A/N: On to chapter 3!! And for those of you who have read my fic Choices of
a Warrior and wanted to know if I'll post any more on it soon, yes I will!
Probably next week though. hope you don't mind!
CH 3
They arrived at the Son house to be greeted as the last to arrive. Chichi was in the back with Videl and Eighteen setting up tables and Marron, Pan, and Goten were already running around playing. Bra and Trunks ran to join them while the men decided to sneak away and spar for a while.
"You coming Miari?" asked Krillen. He nodded.
"Yeah, sure." They were about to make off, before Eighteen came around looking for Marron and busted them.
"And just where do you think YOU'RE going?" she asked. "I thought we said no sparing until AFTER we ate." All the boys jumped, surprised at being caught. Eighteen scowled at them.
"Um. we weren't going anywhere." said Yamcha, trying to play innocent. She gave him one of those 'do-you-think-I'm-stupid?' looks. She looked around at the group, spotting Miari. "And who are you? You look familiar."
"That's Miari, Eighteen," said Krillen. "You remember him right?" Eighteen looked him up and down. She remembered Krillen telling her about him, and what the androids had done in his time.
"Yes, I remember. Hello," she offered. Everyone stared, waiting to see what he'd say. At first it felt strange. Just looking at her brought back memories. But at the same time she seemed different. Something in her eyes, and the way she acted. She had a certain soul that the other androids didn't.
"Hi," he said back, even smiling a little. The breath everyone had been unconsciously holding let out, no longer afraid Miari would break out and start attacking her.
"Hey guys!" Bulma called from the back yard. "Come on! Food's ready!" The Saiyans didn't wait for her to say more, as they rushed over, the others following right behind them. But let's face it, no matter how fast you are, you're not going to beat a Saiyan to a food source.
Out in the back was table after table piled up with food, from turkey to rice to pudding and everything else in between. Despite the tradition that you were suppose to have a Thanksgiving dinner, Bulma, Chichi and Videl knew that if you tried to cook like that for Saiyans it would probably take three days, so they decided to just start cooking three days ahead of time. But of course, then try to get those same Saiyans to wait until the end of the day to eat. Impossible. So they decided, let's just put out the food and they can eat early then play around all day if they wanted.
The girls laughed, seeing the eager look on all the Saiyan's faces.
"Now hold on boys," said Chichi. "We have to say grace first." All the guys groaned.
"Grace?" questioned Miari. "Okay, grace. Let's eat." Although he'd never seen this much food before with the knowledge that he could eat as much of it as he wanted, he knew he didn't want anything to stop him from experiencing it. Marron laughed.
"No silly, it means we each have to say something we're grateful for, then we can eat. That's what Thanksgiving's about; being thankful for what we have."
"Oh, .okay," he said uncertain. "Um. like what?" Marron sighed.
"Like this," Pan said, "I'm thankful for my mommy and daddy and my friends."
"Yeah, and I'm thankful for the same!" said Marron, Bra nodding as well.
"I'm thankful for food!" said Goten, getting impatient.
"And I'm thankful I'm not you," said Trunks. Bulma gave him a look.
"And I'm grateful that Miari decided to stay with us," she said.
"I'm thankful that we're ALL here and no one's off in other world," said Chichi. They went around, Videl, Gohan, Goku, Krillen, Yamcha, Eighteen, and the rest (save Piccolo and Vegeta) went around saying things similar.
"What about you Miari?" asked Gohan. Miari thought.
"Well, I guess I'm thankful for a lot of things. I guess the same as you guys. I'm glad to be here with all my friends."
"And you, misters anti-social?" Videl asked to Vegeta and Piccolo. Piccolo scowled.
"Peace," he said. She nodded. Everyone looked at Vegeta. He growled.
"And I'm thankful that we're done with all of this so we can eat," he said. Bulma sighed.
"I guess that'll do Vegeta."
"Can we eat now!?" asked Goten. Chichi nodded.
"YES!" he and Trunks yelled running off, the others right behind them.
"Maybe we should hang back for a while you guys," said Krillen.
"Yeah, if we go over there now one of them might mistake us for a chicken leg," agreed Yamcha.
