disclaimer; the only reason I say I don't own DBZ everytime is cause I
don't want to get sued, other wise I would pretend and fall into a
dreamland where I do own it...but all hear this, I don't own DBZ.
Something I did forget was that I do own Lazandra. I came up with the
name, character and everything about her so don't steal her. Ask nicely
and I might let you barrow her(on certain conditions of course)
author's note; again I had more reviews than chapter's...that makes me
feel so loved and appreciated. Being that there are only six reviews I
can e-mail you to let you know when I post new chapters, so leave your
address. Oh, and one more thing. I've only had one suggestion for a
title (it is appreciated and being considered) I'd like a few choices,
and I'll even give you credit for coming up with a title.
random rant; SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL REVIEW JUNKIE!!!
random quote; "If you object, THAT'S TOO BAD!!!!! Once you go random,
there's just no going back....." -The Queen of Random
Ahem, now may I present...Chapter Six of my (for now)untitled fic...
ChiChi woke Lazandra up the next morning. She headed straight for the shower knowing
ChiChi wouldn't let her near the table while she looked like she did; her hair was matted to
her head and she was still in the clothes she had been swimming in last night. When she was
finally dressed she headed for the kitchen. She raised her eyebrows at ChiChi questioningly
when she saw that only half of what they usually ate was on the table.
ChiChi said nothing, just handed her a piece of paper. Lazandra read it silently and
almost cursed out loud when she realized what it was. "I can't believe he left without saying
good-bye."
"That's the only way he knows how to." ChiChi said setting the pancakes on the table.
"Face to face good-bye's are impossible for him because he knows he won't actually leave."
Lazandra sat down and smiled sadly. "Wouldn't that be better?"
ChiChi nodded silently then took her seat. "I worry about him so much when he goes off
like this; so much like his father." She seemed to speak the last part to herself.
Lazandra looked up at ChiChi. "What do you mean?"
ChiChi cocked her head in Lazandra's direction. "Gohan never told you?"
She shook her head. "He told me about how he died but other than that..." the sentence
hung in the air as ChiChi decided on how to best tell her about Goku.
"Why don't we sit outside and I'll tell you about my Goku?"
"Sure." Lazandra picked up her plate and followed ChiChi outside to the small table in
the back. She sat down opposite the older woman and waited for her to speak.
ChiChi took a deep breath. "Goku was a fighter, stronger than humans." Lazandra's brow
furrowed. "Because he wasn't human."
"What?" Lazandra looked as though she thought ChiChi had jumped off the deep end.
"Goku was one of the last of a warrior race called Saiyans. They're stronger than
humans, other than that and their appetites they're almost exactly like humans. Oh and they're
born with tails."
Lazandra looked at ChiChi with a strange look trying to let it all sink in. "But Gohan
doesn't have a tail."
ChiChi smiled expecting her to say that. "He was born with one though. I'll show you."
She went into the house to retrieve her photo album. When she came back in she already had a
page marked with her finger. She set it on the table in front of Lazandra and opened it to a
page of Gohan as a little boy. He stood there with an innocent smile wearing a hat with a little
orange ball on top and a tail waving out from behind him.
Losing interest in her food Lazandra looked at the image. "May I." She asked ChiChi.
"Of course." She said, "Look all you want." ChiChi sat back down to finish her food.
Lazandra turned it too the beginning of the book. The first photo in it was ChiChi's
and Goku's wedding picture. She and ChiChi spent the most of day lazily looking through old
photos while Lazandra listened to her tell stories about the people from her past. Krillin,
Goku's best friend; Tien and Chioutsu former adversaries of Goku; Bulma who is still alive,
her son Trunks who's still just a young boy; Yamcha Bulma's old boyfriend; and Vegita, Trunks'
father and only other remaining Saiyan, until the machines killed him. Lazandra found out that
Gohan had left a separate note for ChiChi when she called her Zandra. One of the more recent
pictures she saw was one of Gohan standing next to a girl with blue eyes and black hair that
fell just above her shoulders; both in formal wear.
