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Saiyan Games
Chapter Four: Tell the Brat
Story By: Kitar
Edited By: Fallen Virtue
Pan had finished training for the day. She pulled her hair back in a ponytail and sat down to polish her armor. Pan grabbed her training armor, squirted some polish on a rag and began polishing in slow circles. As she was burnishing, she thought about the tournament.
"I have one day before the tournament... I think I'll rest tomorrow. Grandpa always told me its not good to burn yourself out the day before a tournament. Still, I wonder why it's at the palace... Well, no time to think about that now, I guess I'll find out tomorrow." Pan looked at her reflection in the armor, satisfied, she set it down, and picked up her battle armor.
Goten watched his niece from the doorway. He was still thinking about yesterday's spar. He knew even before he even accepted that he'd win. Like his father before him and his older brother, he too was a Super Saiyan, but Pan didn't know that. He became a Super Saiyan on his last mission, which is why they got done early.
As he watched Pan he wondered if she would become a ascend to that higher level someday too. They were rare, but the genes tended to run in families. If your father was a Super Saiyan, the chances of you becoming one were over a hundred times greater than someone with no Super Saiyans in their family.
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**At the Palace**
Trunks walked down a long dimly lit hallway, limping slightly, remembering his spar earlier with his father. "Geez, I don't know what Dad's problem is lately. If I didn't know better, I'd swear he was trying to kill me." He turned right sharply and entered the women's wing. "Maybe Mom can tell me what's was wrong with him."
He knocked on the door twice, then entered. Bulma was on her bed reading a book. She glanced up at her son and smiled. She closed her book, sat up, then looked at Trunks again. "Whats wrong? Trunks, you don't look like yourself today."
He sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed by his mother. "I was wondering whats wrong with Dad. He has been acting really strange. He's sparring more and more frequently with me and each time he just about kills me. I was wondering if you knew what was wrong with him."
Bulma saw the worried expression on his face. She knew what was bothering Vegeta, but she wasn't allowed to tell. "Well Trunks, I don't know whats bothering him, but I'll see to it if I can find out, okay?" She hated to lie to him, but she didn't have much of a choice.
This seemed to reassure him a little and he got up to leave. "Okay, thanks Mom. I'll talk to you later then."
Bulma watched as he walked out the door and sighed. "I have to get Vegeta to tell him... soon."
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Pan had finished polishing her armor an hour ago. She flopped down on the couch and watched the sunset through the window. For the second time this week, she was watching the sunset. It brought back memories...
Memories of her mother and grandparents, people long since gone, but those that she would never forget. She remembered her childhood, a time before her grandparents left, when the house was full of noise and confusion. Yet, somehow, everyone was always happy. Pan fell asleep with a smile on her face, dreaming of those happy memories from long ago as the last rays of sunlight sank out of sight.
Goten looked out the tiny window in the spare room at the sliver of moon rising into the sky. He wondered how his brother's mission was going. "Gohan, I hope you come home soon. I know Pan doesn't show it, but she misses you." He sighed staring up at the sea of stars. "Wherever you are I hope you're safe, for her sake."
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**At the Palace**
Vegeta had just finished talking to "the woman" and decided to tell Trunks about the letter. Well... Bulma sort of decided for him. He scowled as he marched down the main hallway of the training wing. "Brat!! I know you're here somewhere!! Get out here NOW!!!" He was beginning to hate having such a large training wing.
Trunks heard his father yelling and stopped practicing to see what he wanted. He walked out of the medium sized gravity room he was training in and straight into Vegeta.
"There you are boy, its about time! What, are you deaf?"
He ignored his father's insults, by now he was used to them. "What do you want? Tell me because I'd like to get back to training."
Vegeta smirked at this. "Well boy, I guess there is a little bit of me in you after all. I'll make this quick so you can continue. I received a letter from Freiza 4 days ago. In it, he stated that he wanted you and Bra to fight in a tournament. If you win he'll leave and never bother us again, but if you lose, he's going to blow up the planet."
Trunks stared at his father in disbelief. "Blow up the planet?!? He wants Bra to fight? Everyone knows Bra has never had any training." Trunks sank to his knees and looked up at his father. "And what is one of us gets killed?"
Vegeta glanced down at his son. "Then the other won't have a home to come back to."
Lots of scene switching here, and I don't think its the most interesting chapter. >. The next one will be more interesting I hope. O.o I'm getting close to the tournament... Review Please!!!! *gets on her hands and knees, and begs* PLEASE!!!!
Characters are © Akira Toriyama (aka: Not Me)