Eventually they all got through the tables, and after everyone was full, decided to go spar. Miari was sitting out for one round, along with Trunks and Goten. While they were resting, Bra and her friends came over to sit.
"Hiya niisan," she said, "Hiya other niisan."
"What do you want?" said Trunks.
"Nothing," Pan scowled, crossing her arms.
"Then go away," said Goten.
"You don't own the back yard," said Marron.
"I own it more than any of you!" said Goten. "It's MY house."
"So?" said Pan, "My dad used to live here and my grandpa and grandma still do so there!"
"Oh shut up!" said Trunks.
"You!" said Marron.
"You!" said Goten.
"You!" said Bra.
"YOU!" said Trunks and Goten.
"Miari," complained Bra. "Tell them to leave us alone!"
"No, tell them to get lost!" said Trunks. Miari shook his head.
"Why don't you guys stop fighting and just relax?" he said. "There's nothing to be so mad at each other about."
"Then what are we supposed to do?" said Marron. "We have nothing the same."
"Yeah," agreed Trunks. "They're girls."
"And they're boys," said Pan.
"What's wrong with boys?" asked Goten.
"Well what's wrong with girls?" asked Bra.
"Nothing except they're stupid."
"Are not! Boys are!"
"Girls!"
"Boys!"
"Girls!"
"Boys!"
"Hey!" Miari said, "Alright, okay. You really can't do anything together except argue?"
"Nope," said Goten, shaking his head.
"Nuh, uh," said Marron. Miari chuckled a bit.
"How about talking to each other? Conversation?"
"I guess," Goten said, pouting as the girls sat down with them, smiling. Bra plopped down in Miari's lap.
"What are you doing?" asked Bra.
"Nothing. Just resting," he said.
"Why do you fight all the time?" asked Marron.
"Cuz it's fun!" said Trunks.
"Yeah duh!" said Goten.
"But don't you like to do anything else?" asked Bra. Trunks shrugged.
"We like to play hide-and-go-seek," he said.
"Oh, that's fun!" said Pan. Goten's eyes widened.
"You guys like to play that? I thought you guys only liked to play with dolls and stuff."
"That's fun, but it gets boring sometimes," said Marron. "We usually end up going outside and playing tag."
"I didn't think girls did that," said Trunks.
"Let's play!" said Bra, "Come on!"
"Yeah!" said the girls, standing up. Trunks and Goten looked at each other.
"Well." said Goten. He looked at Trunks. Trunks shrugged.
"I guess," he said standing. "But only because we're bored with sparing. And because Goten wants to, so I'd have no one to spar with."
He stood along with Goten and they ran off together. Miari sighed as he watched them go, wishing that could have been him as a kid.
"Lucky brats," he muttered. From behind him he heard a laugh. He turned to see Piccolo behind him.
"You certainly got them to calm down quick," he said. "You know, ever since they've known each other, I don't think I've ever seen them ever play together." Miari nodded.
"It's sad. But I think if they could find something they all like they'll be good friends." Piccolo smirked. "Yeah I know. Sounds pretty sappy huh?" he said.
"No," he said, "I think it'd be nice. A lot more quiet. And I think you're right."
"They're lucky," he said, "To be young and have friends like them. Friends that understand."
"They are. The ties they make now as children will help them in the future, and they will need it. Without people you care about, the will to fight will not last long. The more people you have to fight for. The more motivation." Miari nodded.
"I wish. that I had been so lucky." Piccolo look down at him. Miari was intently focused on the scene in front of him. Trunks and Goten sneaking off into separate trees that still had enough leaves to keep them hidden from Bra, who was 'it', as Marron was under on of the tables and Pan was looking for a bush without so many thorns. "To have friends to play with whenever I want. Just kid games too. Nothing serious. Just to be a kid." There was silence for a while, both saying nothing. Miari looked down.
He hated to admit it to himself, but already he wasn't liking it here. Not because it was a bad place. Just the opposite, it was wonderful. But seeing himself younger, seeing the others only seemed to be life reminding him of what he never had. Of what his time could never be like. Even if he stayed here in the end, he knew already he could never be one of them really. He was a Z-fighter, but he was very different from them. He didn't have a pervious time with so many friends. And these things that seemed so normal and everyday to them were completely foreign to him. Already he half felt like some alien.
