Hello!!! Here I have another chapter of Hope Lives On! Yippee-Skippee!!!
However, it probably won't be put up for a while, due to the reconstruction
of Fanfiction.net. Oh well, I guess it can wait. Hopefully it will be up
soon so that I can start posting these chapters. Well, enjoy chapter 2!
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, as you may have assumed from reading previous fanfiction.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hope Lives On
By: Ponytail Goddess
Chapter 2: Memories
Hope screamed as she landed very ungracefully on the ground. Naturally she had landed on her broken arm. Intense pain shot through her body as she attempted to sit up, making her fall back down into her laying position.
She felt the cool green grass under her fingers and hands. Had she gotten to her destination? Had the teleportation worked?
Hope sniffed the air. It smelled of the light cherry blossom scent.
*YES!*
She had done it! She had used teleportation to get herself to Sakura Park. She couldn't wait to tell Gosan about her succession!
Sakura Park was a very safe and nice place to be. It had been built about 10 years ago in this current timeline that she was in. It was armed with the basic play equipment that all youngsters could enjoy: swings, a slide, merry-go-round, and several picnic tables. Supposedly it was a very beautiful place with all of the cherry blossom trees in full bloom.
However, strange as it may sound, the park was always abandoned. There were literally no kids at that particular park. Ever. One reason was because the park was on the outskirts of town. Parents found it easier to just take their children to the nearest park from their house. Very few children lived around the outskirts of town. Every once and a while though, a few visiting grandchildren would come and enjoy the park. That didn't happen very often though. The park was easily forgotten by everyone and sometimes the yard keeper would put off mowing the grass because he simply knew that nobody came there.
Hope was one of the few children that had had the wonderful opportunity to play at that particular park. She had many fond memories of it. Her father had always taken her to this park as a youth after some kids had bullied her at a more crowded park. By going to this park they could avoid children that would normally make fun of her disability. Plus, the equipment was a lot safer than some of the newer stuff that was constantly being put into inner city parks. The stuff here was not as complicated to work, which made it easier for Hope to have fun.
Though Hope was blind, she had always managed to have a great time at Sakura Park. Her father had always made certain of that. He would push her on the swings and sometimes swing by her side, whichever she had wanted him to do. He would twirl her around on the merry-go-round at amazing speeds so that she could feel the wind in her hair as she went round' and round'. He'd sometimes get it going so fast that she would feel dizzy and disoriented when she got off of it. Even when he had made her sick, she felt that it was all worth the while because she could enjoy it without having to see things.
Father would even let her go down the slide. However, when she was really, really young, he had always insisted on going down it with her. He was afraid that she would fall down the ladder or off the slide while carelessly going down. Her father would go down that slide as many times as she wanted to, never getting frustrated about doing it over and over again.
Sometimes though, she could hear the guilt in his voice. He blamed himself for her blindness; she knew it. She wished that he wouldn't; it wasn't his fault that she had been born without sight. There was no possible way that he could have prevented it, just as he couldn't have prevented the laser eye surgery files to all be lost when the androids had attacked their time so very long ago. Heck, he hadn't even been born when they were destroyed! There was no reason for his self blame.
When Trunks Jr. had first found out about Hope's blindness, he had searched high and low for a possible cure. He soon found himself looking worldwide for anything that might provide any little percentage of hope for her. There was no longer a cure though. All of the files had been destroyed, along with all doctors who had performed such surgeries. Nobody had bothered to find the cure again because blindness wasn't much of a problem with such a low population. Everyone was focused on trying to get back to a semi-normal life style; nobody really cared about curing anything that wasn't life threatening.
Thank Kami for Hope's grandfather. If it wasn't for him, her father would probably still be half way around the world looking for a cure. Hope had no idea what he had said to him, but her father was different from that day forward. He no longer cared about the cure; he just wanted to find things that they could do together, as a family. And that's exactly what they did.
And that was the way that Hope liked it. She didn't like people giving her pity. Pity was worthless. Anybody could sit around crying and complaining about a disability. However, it took a strong person to face it with patience and try to do as much as he/she could despite it. Hope had never let it get her down. She was always willing to try something new and make the best of what senses she had.
Unfortunately, as Hope had gotten older, it had gotten harder for her father to find things for the two of them to do together. No matter how had things got for her though, she knew he loved her, and that's what kept her going.