"That's Gohan's Prom picture."
"She's pretty." Lazandra said looking at the smiling girl.
"Her name was Videl. She died on their graduation day; it was a real shame she was a
nice girl, if a little out spoken."
'So she's the one Gohan was talking about. I wonder what she was like.'
Finally she came back to the picture of Gohan as a little boy. "You can have that one
if you like." ChiChi told her.
Lazandra blushed but took the picture from its place. As she sat in her room later that
night she looked at the picture again. 'He looks so innocent' she thought. Looking at his face
there was a carefree look to him that he didn't have now. 'Of course he doesn't look that way
anymore, he's got the weight of the world on his shoulders now.' She placed the picture down on
her nightstand and readied herself for sleep.
The next day she woke up early enough to help ChiChi with breakfast. "I'll take care
of the pancakes, you can make the eggs."
ChiChi looked up from the batter she was mixing. "Thanks, it's nice to have help in the
kitchen. Gohan can't do much but clean-up." ChiChi smiled. "He can cook, but it's not something
he has a knack for."
Lazandra smiled in return as she took over stirring the pancake mix. "I used to cook for
my dad and my brother; and although they might not have had Saiyan appetites they had some of
the largest in the town I lived in."
"So, you had to take care the guys in you home too, huh?" ChiChi said.
"Yeah. Where are the pan's?"
ChiChi looked up and gestured to one of the cabinet's above Lazandra's head. "In there."
She pulled one out and continued where she left off. "I loved cooking for them though."
She went on as she began to pour the batter into the pan. "My mom died before I could remember
her and one of the few things my father kept of hers was her cookbook. My father wouldn't let
me cook from her book for him because it reminded him of her too much; but I cooked her recipes
for my brother so often that I memorized everything she had written in it. She wrote her
recipes and other little things she thought of when she cooked, mostly things from her
childhood, most of it I don't quite understand but I still remember it. I guess when I cook
I feel close to my mom."
"Maybe you'd like to cook some of her recipes some time?" ChiChi suggested.
Lazandra smiled. "I'd love to, the only problem is sometimes my mom used to use
ingredients that weren't everyday items."
"Like what?"
"I'm not sure what they were called, I could recognize them by sight and smell though.
I remember she used to grow them in the back yard. Only some of the recipes were like that
though. At least half of them used everyday ingredients."
The next few days Lazandra partially took over the kitchen, cooking her mother's,
recipes finding out which ones ChiChi liked and which ones she didn't, though the ones she
didn't were few and far between.
Once she had even said, "If your mother cooked half as good as you I'm surprised she
didn't become a master chef."
Lazandra had smile at the compliment. A few weeks later she found out one of the
reason's ChiChi detested staying home alone.
"The thing is without Gohan here I have to go to the river myself to get water." She
said pulling some large containers out of a closet.
Lazandra took one look at everything she was planning on filling with water. "You're
going to carry all of that back filled with water?"
"I'm going to try." ChiChi said almost stubbornly.
Lazandra set down the book she had been reading. "Not by yourself you're not." She
hefted half of the containers into her grasp and signaled that she was ready to go whenever
ChiChi was.
ChiChi smiled gratefully. "Thank you."
She grinned in return. "I'm not going to live here without helping a little."
"You've been helping more than a little." She responded while walking out the door.
"Although you wont be so eager to help once we start carrying these back filled with water.
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SUGGESTIONS FOR TITLES!!!
No Gohan in this one, gomen, but I had to show you that Lazandra and
ChiChi get along pretty good. And to anyone who might be wondering, no
I didn't kill Videl off cause I don't like her. But the story, obviously
couldn't be the same if it was Videl instead of Lazandra.
suggestion's, comment's, compliment's, flames...but beware, if you decide
to flame me I MAY or MAY NOT fire back at you.
don't want to get sued, other wise I would pretend and fall into a
dreamland where I do own it...but all hear this, I don't own DBZ.
