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Author's Note: Well, here it is, Chapter Five in a now seemingly long, and probably pointless fanfic. I hope it's up to your expectations, and I'm praying to Kami and Dende both that this isn't a total disappointment. Well, we're back at ye ol' Capsule Corporation and out of first person point of view, although I will probably lapse and go back into it later on in certain chapters for emphasis- R&R!
Chapter Five
"I didn't know my face could hurt this much," Goten complained as he heavily flopped on the couch next to Bra, who was momentarily flipping through her latest fashion magazines. She chose to ignore him for the time being, knowing that it was missing her brother that was sending the usually happy Son into a state of depression, and shook her head as she looked over him. His lip was busted open, dried blood dribbling down his chin, and one of his eyes appeared nearly purple as the swelling finally settled in. She knew that Vegeta had been relentless when he'd "sparred" with him, especially since he'd gotten into a fight with her mother moments before Goten had showed up. Arguing with Bulma, over seemingly petty or serious things, always sent the proud Saiyajin no Ouji off his rocker, and Goten was just the lucky contestant to win an all-expense paid trip to the Gravity Room for a training session that literally translated as 'I'll-beat- you-black-and-blue-until-this-mood-I'm-in-vanishes.'
"Maybe you should put some ice on it." What she really wanted to say to him probably would have sent him through the roof, even though he looked too exhausted to lift his head from the back of the couch.
'Gee, thanks for stating the obvious, Bra-chan," he mocked sarcastically, not even opening his one good eye to look at the exact image of both Bulma and Vegeta rolled into a single body. He really couldn't stand gazing at a face that so achingly reminded him of Trunks, not when he'd spent the last two hours being ground into Saiyajin burger by a man that held the outward temperament of his best friend, and he sighed, ignoring the plea of his brain to lock out the pain as he let it washed over him.
It made him feel more real than he had in a long time.it made him feel something other than anxiety.
"Gomen, Bra-chan, I didn't mean to snap at you. I just-"
"You just miss Trunks. Yeah, we all know that Goten-san." His eyes shot open. Who knew?! He almost went into a panic. Did they also know that he- no, they couldn't.could they?
"Oh, that's nice. Yeah, really, really, nice to hear, Bra-chan." Act cool, Goten, just act cool, he told himself. He really couldn't, though, not when his heart was beating a thousand times faster than it had just a few minutes ago after his spar with Vegeta. Bra glanced at him again.
'Are you alright, Goten-san, you don't sound like you enjoyed that statement."
"Why would I?! Tell me why I would look comfortable knowing that everyone knows I miss your brother!" Her large crystal blue eyes filled with tears, and he suddenly realized what he'd just done. He'd screamed at her, a thirteen-year-old girl who was just trying to make idle conversation, and he'd bitten her head off because he was scared that people would know.
"G-gomen nasai, Goten, I didn't mean anything by it. I just.I was just trying-" She bit her lip and immediately left the room, leaving him in the silence of their living room. Shimatta! He hadn't meant to do that to her; to Bra; to a girl he loved like a sister. Kami, was he being condemned for the crimes he had failed to stop previously in his life. Bebi.Majin Buu.Bebi.had he mentioned Bebi? Dende be damned, he was such a pathetic loser!
Quickly getting up with more speed then he thought his body could handle, he headed for the door, thinking to leave, never really wanting to come back to a place that filled him with too many memories, but a hand, and a very powerful one of that, grabbed him by the back on the shirt.
"Hold it right there, boy," Vegeta's monotonously cold voice commanded as he dragged Goten to a halt. Oh, great! Now he was in for it.
"What is it, Vegeta? Does it really look like I'm in the mood to have one of your discussions right now?!" Kami, where had that come from?!
"Hn. I don't know what you're talking about, brat, but I wanted to tell you something. He'll be home sooner than you think." And with that, the Prince turned around and walked off. Goten let out a breath of pent up air, praising Dende that there hadn't been any confrontation, and forgetting what he had told him, he opened the door and flew away, not looking back.