A tremendous wave of pain brought her back to her current situation. It hurt when she breathed. Every heartbeat seemed to bring new kinds of pain.
"Papa-san", she whispered, "I w-wish that you were here right n-now."
After saying that, she slipped into the black haze and went unconscious.
*~*~*~*~*
Videl stomped on her car break with anger as the streetlight turned red. She wore a face of pure hatred. Nobody had shown up to eat the dinner that she had made and it had gotten cold sitting on the table, waiting.
*You had better have a good excuse for this Gohan! I did not just slave over that stove for an hour making a monstrous meal for nothing*
As the light turned green the enraged Videl put her foot on the accelerator and turned onto the street that Bulma lived on.
Suddenly the sky seemed to darken as she turned.
*Hmm.it must be going to rain. Dang it, those stupid weather men are never right!*
She then peered at the clouds a bit closer.
*Wait a second.those aren't storm clouds! That's smoke!!!*
It was coming from down the street. From Capsule Corp. However, that wasn't an unusual thing. Several of Bulma's inventions had exploded when they were tested in the past. Several parts of the mansion had been burnt down more than once. Plus Vegeta constantly would overload the Gravity Room and it would explode weekly.
*You'd think that he would know better than to blow it up when Bulma wasn't around. Oh well, it serves him right for being so careless!*
However, as Videl slowly pulled up into the Capsule Corp. driveway, she noticed that there was all kinds of junk laying around on the ground. Usually the Gravity Room didn't make this much of a mess when it was blown into smithereens. How odd.
*I wonder what happened here. I hope Gohan has nothing to do with this explosion. If he did, I will never here the end of it from Bulma. Whoever did this really made a big mess this time! It's gonna take Bulma a while to restore the ol' C.C. this time around.*
Videl stepped out of her car and was quickly thrown involuntarily into a fit of coughing. The smoke was very thick, and she could barely breathe. She shut her eyes so that they would hopefully stop stinging.
"Gohan!", she called out as loudly as she could manage, "Are you out here?"
She heard nobody answer. The place was dead silent. Videl started to worry. If Gohan wasn't here, then where was he? What if something had happened to him and Vegeta?
"Gohan! GOHAN!!! ARE YOU OK?!?"
"Videl?!?", someone called out through the black smelly haze.
"Gohan, is that you? Are you ok?"
"Yes, Vegeta just went to get a hose to put out the fire!", he called back.
She walked towards the voice. Soon enough, she bumped into what felt like a brick wall. Brick wall don't, however, help people up with gently hands.
"What happened here Gohan?!?"
"Well.I'm not really quite sure myself.it's kinda weird."
He paused momentarily, try to think of how to start his little story.
"Um.well.I think that some relative of Future Trunks has arrived here in this time. It was a girl. She crash landed the time machine into the Gravity Room. She has to be related to Trunks in some way, I mean, the lavender hair gives that away."
"Is she hurt?"
"Yes, but when we tried to help her, she ran away. Well, actually she flew away. Then when we had tried to catch her in the air and convince her that we only wanted to help, she teleported!"
"Teleported?!?!? But only Goku is strong enough to do that!"
"Well, I guess he's not the only one anymore. I just hope that she's ok. She was beat up pretty badly. I wish she would have let me help."
"Hmm.I wouldn't believe this if I wasn't seeing it with my own eyes. I wonder why she came back here?"
"Oh Kami, I didn't even think of that! What if she's here to warn us about some horrible evil that will be coming soon!?!"
"Don't worry about that yet Gohan. We have to find her first."
"That's the problem", he stated sullenly. He looked horribly stressed. "I can't feel her ki. Either she's hiding it or she's hurt really badly, possibly even."
Gohan was right. She could be anywhere, in any condition. Nobody knew anywhere that she might be.
"Kami, I don't know what to do! I feel so helpless! There must be some way of finding her!!!!!"
"You're a fool, Gohan.", a voice said from behind the two. They both jumped, even though they easily recognized the voice as Vegeta's.
He continued, "She'll have to come back for her ship or she can't leave here. She'll be back. Besides, she didn't seem to have anything with her, she'll have to get food and clothes somewhere."
"What if she can't make it back here?", Gohan asked, not liking Vegeta's know-it-all attitude. "She appeared to be in pretty bad shape. I bet the teleportation took out a lot of her strength."