He sighed deeply. What was the point to this? What was he here for anyway?
"Who cares?" asked Piccolo. Miari looked up at him. "What are any of us here for? Who really knows?" Miari stared at him in confusment.
"You. You-"
"Read minds? Of course. I have fused with Kami after all, and he knew very many things he didn't let on." Miari nodded. Great, so he heard everything he just said. He probably thought he was being stupid and immature for thinking the way he was.
"Not really," he said. "Actually, I think you're one of the few of us here with real sense." Miari stared even more at this. "I don't know you very well Miari. Trunks. But I know that you are more like us then you think. I nor Vegeta have a past like the others. To us everything was strange and at first pointless as well. But in time, you learn, and you change." He looked to Miari and smiled Kami's smile. "We are here to protect and defend. Not just the Earth, but each other and what we believe in. That is what we are here for."
"I don't belong here."
"And why do you think that?"
"I am not from this time."
"Trunks," Piccolo (or at this point it seemed Kami had more control) said, "We are all from different places. Some more different than others. But the point is that destiny, the plan our lives had before we were born, has all led us to the same place and for the same purpose. That is what is important. Do you understand?" Miari looked down again, then up at the sky, which was darkening with the oncoming night. Already, you could see some stars peeking out through the black blanket that was coming over the world. A cold breeze stirred around them, ruffling through the tree leaves on he ground.
"I understand what you're saying Piccolo-san," he said, "But I'm not sure if I agree." He looked over to see Piccolo in deep meditation, blocking out the commotion the women were making trying to round up their husbands and kids, but Miari thought Piccolo knew what he said anyway.
He took a deep sigh and leaned back on the cool grass, staring up at the heavens.
"Destiny," he repeated. "Perhaps our life is written in the stars." He watched, as another star appeared, smiling bright like the others.
"I wish I would have gotten some better stars."
A/N : As usual, R&R please! (and BTW, it was more of Kami talking to Miari in that last part than Piccolo, just because I thought it'd be a little ooc for Piccolo to say some of those things.)
CH 3
They arrived at the Son house to be greeted as the last to arrive. Chichi was in the back with Videl and Eighteen setting up tables and Marron, Pan, and Goten were already running around playing. Bra and Trunks ran to join them while the men decided to sneak away and spar for a while.
"You coming Miari?" asked Krillen. He nodded.
"Yeah, sure." They were about to make off, before Eighteen came around looking for Marron and busted them.
"And just where do you think YOU'RE going?" she asked. "I thought we said no sparing until AFTER we ate." All the boys jumped, surprised at being caught. Eighteen scowled at them.
"Um. we weren't going anywhere." said Yamcha, trying to play innocent. She gave him one of those 'do-you-think-I'm-stupid?' looks. She looked around at the group, spotting Miari. "And who are you? You look familiar."
"That's Miari, Eighteen," said Krillen. "You remember him right?" Eighteen looked him up and down. She remembered Krillen telling her about him, and what the androids had done in his time.
"Yes, I remember. Hello," she offered. Everyone stared, waiting to see what he'd say. At first it felt strange. Just looking at her brought back memories. But at the same time she seemed different. Something in her eyes, and the way she acted. She had a certain soul that the other androids didn't.
"Hi," he said back, even smiling a little. The breath everyone had been unconsciously holding let out, no longer afraid Miari would break out and start attacking her.
"Hey guys!" Bulma called from the back yard. "Come on! Food's ready!" The Saiyans didn't wait for her to say more, as they rushed over, the others following right behind them. But let's face it, no matter how fast you are, you're not going to beat a Saiyan to a food source.
Out in the back was table after table piled up with food, from turkey to rice to pudding and everything else in between. Despite the tradition that you were suppose to have a Thanksgiving dinner, Bulma, Chichi and Videl knew that if you tried to cook like that for Saiyans it would probably take three days, so they decided to just start cooking three days ahead of time. But of course, then try to get those same Saiyans to wait until the end of the day to eat. Impossible. So they decided, let's just put out the food and they can eat early then play around all day if they wanted.