Something I did forget was that I do own Lazandra. I came up with the
name, character and everything about her so don't steal her. Ask nicely
and I might let you barrow her(on certain conditions of course)
author's note; again I had more reviews than chapter's...that makes me
feel so loved and appreciated. Being that there are only six reviews I
can e-mail you to let you know when I post new chapters, so leave your
address. Oh, and one more thing. I've only had one suggestion for a
title (it is appreciated and being considered) I'd like a few choices,
and I'll even give you credit for coming up with a title.
random rant; SUPPORT YOUR LOCAL REVIEW JUNKIE!!!
random quote; "If you object, THAT'S TOO BAD!!!!! Once you go random,
there's just no going back....." -The Queen of Random
Ahem, now may I present...Chapter Six of my (for now)untitled fic...
ChiChi woke Lazandra up the next morning. She headed straight for the shower knowing
ChiChi wouldn't let her near the table while she looked like she did; her hair was matted to
her head and she was still in the clothes she had been swimming in last night. When she was
finally dressed she headed for the kitchen. She raised her eyebrows at ChiChi questioningly
when she saw that only half of what they usually ate was on the table.
ChiChi said nothing, just handed her a piece of paper. Lazandra read it silently and
almost cursed out loud when she realized what it was. "I can't believe he left without saying
good-bye."
"That's the only way he knows how to." ChiChi said setting the pancakes on the table.
"Face to face good-bye's are impossible for him because he knows he won't actually leave."
Lazandra sat down and smiled sadly. "Wouldn't that be better?"
ChiChi nodded silently then took her seat. "I worry about him so much when he goes off
like this; so much like his father." She seemed to speak the last part to herself.
Lazandra looked up at ChiChi. "What do you mean?"
ChiChi cocked her head in Lazandra's direction. "Gohan never told you?"
She shook her head. "He told me about how he died but other than that..." the sentence
hung in the air as ChiChi decided on how to best tell her about Goku.
"Why don't we sit outside and I'll tell you about my Goku?"
"Sure." Lazandra picked up her plate and followed ChiChi outside to the small table in
the back. She sat down opposite the older woman and waited for her to speak.
ChiChi took a deep breath. "Goku was a fighter, stronger than humans." Lazandra's brow
furrowed. "Because he wasn't human."
"What?" Lazandra looked as though she thought ChiChi had jumped off the deep end.
"Goku was one of the last of a warrior race called Saiyans. They're stronger than
humans, other than that and their appetites they're almost exactly like humans. Oh and they're
born with tails."
Lazandra looked at ChiChi with a strange look trying to let it all sink in. "But Gohan
doesn't have a tail."
ChiChi smiled expecting her to say that. "He was born with one though. I'll show you."
She went into the house to retrieve her photo album. When she came back in she already had a
page marked with her finger. She set it on the table in front of Lazandra and opened it to a
page of Gohan as a little boy. He stood there with an innocent smile wearing a hat with a little
orange ball on top and a tail waving out from behind him.
Losing interest in her food Lazandra looked at the image. "May I." She asked ChiChi.
"Of course." She said, "Look all you want." ChiChi sat back down to finish her food.
Lazandra turned it too the beginning of the book. The first photo in it was ChiChi's
and Goku's wedding picture. She and ChiChi spent the most of day lazily looking through old
photos while Lazandra listened to her tell stories about the people from her past. Krillin,
Goku's best friend; Tien and Chioutsu former adversaries of Goku; Bulma who is still alive,
her son Trunks who's still just a young boy; Yamcha Bulma's old boyfriend; and Vegita, Trunks'
father and only other remaining Saiyan, until the machines killed him. Lazandra found out that
Gohan had left a separate note for ChiChi when she called her Zandra. One of the more recent
pictures she saw was one of Gohan standing next to a girl with blue eyes and black hair that
fell just above her shoulders; both in formal wear.
