A lot of fics I read have 100th review specials and so forth. I can't be
bothered. But I will try to make this longer. That's all I have to offer...
happy 100th review... Thanks to QOVAD (you happy, Alita?) BTW this is
completely unedited. spot the mistakes, there may be a prize!
~Chapter 7~
I gave birth to my child with out much trouble, Mephisto gave me several midwives of my own, but now I realise how much pain every mother had gone through. For me, it was no problem of course. Pain was after all what I used to live for. Now with my son, I have a new reason to live.
I had carried a living being in my womb for 9 months and it would depend on me for the next decade or so. Realising the impact he will have on my life, I didn't break down in tears like some character off a modernised fairytale, but I did feel remorse over the lives the Jewels had terminated before they even began.
This being will make his own decisions, have an opinion, have a life. He will not be oppressed like I was.
Now that my pregnancy is over, I can start training again. I'd gotten pretty out of shape in those lazy hazy days of childbearing. I fortunately have Mephisto as my new sensei. He has a completely different fighting style to my previous senseis, Goku oji-san and Vegeta-sensei. With him, I can develop my own style- a mixture of the three, and from my time with Crystal and Jade. I feel remorseful whenever I think of them. Their memories remind me of how many innocent lives close to me were lost because of me. Including theirs.
I should stop feeling sorry for myself; they would have hated me for it. What's done is done; all I can do now is to try to prevent it from happening again. In memory of my family, the Jewels.
Also in their memory, I named my son Jasper, continuing the line of gem names. He is learning fast, already knowing how to stand unsupported and crawl all over the acres of land the mansion occupied. At only 7 weeks old. He will start training soon, he already shows great interest while his 'step-father' and I spar.
He will be a great warrior. If only Vegeta could see him...
~
*Trunks' POV*
Why is he looking at me like that? Menacing, let arrogantly superior. Like he knows something I don't know. Does he? What's going on?! I'm already having enough trouble trying to undo the knots in my head. My mind's been scrambled, and I have a feeling that girl has something to do with it. I know she does.
She's all I ever think about.
She's like a disease, plaguing my over-packed mind with muddled thoughts and mixed feelings. I can't figure it out! I keep telling myself she's just another girl, but the way she suddenly pops up in my trains of thoughts drives me insane. They're uncontrollable. Infesting my mind with thoughts about her, feelings for her, questions about her, aching for her.
My father seems to read my mind, and his mouth curves up in that menacing smirk. "You don't deserve her, She needs a real prince."
I am going insane.
I have to find her.
~
*Vegeta's POV*
Trunks no baka, what's in that mind of yours is as open as a book. Your face is comical to look at and your eyes are too expressive for your own good. Just the way you hold yourself tells the world how pathetic and weak you are. You're lost. You have no idea what to do. You have no goals in life anymore, but seemingly to figure out who Pan is.
Honestly, I cannot comprehend why a son of mine could be so imbecilic. How you ruin your whole life just thinking of a girl out of your grasp. Who you cannot even put a name to, though you know both the name and the person.
This person is strong, and you are weak. You don't deserve her. She needs a real prince. That is what she is worthy of. I see I confuse you further, proving your utter incapability of any rational thoughts at the moment.
She deserves a real prince.
She deserves me.
~
*Gohan's POV*
I stood at the foot of my baby girl's empty grave, still beating myself up over why I let her go to America. Why I wasn't there when she needed me. Why she had to leave me.
I guess I took it for granted how she was always in her bed when I came home late at night, so I could kiss her goodnight before I retired to bed myself, not that she'd ever known. I never noticed how we were drifting apart, I was too tied up in my work. I didn't even know how well she did at school, but I regretted how I forced her to study, instead of sparring or playing father- daughter games. Another reason why she went to America. Another reason why she...
I shuddered.
I remember I promised to myself when she was born that I would treat her how she wanted to be treated, instead of how my own mother treated me. Unfortunately, I was so busy with work that I couldn't be bothered sparring with her, and the only way to occupy her was to glue her nose in another textbook. The 'if only's plaguing my mind at the moment were driving me insane.
How much I regret that now. The lost time we couldn't make up for. Sometimes I still go into her room strait from work to kiss her goodnight to find she wasn't there. Each time I broke down and cried. The last time I did this, Videl found me, and we both sat on the floor of our little girl's room and cried and cried, holding onto each other as if for dear life. I cannot thank Dende enough for the woman I am blessed with. I may be a superhero, but Videl's my savior. She rescues me from everything I fear.
Like she's doing now. Her small but strong hands massage my shoulders as I gaze desolately at the dreary tombstone, her touch giving me inconceivable placatation. That tombstone shouldn't even exist! My baby girl shouldn't be dead!