"Well, if you come up with a better plan, brat, then let me know."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
There's the end of chapter 2. I hope you liked it. Please review. Thanks, it means a lot to me when I know that people are enjoying my stories. Till the next chapter.
Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, as you may have assumed from reading previous fanfiction.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hope Lives On
By: Ponytail Goddess
Chapter 2: Memories
Hope screamed as she landed very ungracefully on the ground. Naturally she had landed on her broken arm. Intense pain shot through her body as she attempted to sit up, making her fall back down into her laying position.
She felt the cool green grass under her fingers and hands. Had she gotten to her destination? Had the teleportation worked?
Hope sniffed the air. It smelled of the light cherry blossom scent.
*YES!*
She had done it! She had used teleportation to get herself to Sakura Park. She couldn't wait to tell Gosan about her succession!
Sakura Park was a very safe and nice place to be. It had been built about 10 years ago in this current timeline that she was in. It was armed with the basic play equipment that all youngsters could enjoy: swings, a slide, merry-go-round, and several picnic tables. Supposedly it was a very beautiful place with all of the cherry blossom trees in full bloom.
However, strange as it may sound, the park was always abandoned. There were literally no kids at that particular park. Ever. One reason was because the park was on the outskirts of town. Parents found it easier to just take their children to the nearest park from their house. Very few children lived around the outskirts of town. Every once and a while though, a few visiting grandchildren would come and enjoy the park. That didn't happen very often though. The park was easily forgotten by everyone and sometimes the yard keeper would put off mowing the grass because he simply knew that nobody came there.
Hope was one of the few children that had had the wonderful opportunity to play at that particular park. She had many fond memories of it. Her father had always taken her to this park as a youth after some kids had bullied her at a more crowded park. By going to this park they could avoid children that would normally make fun of her disability. Plus, the equipment was a lot safer than some of the newer stuff that was constantly being put into inner city parks. The stuff here was not as complicated to work, which made it easier for Hope to have fun.
Though Hope was blind, she had always managed to have a great time at Sakura Park. Her father had always made certain of that. He would push her on the swings and sometimes swing by her side, whichever she had wanted him to do. He would twirl her around on the merry-go-round at amazing speeds so that she could feel the wind in her hair as she went round' and round'. He'd sometimes get it going so fast that she would feel dizzy and disoriented when she got off of it. Even when he had made her sick, she felt that it was all worth the while because she could enjoy it without having to see things.
Father would even let her go down the slide. However, when she was really, really young, he had always insisted on going down it with her. He was afraid that she would fall down the ladder or off the slide while carelessly going down. Her father would go down that slide as many times as she wanted to, never getting frustrated about doing it over and over again.
Sometimes though, she could hear the guilt in his voice. He blamed himself for her blindness; she knew it. She wished that he wouldn't; it wasn't his fault that she had been born without sight. There was no possible way that he could have prevented it, just as he couldn't have prevented the laser eye surgery files to all be lost when the androids had attacked their time so very long ago. Heck, he hadn't even been born when they were destroyed! There was no reason for his self blame.
When Trunks Jr. had first found out about Hope's blindness, he had searched high and low for a possible cure. He soon found himself looking worldwide for anything that might provide any little percentage of hope for her. There was no longer a cure though. All of the files had been destroyed, along with all doctors who had performed such surgeries. Nobody had bothered to find the cure again because blindness wasn't much of a problem with such a low population. Everyone was focused on trying to get back to a semi-normal life style; nobody really cared about curing anything that wasn't life threatening.
Thank Kami for Hope's grandfather. If it wasn't for him, her father would probably still be half way around the world looking for a cure. Hope had no idea what he had said to him, but her father was different from that day forward. He no longer cared about the cure; he just wanted to find things that they could do together, as a family. And that's exactly what they did.
And that was the way that Hope liked it. She didn't like people giving her pity. Pity was worthless. Anybody could sit around crying and complaining about a disability. However, it took a strong person to face it with patience and try to do as much as he/she could despite it. Hope had never let it get her down. She was always willing to try something new and make the best of what senses she had.
Unfortunately, as Hope had gotten older, it had gotten harder for her father to find things for the two of them to do together. No matter how had things got for her though, she knew he loved her, and that's what kept her going.
A tremendous wave of pain brought her back to her current situation. It hurt when she breathed. Every heartbeat seemed to bring new kinds of pain.
"Papa-san", she whispered, "I w-wish that you were here right n-now."