The girls laughed, seeing the eager look on all the Saiyan's faces.
"Now hold on boys," said Chichi. "We have to say grace first." All the guys groaned.
"Grace?" questioned Miari. "Okay, grace. Let's eat." Although he'd never seen this much food before with the knowledge that he could eat as much of it as he wanted, he knew he didn't want anything to stop him from experiencing it. Marron laughed.
"No silly, it means we each have to say something we're grateful for, then we can eat. That's what Thanksgiving's about; being thankful for what we have."
"Oh, .okay," he said uncertain. "Um. like what?" Marron sighed.
"Like this," Pan said, "I'm thankful for my mommy and daddy and my friends."
"Yeah, and I'm thankful for the same!" said Marron, Bra nodding as well.
"I'm thankful for food!" said Goten, getting impatient.
"And I'm thankful I'm not you," said Trunks. Bulma gave him a look.
"And I'm grateful that Miari decided to stay with us," she said.
"I'm thankful that we're ALL here and no one's off in other world," said Chichi. They went around, Videl, Gohan, Goku, Krillen, Yamcha, Eighteen, and the rest (save Piccolo and Vegeta) went around saying things similar.
"What about you Miari?" asked Gohan. Miari thought.
"Well, I guess I'm thankful for a lot of things. I guess the same as you guys. I'm glad to be here with all my friends."
"And you, misters anti-social?" Videl asked to Vegeta and Piccolo. Piccolo scowled.
"Peace," he said. She nodded. Everyone looked at Vegeta. He growled.
"And I'm thankful that we're done with all of this so we can eat," he said. Bulma sighed.
"I guess that'll do Vegeta."
"Can we eat now!?" asked Goten. Chichi nodded.
"YES!" he and Trunks yelled running off, the others right behind them.
"Maybe we should hang back for a while you guys," said Krillen.
"Yeah, if we go over there now one of them might mistake us for a chicken leg," agreed Yamcha.
Eventually they all got through the tables, and after everyone was full, decided to go spar. Miari was sitting out for one round, along with Trunks and Goten. While they were resting, Bra and her friends came over to sit.
"Hiya niisan," she said, "Hiya other niisan."
"What do you want?" said Trunks.
"Nothing," Pan scowled, crossing her arms.
"Then go away," said Goten.
"You don't own the back yard," said Marron.
"I own it more than any of you!" said Goten. "It's MY house."
"So?" said Pan, "My dad used to live here and my grandpa and grandma still do so there!"
"Oh shut up!" said Trunks.
"You!" said Marron.
"You!" said Goten.
"You!" said Bra.
"YOU!" said Trunks and Goten.
"Miari," complained Bra. "Tell them to leave us alone!"
"No, tell them to get lost!" said Trunks. Miari shook his head.
"Why don't you guys stop fighting and just relax?" he said. "There's nothing to be so mad at each other about."
"Then what are we supposed to do?" said Marron. "We have nothing the same."
"Yeah," agreed Trunks. "They're girls."
"And they're boys," said Pan.
"What's wrong with boys?" asked Goten.
"Well what's wrong with girls?" asked Bra.
"Nothing except they're stupid."
"Are not! Boys are!"
"Girls!"
"Boys!"
"Girls!"
"Boys!"
"Hey!" Miari said, "Alright, okay. You really can't do anything together except argue?"
"Nope," said Goten, shaking his head.
"Nuh, uh," said Marron. Miari chuckled a bit.
"How about talking to each other? Conversation?"
"I guess," Goten said, pouting as the girls sat down with them, smiling. Bra plopped down in Miari's lap.
"What are you doing?" asked Bra.
"Nothing. Just resting," he said.
"Why do you fight all the time?" asked Marron.
"Cuz it's fun!" said Trunks.
"Yeah duh!" said Goten.
"But don't you like to do anything else?" asked Bra. Trunks shrugged.
"We like to play hide-and-go-seek," he said.
"Oh, that's fun!" said Pan. Goten's eyes widened.
"You guys like to play that? I thought you guys only liked to play with dolls and stuff."