~A few hundred miles away; the nearest hospital~
"What in Kami-sama's name is taking so long?" Pan whined, pacing the floor past Gokou and Trunks for the millionth time. Trunks was beginning to wonder if she was going to wear a hole in the floor with her walking and one in his head with her complaints, but he was content to sit quietly, thinking. He wanted to go home! There were only miles from being at Capsule Corporation.okay, maybe a little more than a few miles, but they were on Chikyuu, at least, and he wanted to spend that night in his bed, with his things surrounding him, and his best friend.
Instantly, Trunks blushed red at the thought, trying to get images of him out of his mind, and turned his head when a slim young nurse came walking toward them, immediately making him forget about Goten for the moment.
"Well it's about time!" Pan chided, hands on her hips in imitation of her grandmother, and he saw Gokou nodding off even as the woman placed her sultry body in front of his face. Trunks tried nudging him, but to no avail, he completely dropped off into sleep, and his head propped itself against her thigh. In a split second, she had moved so fast that he even had to blink before he realized that the older Saiyajin in a child's body was lying flat on the linoleum, his cheek indented with her knee. Gokou lay in a pile, blinking several times, and just stayed there, directly falling asleep once again. He was hopeless!
"Ojisan, you're not helping any!" Pan kicked him with the toe of her boot, but he remained as he was and she just sighed. "Please excuse my grandfather for that, lady. He's apparently suffering from sleep deprivation." The woman plastered on, what looked like, a fake smile and only nodded, glancing sideways at Trunks. Oh, good Kami-sama, would the horde never end?
"Uh, yeah, so, is the thing- boy doing alright?" the lavender haired bishounen asked, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes.
"If you would, I need you to come with me, S-sir." Pan moved to where Trunks was sitting, prepared to go as well.
"Hold it right there, lady. Tell me why Trunks gets to go and I don't!" The nurse glanced down at the quarter Saiyajin with nothing more than partial interest before turning her back.
"You aren't old enough, little girl." With that statement, she waved Trunks to follow and he slowly got up, sighing disdain in a low tone. Pan angrily grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and shook him hard enough to make his teeth rattle in his head. What was her problem?
"Tell her I'm not a 'little' girl, Trunks-san, before I do something drastic. I'm a lot more mature than you and Ojisan put together. It isn't fair!" Trunks twisted away from her grip and dusted himself off.
"Look, Pan, you wanted to come here. Now let me handle this so we can go home. I'm tired of being somewhere I don't have to be." Immediately, her expression altered and she crossed her arms.
"Fine, but hurry up!" She quickly turned around, giving her back to the half Saiyajin, and he walked after the nurse, carefully stepping over a sleeping Gokou. Trunks could only guess that he was still relying on space- time, or something similar because it wasn't normal for anyone, especially him, to fall over, dead to the world, like that. Looking ahead, he found his eyes watching the way her hips swung, noticing that it was slightly off to what a normal female would do to get a man's attention. He knew all about that; Kami did he know, even if he didn't want to. They eventually passed the room he recognized as the boy's, and began to wonder after they walked for another corridor, going nowhere.
"Um, excuse me, miss, but where, exactly, are we going?" She stopped, then, and pulled open a shabby looking door, trying to usher him in.
"Here. This is where we are going." Trunks peered in the darkness with his Saiyajin eyes.
"But that's a closet-"
"Just get in!" she commanded harshly, sounding dry and callous. Why was everyone so pushy? Did they get a kick out of bossing around someone like him?
"Alright, alright. Don't have a conniption or anything, geez." Cautiously, he slid into the tiny storage room, forcing his breathing to remain normal. Why did he have this feeling that this wasn't such a good idea? She shut the door behind her and pressed herself against him, sending him against the wall.
Yep, this was definitely not a good idea!
"Now-" Suddenly, light erupted through the once again open entrance, and both Pan and Gokou stood there, glares on their faces.
"Hold it right there, lady! You're not going to touch him!" Trunks watched as a cruel smirk slipped onto the female nurse's lips.
"Just try and stop me, you brat!" And with quickness, the woman's fingers dug into his scalp and pulled his face close to hers, instantly touching their lips together.
A/N: MWAHAHAHA! I love doing that! Oh, well, it isn't like you won't know what I'm going to do, right? Chapter Six will be up ASAP!
