vanished.
"Damn you, Kakkarot!" He searched for me. Since he couldn't see me visually, he searched for my ki, which, for the moment, remained hidden.
I reached out and tapped his shoulder. Before he could turn, and turn he did, I was gone. I must admit, it was with some satisfaction that I placed my tail firmly around his neck. I grasped his wrists also, and pulled them around behind his back. Placing my foot firmly between his shoulder blades, I shoved him to the ground. It was an incredibly awkward (What a weird spelling…) situation, for both him and me. It was harder on him, though.
I grinned. {I haven't had this much fun in a long time. Maybe I'm going a little too rough on him…} My tail loosened around his neck, and my grip on his wrists lightened. {Oooo-kay, Son Kun, be prepared…} I thought to myself. {This is gonna hurt.}
His hands escaped mine and he caught at the back of my gi, {Don't ask me how he did that…}. He gripped a handful of cloth and jerked, sending me flying over his head. I was slightly surprised that he hadn't grabbed my tail. I flared my ki, stopping myself mid-flight. He was right behind me. I jabbed my elbow in the direction that his chin should be. It wasn't there.
Gohan POV
"Do I have to?" I asked, plaintively.
"Hai, you must, Gohan. You're the only person here who could even get near them with a chance of surviving." Mom used to be sooo protective. Now she was telling me to go get Dad and Vegeta away from each other long enough to tell them that it was time to eat.
Kuso! I just wanted to have a nice quiet day… sit under a tree with my notes and write out some of my plans… maybe discuss them with Bulma, who was the only other scientist in the group- not counting Trunks.
"Gohan? Gohan! GOHAN!" {Oops… Mom was still talking to me…!} I was too startled to duck out of the way when she launched the frying pan at my head. It hit me square in the forehead.
I could hear several girls whispering- they must have been Pan and Bra's friends- about that.
"Did she have to hit him like that?"
"Isn't that Pan's dad?"
"He doesn't even act like it hurt."
"Don't you guys know? He was the Great Saiyaman. Of course it didn't hurt him."
"I didn't know that the Great Saiyaman wore glasses."
"He's a damn scientist…"
"What? Are you saying that a scientist can't be strong?"
"Rumor said he could fly."
"Don't believe everything you hear…"
"Mom," I said, ignoring the childish voices coming from behind me, "Why'd you do that?"
"I was TRYING to get you're attention…" She glared at me. "Now, go find your father and Vegeta. Tell them that lunch will not wait for them. Got it?"
"Hai," I muttered resentfully. I rose carefully into the air and blasted off into the direction that Dad and Vegeta were.
One of the girls' voices rose in excitement, "See, see? I told you…"
I quickly homed in on their kis.
I paused in the air, not sure if it was safe to go any further. I was right. It WASN'T safe to go any further. In fact, it wasn't safe to go as far as I had already gone. All in all, I wasn't to surprised when a body crashed into mine, knocking me to the ground. I rolled and got up after Dad did. Dad was the body that knocked into mine.
Vegeta sped towards us, apparently not sure which of us to go after. He decided go after me. I blocked the first few punches before he actually managed to hit me. {Kuso! Even blocking his punches hurts… I'm going to have to start training again…}
"Hold up, Vegeta!" I yelled, throwing a wild, albeit powerful, punch. It actually hit him. "Mom told me" I blocked another punch and countered it with a powerful kick "to tell you" his knee to my gut, ouch… "that it's time to eat," I gasped.
Dad laughed. "Yeah, it's about time… Wanna sensu bean, Gohan?"
I shook my head, "No, thanks. I don't think I need one… Vegeta, you should take it easy on me. You know that I haven't been training."
"I'm shocked that you lasted as long as you did, brat."
I chuckled at the twisted compliment. Vegeta has a weird way of complimenting people.
****A/N Okay, so… I didn't get to the next day at Trunks' work. Damn that fairy… Any way… I hope you liked the fight scene… I never wrote a good one before, and that actually seems half way decent.
So…
Preview: Trunks is having a hard time focusing at work, and Bulma notices… watch out Boxer-boy! Gohan's accidentally sparking some rather young female interests… Luckily, he probably won't even notice. Pan and Goten plan a plot… but Pan has to talk to Trunks first. And… is Trunks playing hooky again?
You'll find out next time (hahaha) on "not sure yet".