"That's Gohan's Prom picture."
"She's pretty." Lazandra said looking at the smiling girl.
"Her name was Videl. She died on their graduation day; it was a real shame she was a
nice girl, if a little out spoken."
'So she's the one Gohan was talking about. I wonder what she was like.'
Finally she came back to the picture of Gohan as a little boy. "You can have that one
if you like." ChiChi told her.
Lazandra blushed but took the picture from its place. As she sat in her room later that
night she looked at the picture again. 'He looks so innocent' she thought. Looking at his face
there was a carefree look to him that he didn't have now. 'Of course he doesn't look that way
anymore, he's got the weight of the world on his shoulders now.' She placed the picture down on
her nightstand and readied herself for sleep.
The next day she woke up early enough to help ChiChi with breakfast. "I'll take care
of the pancakes, you can make the eggs."
ChiChi looked up from the batter she was mixing. "Thanks, it's nice to have help in the
kitchen. Gohan can't do much but clean-up." ChiChi smiled. "He can cook, but it's not something
he has a knack for."
Lazandra smiled in return as she took over stirring the pancake mix. "I used to cook for
my dad and my brother; and although they might not have had Saiyan appetites they had some of
the largest in the town I lived in."
"So, you had to take care the guys in you home too, huh?" ChiChi said.
"Yeah. Where are the pan's?"
ChiChi looked up and gestured to one of the cabinet's above Lazandra's head. "In there."
She pulled one out and continued where she left off. "I loved cooking for them though."
She went on as she began to pour the batter into the pan. "My mom died before I could remember
her and one of the few things my father kept of hers was her cookbook. My father wouldn't let
me cook from her book for him because it reminded him of her too much; but I cooked her recipes
for my brother so often that I memorized everything she had written in it. She wrote her
recipes and other little things she thought of when she cooked, mostly things from her
childhood, most of it I don't quite understand but I still remember it. I guess when I cook
I feel close to my mom."
"Maybe you'd like to cook some of her recipes some time?" ChiChi suggested.
Lazandra smiled. "I'd love to, the only problem is sometimes my mom used to use
ingredients that weren't everyday items."
"Like what?"
"I'm not sure what they were called, I could recognize them by sight and smell though.
I remember she used to grow them in the back yard. Only some of the recipes were like that
though. At least half of them used everyday ingredients."
The next few days Lazandra partially took over the kitchen, cooking her mother's,
recipes finding out which ones ChiChi liked and which ones she didn't, though the ones she
didn't were few and far between.
Once she had even said, "If your mother cooked half as good as you I'm surprised she
didn't become a master chef."
Lazandra had smile at the compliment. A few weeks later she found out one of the
reason's ChiChi detested staying home alone.
"The thing is without Gohan here I have to go to the river myself to get water." She
said pulling some large containers out of a closet.
Lazandra took one look at everything she was planning on filling with water. "You're
going to carry all of that back filled with water?"
"I'm going to try." ChiChi said almost stubbornly.
Lazandra set down the book she had been reading. "Not by yourself you're not." She
hefted half of the containers into her grasp and signaled that she was ready to go whenever
ChiChi was.
ChiChi smiled gratefully. "Thank you."
She grinned in return. "I'm not going to live here without helping a little."
"You've been helping more than a little." She responded while walking out the door.
"Although you wont be so eager to help once we start carrying these back filled with water.
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SUGGESTIONS FOR TITLES!!!
No Gohan in this one, gomen, but I had to show you that Lazandra and
ChiChi get along pretty good. And to anyone who might be wondering, no
I didn't kill Videl off cause I don't like her. But the story, obviously
couldn't be the same if it was Videl instead of Lazandra.
suggestion's, comment's, compliment's, flames...but beware, if you decide
to flame me I MAY or MAY NOT fire back at you.