disclaimer; i should just put standard so I don't have to do this
every chapter, but then that would be to standard. That translates into
human language as I don't own DBZ.
authors note; fairly short chapter, I know but hey I figured it's better
than nothing, seeing as how I haven't updated in a while. Although that's
only partially my fault. I haven't gotten any reviews for ch. 9 and 10
yet, so please let me know how I'm doing.
random rant; religion is good...if you're not one of those zealots who
preaches the same thing to the same person 538 times. And then in the
same breath says, Harry Potter is going to teach kids to worship the
devil.
random rant #2; why the hell can't parents accept that after you turn 18
you don't have to ask permission if you wanted to go to say Arizona on a
raodtrip with friends.
Random quote; "Leave it to me to almost die from a fart." -Old Wen, from
'Eat Drink Man Woman'
She woke in his arms the sun coming through the window when the realization hit her of
just how much she cared about him. She wondered exactly when and how she fell in love with him.
She snuggled against him and he gave her a quick squeeze in response.
"You know, I almost forgot what it's like to touch someone." She said quietly.
'I'm glad it was me', was the foremost thought in his mind along with thousands of other
responses, but none were ones he thought would be a good idea to share with her at that
particular moment.
She smiled. "Being as physically close as we are right now, just because you don't say
something doesn't mean I don't know you aren't thinking it."
He chucked softly. "I suppose not."
She felt his love and affection for her and for once in her life she trusted those
emotions even though they weren't coming from her brother. She smiled even though he couldn't
see her. "I love you too."
"I don't think I could have said it any better."
"I haven't touched anyone since my brother, not even my father. He avoided my brother
and I as much as possible, said we reminded him too much of my mom."
"I can't imagine what my life would be like if my mom acted the way your dad did after
your mom died."
She finally lifted her head so she could look into his eyes. "It was different when your
dad died. Your mom couldn't blame you for your dads death; my mom died when she was having my
brother and I."
"Your father shouldn't have blamed you either; it wasn't yours or your brothers fault.
There was nothing either of you could have done to save her, especially not then. You weren't
even two minutes old!"
She lowered her face to his chest again. "She died the next day."
He sighed exasperatedly. "Alright, Ms. Stubborn, but that doesn't change things; you
were still too young!"
She was silent a few moments before she responded. "I know. My brain says you're right,
I mean logic has told me that all my life. I think that even without my father I still would
have blamed myself, if only a little."
"That's a big burden to carry." He replied compassionately.
She still wouldn't look him in the face. "It's one I've carried all my life."
He ran his hand down the length of her back. "That's something I'm going to try to
change."
She finally looked back up into his face. "Then you've got your work cut out for you."
She said with a small smile.
"I look forward to a challenge."
Over the next two weeks Gohan began to train Lazandra, and slowly near the end of the
two weeks as she gained some control over her powers he allowed her to test them on him.
Their nights on the other hand were spent very differently; sometimes falling asleep
together on the couch after watching a movie, sometimes in one another's bed simply holding each
other.
Two nights before ChiChi was to return home Gohan lay in Lazandra's bed thinking about
what his mother would say. Then he looked down into Lazandras sleeping face and knew his mother
would approve, there was no way she couldn't; not that it mattered either way now that he had
her in his arms he wasn't going to let her go. Funny how one month ago he thought he'd never
have a chance with her and now he was holding her in her bed while she slept. Looking at her now
she looked so fragile it made him wonder how she had survived android 17's attack, but he knew
appearances in this case were most definitely deceiving.
She had told him at the beginning of the week that she used to have those dreams almost
every night until now. Since they had begun sleeping together she had only had those dreams
twice and he had always been there to call her back and comfort her. She made small whimpering
sounds and fidgeted so without thinking Gohan pulled her a little closer to him and she quieted,
settling into his arms. Even in her sleep she still bared the pain of her tragedy.
It pained him to see the many similarities between them sometimes. Both growing up with
only one parent and different from everyone else, though she had it worse in both of those
categories he knew. They had both been thrown abruptly into the world of death and chaos, a
world which no one should have to live in least of all children who were just passing the teen
years.