"That's fun, but it gets boring sometimes," said Marron. "We usually end up going outside and playing tag."
"I didn't think girls did that," said Trunks.
"Let's play!" said Bra, "Come on!"
"Yeah!" said the girls, standing up. Trunks and Goten looked at each other.
"Well." said Goten. He looked at Trunks. Trunks shrugged.
"I guess," he said standing. "But only because we're bored with sparing. And because Goten wants to, so I'd have no one to spar with."
He stood along with Goten and they ran off together. Miari sighed as he watched them go, wishing that could have been him as a kid.
"Lucky brats," he muttered. From behind him he heard a laugh. He turned to see Piccolo behind him.
"You certainly got them to calm down quick," he said. "You know, ever since they've known each other, I don't think I've ever seen them ever play together." Miari nodded.
"It's sad. But I think if they could find something they all like they'll be good friends." Piccolo smirked. "Yeah I know. Sounds pretty sappy huh?" he said.
"No," he said, "I think it'd be nice. A lot more quiet. And I think you're right."
"They're lucky," he said, "To be young and have friends like them. Friends that understand."
"They are. The ties they make now as children will help them in the future, and they will need it. Without people you care about, the will to fight will not last long. The more people you have to fight for. The more motivation." Miari nodded.
"I wish. that I had been so lucky." Piccolo look down at him. Miari was intently focused on the scene in front of him. Trunks and Goten sneaking off into separate trees that still had enough leaves to keep them hidden from Bra, who was 'it', as Marron was under on of the tables and Pan was looking for a bush without so many thorns. "To have friends to play with whenever I want. Just kid games too. Nothing serious. Just to be a kid." There was silence for a while, both saying nothing. Miari looked down.
He hated to admit it to himself, but already he wasn't liking it here. Not because it was a bad place. Just the opposite, it was wonderful. But seeing himself younger, seeing the others only seemed to be life reminding him of what he never had. Of what his time could never be like. Even if he stayed here in the end, he knew already he could never be one of them really. He was a Z-fighter, but he was very different from them. He didn't have a pervious time with so many friends. And these things that seemed so normal and everyday to them were completely foreign to him. Already he half felt like some alien.
He sighed deeply. What was the point to this? What was he here for anyway?
"Who cares?" asked Piccolo. Miari looked up at him. "What are any of us here for? Who really knows?" Miari stared at him in confusment.
"You. You-"
"Read minds? Of course. I have fused with Kami after all, and he knew very many things he didn't let on." Miari nodded. Great, so he heard everything he just said. He probably thought he was being stupid and immature for thinking the way he was.
"Not really," he said. "Actually, I think you're one of the few of us here with real sense." Miari stared even more at this. "I don't know you very well Miari. Trunks. But I know that you are more like us then you think. I nor Vegeta have a past like the others. To us everything was strange and at first pointless as well. But in time, you learn, and you change." He looked to Miari and smiled Kami's smile. "We are here to protect and defend. Not just the Earth, but each other and what we believe in. That is what we are here for."
"I don't belong here."
"And why do you think that?"
"I am not from this time."
"Trunks," Piccolo (or at this point it seemed Kami had more control) said, "We are all from different places. Some more different than others. But the point is that destiny, the plan our lives had before we were born, has all led us to the same place and for the same purpose. That is what is important. Do you understand?" Miari looked down again, then up at the sky, which was darkening with the oncoming night. Already, you could see some stars peeking out through the black blanket that was coming over the world. A cold breeze stirred around them, ruffling through the tree leaves on he ground.
"I understand what you're saying Piccolo-san," he said, "But I'm not sure if I agree." He looked over to see Piccolo in deep meditation, blocking out the commotion the women were making trying to round up their husbands and kids, but Miari thought Piccolo knew what he said anyway.
He took a deep sigh and leaned back on the cool grass, staring up at the heavens.
"Destiny," he repeated. "Perhaps our life is written in the stars." He watched, as another star appeared, smiling bright like the others.
"I wish I would have gotten some better stars."
A/N : As usual, R&R please! (and BTW, it was more of Kami talking to Miari in that last part than Piccolo, just because I thought it'd be a little ooc for Piccolo to say some of those things.)