Author's Note: Well, here it is, Chapter Five in a now seemingly long, and probably pointless fanfic. I hope it's up to your expectations, and I'm praying to Kami and Dende both that this isn't a total disappointment. Well, we're back at ye ol' Capsule Corporation and out of first person point of view, although I will probably lapse and go back into it later on in certain chapters for emphasis- R&R!
Chapter Five
"I didn't know my face could hurt this much," Goten complained as he heavily flopped on the couch next to Bra, who was momentarily flipping through her latest fashion magazines. She chose to ignore him for the time being, knowing that it was missing her brother that was sending the usually happy Son into a state of depression, and shook her head as she looked over him. His lip was busted open, dried blood dribbling down his chin, and one of his eyes appeared nearly purple as the swelling finally settled in. She knew that Vegeta had been relentless when he'd "sparred" with him, especially since he'd gotten into a fight with her mother moments before Goten had showed up. Arguing with Bulma, over seemingly petty or serious things, always sent the proud Saiyajin no Ouji off his rocker, and Goten was just the lucky contestant to win an all-expense paid trip to the Gravity Room for a training session that literally translated as 'I'll-beat- you-black-and-blue-until-this-mood-I'm-in-vanishes.'
"Maybe you should put some ice on it." What she really wanted to say to him probably would have sent him through the roof, even though he looked too exhausted to lift his head from the back of the couch.
'Gee, thanks for stating the obvious, Bra-chan," he mocked sarcastically, not even opening his one good eye to look at the exact image of both Bulma and Vegeta rolled into a single body. He really couldn't stand gazing at a face that so achingly reminded him of Trunks, not when he'd spent the last two hours being ground into Saiyajin burger by a man that held the outward temperament of his best friend, and he sighed, ignoring the plea of his brain to lock out the pain as he let it washed over him.
It made him feel more real than he had in a long time.it made him feel something other than anxiety.
"Gomen, Bra-chan, I didn't mean to snap at you. I just-"
"You just miss Trunks. Yeah, we all know that Goten-san." His eyes shot open. Who knew?! He almost went into a panic. Did they also know that he- no, they couldn't.could they?
"Oh, that's nice. Yeah, really, really, nice to hear, Bra-chan." Act cool, Goten, just act cool, he told himself. He really couldn't, though, not when his heart was beating a thousand times faster than it had just a few minutes ago after his spar with Vegeta. Bra glanced at him again.
'Are you alright, Goten-san, you don't sound like you enjoyed that statement."
"Why would I?! Tell me why I would look comfortable knowing that everyone knows I miss your brother!" Her large crystal blue eyes filled with tears, and he suddenly realized what he'd just done. He'd screamed at her, a thirteen-year-old girl who was just trying to make idle conversation, and he'd bitten her head off because he was scared that people would know.
"G-gomen nasai, Goten, I didn't mean anything by it. I just.I was just trying-" She bit her lip and immediately left the room, leaving him in the silence of their living room. Shimatta! He hadn't meant to do that to her; to Bra; to a girl he loved like a sister. Kami, was he being condemned for the crimes he had failed to stop previously in his life. Bebi.Majin Buu.Bebi.had he mentioned Bebi? Dende be damned, he was such a pathetic loser!
Quickly getting up with more speed then he thought his body could handle, he headed for the door, thinking to leave, never really wanting to come back to a place that filled him with too many memories, but a hand, and a very powerful one of that, grabbed him by the back on the shirt.
"Hold it right there, boy," Vegeta's monotonously cold voice commanded as he dragged Goten to a halt. Oh, great! Now he was in for it.
"What is it, Vegeta? Does it really look like I'm in the mood to have one of your discussions right now?!" Kami, where had that come from?!
"Hn. I don't know what you're talking about, brat, but I wanted to tell you something. He'll be home sooner than you think." And with that, the Prince turned around and walked off. Goten let out a breath of pent up air, praising Dende that there hadn't been any confrontation, and forgetting what he had told him, he opened the door and flew away, not looking back.
