Pan
Blood. Pain. The sharp crack of a femur breaking, the sick wet sounds of flesh tearing. The copper tang of blood, clogging your nostrils and filling your mouth. The bite of steel on wrists, the wetness of your own life's blood as flesh is slowly stripped away. The clank of chains as you struggle desperately to be free. A heavy weight on your chest. Pain. Pain. Pain. Your mind, racing in frantic circles as you sob and beg to die, for the pain to just stop.
Pleasepleaseplease oh god stop nononono ohgodohgodohgod...
"Vegeta!"
Videl
A year is a long time. It may not seem that way, but a year is just to damn long to be wondering where your only child is. Is she happy? Is she safe? Is she alive? But my daughter left. Gohan confronted her, and she turned and walked out. Vegeta followed her. Bulma was so... everything, I guess. She was hurt and shocked, jealous and afraid, confused and disgusted and self-hating. I know, because I was. I keep thinking I should have gone after them. Said something differently. Been faster, smarter, more clever. Done... something. Every night, I do it again. Lots of different things I could have changed, and won't ever get to. Every night, I get to keep my baby.
And every morning, I lose her again.
Bra
I can't help feeling like maybe Videl was right the first time. They've been gone for so long, and they didn't even say goodbye. Mama is all upset. She doesn't eat much any more. Or sleep, or work, or do much of anything. Yamcha spends a lot more time around the house than he would have if Daddy was still here. Trunks doesn't come home much. He stays at work all day, parties all night, and if he does come home, he's drunk with a bimbo or three on his arm. I wish Papa would just come home. We don't hate him, no matter what Trunks says. He didn't abandon us, like Yamcha always says.
Did he?
Piccolo
This is ridiculous. Why is it such a big deal? They left, move on. I don't like seeing Gohan like this. I want to tell him what Vegeta said, but... something tells me that he won't leave this alone much longer. Dende has been fluttering around the Look Out, working himself up and accidentally starting earthquakes all over the place. I can't help but wonder what Vegeta said to him- whatever it was, it's gonna be big.
Aiko
Why do I let them talk me into these things? I mean, Panny's a sweet girl and all, and from what Vegeta isn't saying, it looks like it wasn't safe for her to stay where she was. But why am I involved? She isn't my relative, or even really a friend. But Lima won't tell me what she does when she and Vegeta slip off into the lower parts of town under cover of darkness, and after so many trips trips to the infirmiry, I don't want to know anymore. When Pan started going out with them, she moved out from under my wings. I can't help her anymore. Not that I want to. But still, I can't.