Videl holds me once more as I break down in tears. I know I should be the strong one, but I was raised as a momma's boy.
If my wife were to die as well, I would have no idea what I'd do. Just the thought of that made me choke on a sob. Videl turned me around and I cried into her shaking shoulder. She was crying as well.
What am I doing to her?
Why am I so weak?
Why can't this grief just go away?
~
*Pan's POV*
Jasper's learning quickly. Maybe it's just Mephisto's way of teaching. My little 3/8 saiyan learned how to fly after Mephisto threw him off a 50 storey cliff. Fortunately, in those 5 long seconds, he learned how to harness his already strong ki and push away from the jagged rocks below. The rocks wouldn't've hurt him, but until he learned to fly, Mephisto would throw him again and again, each time with more force. A mother can only take so much worry.
He still can't walk or talk. He is only a few months old. All he has learnt was for emergency survival, as the aforementioned flying lesson shows. Probably made easier with his saiyan blood. At this rate, so much of his brain will be to control his body that he would be too muscleheaded to even say 'Mama'. Not that I want him too, I promised to myself I'd skip the babytalk, but still I read to him at night, so he could pick up at least something.
I've gotten into better shape since training with Mephisto, saiyans don't need too much of a push to want to train. Now I want to get stronger. I didn't notice, after suppressing my ki for so long I could never read it properly, that I had become weaker from hiding, but my mind is stronger and clearer. The strength of mind helped increase my stamina, but it was always a relief to get away from the beating I got when Mephisto and I sparred/trained. I've already gotten stronger, he doesn't go easy on this 'little girl' like Trunks, Goten, Father and all did. Except Vegeta.
I can already tell he's planning something. At first, I took it as a joke, but with the way he acts, the way he makes the air around him quiver, I'm beginning to doubt that world domination to him was a joke. After living with him for so long now, I know he will do whatever he pleases.
He reminds me so much of Vegeta.
He's the only person from my first life I still think of. I always compare people with him.
It's weird, I know.
~
A.N. Sorry it took so long. Winter's not my typing month.. (I live Downunder [Australia]) You can see I've had some warm-up typing (my plotless one shots, though this is pretty much plotless blab as well. Go read. [shameless plug]) but I don't remember why.. this is just babble newayz.. It will make sense in the end, I promise. It's almost exactly half a year since my last post.. This hasn't been edited, no beta reader, but I've waited too long.. It's Up.
Still as plotless as ever,
~Opal~
~Chapter 7~
I gave birth to my child with out much trouble, Mephisto gave me several midwives of my own, but now I realise how much pain every mother had gone through. For me, it was no problem of course. Pain was after all what I used to live for. Now with my son, I have a new reason to live.
I had carried a living being in my womb for 9 months and it would depend on me for the next decade or so. Realising the impact he will have on my life, I didn't break down in tears like some character off a modernised fairytale, but I did feel remorse over the lives the Jewels had terminated before they even began.
This being will make his own decisions, have an opinion, have a life. He will not be oppressed like I was.
Now that my pregnancy is over, I can start training again. I'd gotten pretty out of shape in those lazy hazy days of childbearing. I fortunately have Mephisto as my new sensei. He has a completely different fighting style to my previous senseis, Goku oji-san and Vegeta-sensei. With him, I can develop my own style- a mixture of the three, and from my time with Crystal and Jade. I feel remorseful whenever I think of them. Their memories remind me of how many innocent lives close to me were lost because of me. Including theirs.
I should stop feeling sorry for myself; they would have hated me for it. What's done is done; all I can do now is to try to prevent it from happening again. In memory of my family, the Jewels.
Also in their memory, I named my son Jasper, continuing the line of gem names. He is learning fast, already knowing how to stand unsupported and crawl all over the acres of land the mansion occupied. At only 7 weeks old. He will start training soon, he already shows great interest while his 'step-father' and I spar.
He will be a great warrior. If only Vegeta could see him...
~
*Trunks' POV*
Why is he looking at me like that? Menacing, let arrogantly superior. Like he knows something I don't know. Does he? What's going on?! I'm already having enough trouble trying to undo the knots in my head. My mind's been scrambled, and I have a feeling that girl has something to do with it. I know she does.
She's all I ever think about.
She's like a disease, plaguing my over-packed mind with muddled thoughts and mixed feelings. I can't figure it out! I keep telling myself she's just another girl, but the way she suddenly pops up in my trains of thoughts drives me insane. They're uncontrollable. Infesting my mind with thoughts about her, feelings for her, questions about her, aching for her.
My father seems to read my mind, and his mouth curves up in that menacing smirk. "You don't deserve her, She needs a real prince."