He sighed and looked out the window of her room; the stars were bright tonight. Turning
back to stare at Lazandra he realized he had better get to sleep if he was going to wake up
early enough to make a picnic for them before she woke up. So he closed his eyes and fell asleep
wondering at how well the two of them seemed to just fall into place together.
every chapter, but then that would be to standard. That translates into
human language as I don't own DBZ.
authors note; fairly short chapter, I know but hey I figured it's better
than nothing, seeing as how I haven't updated in a while. Although that's
only partially my fault. I haven't gotten any reviews for ch. 9 and 10
yet, so please let me know how I'm doing.
random rant; religion is good...if you're not one of those zealots who
preaches the same thing to the same person 538 times. And then in the
same breath says, Harry Potter is going to teach kids to worship the
devil.
random rant #2; why the hell can't parents accept that after you turn 18
you don't have to ask permission if you wanted to go to say Arizona on a
raodtrip with friends.
Random quote; "Leave it to me to almost die from a fart." -Old Wen, from
'Eat Drink Man Woman'
She woke in his arms the sun coming through the window when the realization hit her of
just how much she cared about him. She wondered exactly when and how she fell in love with him.
She snuggled against him and he gave her a quick squeeze in response.
"You know, I almost forgot what it's like to touch someone." She said quietly.
'I'm glad it was me', was the foremost thought in his mind along with thousands of other
responses, but none were ones he thought would be a good idea to share with her at that
particular moment.
She smiled. "Being as physically close as we are right now, just because you don't say
something doesn't mean I don't know you aren't thinking it."
He chucked softly. "I suppose not."
She felt his love and affection for her and for once in her life she trusted those
emotions even though they weren't coming from her brother. She smiled even though he couldn't
see her. "I love you too."
"I don't think I could have said it any better."
"I haven't touched anyone since my brother, not even my father. He avoided my brother
and I as much as possible, said we reminded him too much of my mom."
"I can't imagine what my life would be like if my mom acted the way your dad did after
your mom died."
She finally lifted her head so she could look into his eyes. "It was different when your
dad died. Your mom couldn't blame you for your dads death; my mom died when she was having my
brother and I."
"Your father shouldn't have blamed you either; it wasn't yours or your brothers fault.
There was nothing either of you could have done to save her, especially not then. You weren't
even two minutes old!"
She lowered her face to his chest again. "She died the next day."
He sighed exasperatedly. "Alright, Ms. Stubborn, but that doesn't change things; you
were still too young!"
She was silent a few moments before she responded. "I know. My brain says you're right,
I mean logic has told me that all my life. I think that even without my father I still would
have blamed myself, if only a little."
"That's a big burden to carry." He replied compassionately.
She still wouldn't look him in the face. "It's one I've carried all my life."
He ran his hand down the length of her back. "That's something I'm going to try to
change."
She finally looked back up into his face. "Then you've got your work cut out for you."
She said with a small smile.
"I look forward to a challenge."
Over the next two weeks Gohan began to train Lazandra, and slowly near the end of the
two weeks as she gained some control over her powers he allowed her to test them on him.
Their nights on the other hand were spent very differently; sometimes falling asleep
together on the couch after watching a movie, sometimes in one another's bed simply holding each
other.
Two nights before ChiChi was to return home Gohan lay in Lazandra's bed thinking about
what his mother would say. Then he looked down into Lazandras sleeping face and knew his mother
would approve, there was no way she couldn't; not that it mattered either way now that he had
her in his arms he wasn't going to let her go. Funny how one month ago he thought he'd never
have a chance with her and now he was holding her in her bed while she slept. Looking at her now
she looked so fragile it made him wonder how she had survived android 17's attack, but he knew
appearances in this case were most definitely deceiving.
She had told him at the beginning of the week that she used to have those dreams almost
every night until now. Since they had begun sleeping together she had only had those dreams
twice and he had always been there to call her back and comfort her. She made small whimpering
sounds and fidgeted so without thinking Gohan pulled her a little closer to him and she quieted,
settling into his arms. Even in her sleep she still bared the pain of her tragedy.
It pained him to see the many similarities between them sometimes. Both growing up with
only one parent and different from everyone else, though she had it worse in both of those
categories he knew. They had both been thrown abruptly into the world of death and chaos, a
world which no one should have to live in least of all children who were just passing the teen
years.
He sighed and looked out the window of her room; the stars were bright tonight. Turning
back to stare at Lazandra he realized he had better get to sleep if he was going to wake up
early enough to make a picnic for them before she woke up. So he closed his eyes and fell asleep
wondering at how well the two of them seemed to just fall into place together.