After saying that, she slipped into the black haze and went unconscious.
*~*~*~*~*
Videl stomped on her car break with anger as the streetlight turned red. She wore a face of pure hatred. Nobody had shown up to eat the dinner that she had made and it had gotten cold sitting on the table, waiting.
*You had better have a good excuse for this Gohan! I did not just slave over that stove for an hour making a monstrous meal for nothing*
As the light turned green the enraged Videl put her foot on the accelerator and turned onto the street that Bulma lived on.
Suddenly the sky seemed to darken as she turned.
*Hmm.it must be going to rain. Dang it, those stupid weather men are never right!*
She then peered at the clouds a bit closer.
*Wait a second.those aren't storm clouds! That's smoke!!!*
It was coming from down the street. From Capsule Corp. However, that wasn't an unusual thing. Several of Bulma's inventions had exploded when they were tested in the past. Several parts of the mansion had been burnt down more than once. Plus Vegeta constantly would overload the Gravity Room and it would explode weekly.
*You'd think that he would know better than to blow it up when Bulma wasn't around. Oh well, it serves him right for being so careless!*
However, as Videl slowly pulled up into the Capsule Corp. driveway, she noticed that there was all kinds of junk laying around on the ground. Usually the Gravity Room didn't make this much of a mess when it was blown into smithereens. How odd.
*I wonder what happened here. I hope Gohan has nothing to do with this explosion. If he did, I will never here the end of it from Bulma. Whoever did this really made a big mess this time! It's gonna take Bulma a while to restore the ol' C.C. this time around.*
Videl stepped out of her car and was quickly thrown involuntarily into a fit of coughing. The smoke was very thick, and she could barely breathe. She shut her eyes so that they would hopefully stop stinging.
"Gohan!", she called out as loudly as she could manage, "Are you out here?"
She heard nobody answer. The place was dead silent. Videl started to worry. If Gohan wasn't here, then where was he? What if something had happened to him and Vegeta?
"Gohan! GOHAN!!! ARE YOU OK?!?"
"Videl?!?", someone called out through the black smelly haze.
"Gohan, is that you? Are you ok?"
"Yes, Vegeta just went to get a hose to put out the fire!", he called back.
She walked towards the voice. Soon enough, she bumped into what felt like a brick wall. Brick wall don't, however, help people up with gently hands.
"What happened here Gohan?!?"
"Well.I'm not really quite sure myself.it's kinda weird."
He paused momentarily, try to think of how to start his little story.
"Um.well.I think that some relative of Future Trunks has arrived here in this time. It was a girl. She crash landed the time machine into the Gravity Room. She has to be related to Trunks in some way, I mean, the lavender hair gives that away."
"Is she hurt?"
"Yes, but when we tried to help her, she ran away. Well, actually she flew away. Then when we had tried to catch her in the air and convince her that we only wanted to help, she teleported!"
"Teleported?!?!? But only Goku is strong enough to do that!"
"Well, I guess he's not the only one anymore. I just hope that she's ok. She was beat up pretty badly. I wish she would have let me help."
"Hmm.I wouldn't believe this if I wasn't seeing it with my own eyes. I wonder why she came back here?"
"Oh Kami, I didn't even think of that! What if she's here to warn us about some horrible evil that will be coming soon!?!"
"Don't worry about that yet Gohan. We have to find her first."
"That's the problem", he stated sullenly. He looked horribly stressed. "I can't feel her ki. Either she's hiding it or she's hurt really badly, possibly even."
Gohan was right. She could be anywhere, in any condition. Nobody knew anywhere that she might be.
"Kami, I don't know what to do! I feel so helpless! There must be some way of finding her!!!!!"
"You're a fool, Gohan.", a voice said from behind the two. They both jumped, even though they easily recognized the voice as Vegeta's.
He continued, "She'll have to come back for her ship or she can't leave here. She'll be back. Besides, she didn't seem to have anything with her, she'll have to get food and clothes somewhere."
"What if she can't make it back here?", Gohan asked, not liking Vegeta's know-it-all attitude. "She appeared to be in pretty bad shape. I bet the teleportation took out a lot of her strength."
"Well, if you come up with a better plan, brat, then let me know."
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
There's the end of chapter 2. I hope you liked it. Please review. Thanks, it means a lot to me when I know that people are enjoying my stories. Till the next chapter.