I am going insane.
I have to find her.
~
*Vegeta's POV*
Trunks no baka, what's in that mind of yours is as open as a book. Your face is comical to look at and your eyes are too expressive for your own good. Just the way you hold yourself tells the world how pathetic and weak you are. You're lost. You have no idea what to do. You have no goals in life anymore, but seemingly to figure out who Pan is.
Honestly, I cannot comprehend why a son of mine could be so imbecilic. How you ruin your whole life just thinking of a girl out of your grasp. Who you cannot even put a name to, though you know both the name and the person.
This person is strong, and you are weak. You don't deserve her. She needs a real prince. That is what she is worthy of. I see I confuse you further, proving your utter incapability of any rational thoughts at the moment.
She deserves a real prince.
She deserves me.
~
*Gohan's POV*
I stood at the foot of my baby girl's empty grave, still beating myself up over why I let her go to America. Why I wasn't there when she needed me. Why she had to leave me.
I guess I took it for granted how she was always in her bed when I came home late at night, so I could kiss her goodnight before I retired to bed myself, not that she'd ever known. I never noticed how we were drifting apart, I was too tied up in my work. I didn't even know how well she did at school, but I regretted how I forced her to study, instead of sparring or playing father- daughter games. Another reason why she went to America. Another reason why she...
I shuddered.
I remember I promised to myself when she was born that I would treat her how she wanted to be treated, instead of how my own mother treated me. Unfortunately, I was so busy with work that I couldn't be bothered sparring with her, and the only way to occupy her was to glue her nose in another textbook. The 'if only's plaguing my mind at the moment were driving me insane.
How much I regret that now. The lost time we couldn't make up for. Sometimes I still go into her room strait from work to kiss her goodnight to find she wasn't there. Each time I broke down and cried. The last time I did this, Videl found me, and we both sat on the floor of our little girl's room and cried and cried, holding onto each other as if for dear life. I cannot thank Dende enough for the woman I am blessed with. I may be a superhero, but Videl's my savior. She rescues me from everything I fear.
Like she's doing now. Her small but strong hands massage my shoulders as I gaze desolately at the dreary tombstone, her touch giving me inconceivable placatation. That tombstone shouldn't even exist! My baby girl shouldn't be dead!
Videl holds me once more as I break down in tears. I know I should be the strong one, but I was raised as a momma's boy.
If my wife were to die as well, I would have no idea what I'd do. Just the thought of that made me choke on a sob. Videl turned me around and I cried into her shaking shoulder. She was crying as well.
What am I doing to her?
Why am I so weak?
Why can't this grief just go away?
~
*Pan's POV*
Jasper's learning quickly. Maybe it's just Mephisto's way of teaching. My little 3/8 saiyan learned how to fly after Mephisto threw him off a 50 storey cliff. Fortunately, in those 5 long seconds, he learned how to harness his already strong ki and push away from the jagged rocks below. The rocks wouldn't've hurt him, but until he learned to fly, Mephisto would throw him again and again, each time with more force. A mother can only take so much worry.
He still can't walk or talk. He is only a few months old. All he has learnt was for emergency survival, as the aforementioned flying lesson shows. Probably made easier with his saiyan blood. At this rate, so much of his brain will be to control his body that he would be too muscleheaded to even say 'Mama'. Not that I want him too, I promised to myself I'd skip the babytalk, but still I read to him at night, so he could pick up at least something.
I've gotten into better shape since training with Mephisto, saiyans don't need too much of a push to want to train. Now I want to get stronger. I didn't notice, after suppressing my ki for so long I could never read it properly, that I had become weaker from hiding, but my mind is stronger and clearer. The strength of mind helped increase my stamina, but it was always a relief to get away from the beating I got when Mephisto and I sparred/trained. I've already gotten stronger, he doesn't go easy on this 'little girl' like Trunks, Goten, Father and all did. Except Vegeta.
I can already tell he's planning something. At first, I took it as a joke, but with the way he acts, the way he makes the air around him quiver, I'm beginning to doubt that world domination to him was a joke. After living with him for so long now, I know he will do whatever he pleases.
He reminds me so much of Vegeta.
He's the only person from my first life I still think of. I always compare people with him.
It's weird, I know.
~
A.N. Sorry it took so long. Winter's not my typing month.. (I live Downunder [Australia]) You can see I've had some warm-up typing (my plotless one shots, though this is pretty much plotless blab as well. Go read. [shameless plug]) but I don't remember why.. this is just babble newayz.. It will make sense in the end, I promise. It's almost exactly half a year since my last post.. This hasn't been edited, no beta reader, but I've waited too long.. It's Up.
Still as plotless as ever,
~Opal~