~A few hundred miles away; the nearest hospital~
"What in Kami-sama's name is taking so long?" Pan whined, pacing the floor past Gokou and Trunks for the millionth time. Trunks was beginning to wonder if she was going to wear a hole in the floor with her walking and one in his head with her complaints, but he was content to sit quietly, thinking. He wanted to go home! There were only miles from being at Capsule Corporation.okay, maybe a little more than a few miles, but they were on Chikyuu, at least, and he wanted to spend that night in his bed, with his things surrounding him, and his best friend.
Instantly, Trunks blushed red at the thought, trying to get images of him out of his mind, and turned his head when a slim young nurse came walking toward them, immediately making him forget about Goten for the moment.
"Well it's about time!" Pan chided, hands on her hips in imitation of her grandmother, and he saw Gokou nodding off even as the woman placed her sultry body in front of his face. Trunks tried nudging him, but to no avail, he completely dropped off into sleep, and his head propped itself against her thigh. In a split second, she had moved so fast that he even had to blink before he realized that the older Saiyajin in a child's body was lying flat on the linoleum, his cheek indented with her knee. Gokou lay in a pile, blinking several times, and just stayed there, directly falling asleep once again. He was hopeless!
"Ojisan, you're not helping any!" Pan kicked him with the toe of her boot, but he remained as he was and she just sighed. "Please excuse my grandfather for that, lady. He's apparently suffering from sleep deprivation." The woman plastered on, what looked like, a fake smile and only nodded, glancing sideways at Trunks. Oh, good Kami-sama, would the horde never end?
"Uh, yeah, so, is the thing- boy doing alright?" the lavender haired bishounen asked, brushing some of his hair out of his eyes.
"If you would, I need you to come with me, S-sir." Pan moved to where Trunks was sitting, prepared to go as well.
"Hold it right there, lady. Tell me why Trunks gets to go and I don't!" The nurse glanced down at the quarter Saiyajin with nothing more than partial interest before turning her back.
"You aren't old enough, little girl." With that statement, she waved Trunks to follow and he slowly got up, sighing disdain in a low tone. Pan angrily grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and shook him hard enough to make his teeth rattle in his head. What was her problem?
"Tell her I'm not a 'little' girl, Trunks-san, before I do something drastic. I'm a lot more mature than you and Ojisan put together. It isn't fair!" Trunks twisted away from her grip and dusted himself off.
"Look, Pan, you wanted to come here. Now let me handle this so we can go home. I'm tired of being somewhere I don't have to be." Immediately, her expression altered and she crossed her arms.
"Fine, but hurry up!" She quickly turned around, giving her back to the half Saiyajin, and he walked after the nurse, carefully stepping over a sleeping Gokou. Trunks could only guess that he was still relying on space- time, or something similar because it wasn't normal for anyone, especially him, to fall over, dead to the world, like that. Looking ahead, he found his eyes watching the way her hips swung, noticing that it was slightly off to what a normal female would do to get a man's attention. He knew all about that; Kami did he know, even if he didn't want to. They eventually passed the room he recognized as the boy's, and began to wonder after they walked for another corridor, going nowhere.
"Um, excuse me, miss, but where, exactly, are we going?" She stopped, then, and pulled open a shabby looking door, trying to usher him in.
"Here. This is where we are going." Trunks peered in the darkness with his Saiyajin eyes.
"But that's a closet-"
"Just get in!" she commanded harshly, sounding dry and callous. Why was everyone so pushy? Did they get a kick out of bossing around someone like him?
"Alright, alright. Don't have a conniption or anything, geez." Cautiously, he slid into the tiny storage room, forcing his breathing to remain normal. Why did he have this feeling that this wasn't such a good idea? She shut the door behind her and pressed herself against him, sending him against the wall.
Yep, this was definitely not a good idea!
"Now-" Suddenly, light erupted through the once again open entrance, and both Pan and Gokou stood there, glares on their faces.
"Hold it right there, lady! You're not going to touch him!" Trunks watched as a cruel smirk slipped onto the female nurse's lips.
"Just try and stop me, you brat!" And with quickness, the woman's fingers dug into his scalp and pulled his face close to hers, instantly touching their lips together.
A/N: MWAHAHAHA! I love doing that! Oh, well, it isn't like you won't know what I'm going to do, right? Chapter Six will be up ASAP!
