The Last of the Saiyans
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Heck, I didn't even like it until this last year.
Videl Returns:
Meanwhile, back at the site if the tournament, The families and friends of the Z fighters still lingered in the late afternoon sun while the monks had started cleaning the stands around them. Bulma sat in shock, murmuring Vegita's name and Chichi took her worry and frustration out on her father while the others looked on and made small comments of concern. It had been a long day.
"Where are they?" Chichi shook the Ox-King. "Can't Goku spend one day without getting into trouble?" She released him to stare heaven-ward, "Oh my poor babies! Where are you?"
"Now Chichi," the giant consoled his daughter, his huge hand encircling her petite shoulder, "I'm sure they're going to be okay."
"Vegita," the slender, blue-haired woman whispered.
"I don't like it," Yamcha said for the umpteenth time, shaking his scarred visage.
*Neither do I, boy. Something bad is happening,* thought Master Roshi, too keyed up to even pretend to be asleep.
"Look! Someone's coming!" Puar pointed to the sky, her high voice getting everyone's attention. They all looked at the lone figure flying slowly in sight.
"It's Videl!" Chichi shouted, rushing down the stands to the girl landing in the ruined arena.
The young woman landed amid the cracked and broken stones of the formally flat arena and turned staring at the scallop-blasted stands. "What happened here?" she asked in shock, her voice rising in hysteria, "Is my father okay?"
"He's fine. He's Champion again." A monotone voice calmed her as Eighteen stepped out of the shadows near the ready room accompanied by her daughter.
"Videl!" a distraught cry caught her attention as a black-haired woman ran towards her. "Where are Gohan and the others? Did you see Goten and Trunks?"
"Chichi," greeted the young woman, then she waited while the rest of the odd group she had been introduced to that morning assembled around her. Bulma was in a daze, being led and supported by Oolong and Yamcha. "I left Gohan sometime ago, they were on their way to a fight and I was going too slow." In a few words, she told them what she knew about the Supreme Kai and the threat of Majin Buu. "The boys met me about half-way back and I showed them which way to go." At hearing this, Chichi threw herself crying into her father's arms. "What's the matter? They're strong, besides their fathers will protect them. They wouldn't really let such little kids in a serious fight now, would they?" She stopped at the worried glances and almost guilty silence surrounding her. "Would they?" she asked again, concerned now.
"Um, how much do you really know about the Cell games?" Yamcha began uneasily.
"I know Gohan and the others fought Cell. He told me today," the girl answered.
"He tried to keep it from you all morning. It wasn't your father who defeated Cell, it was Gohan." Eighteen said bluntly.
The teen looked about her, the sad but knowing faces confirming the blonde woman's words. "But…but he was just a kid!"
"A kid whose father nearly became Champion and defeated the Red Ribbon Army when he was only twelve." The old man responded proudly.
"A kid who started fighting for his life when he was four years old and won! I helped fight Cell, too." At Yamcha's words, Chichi started crying louder.
"Why that big liar! I'm just going to have a few words with my dad and get this all out in the open," Videl said angrily and turned to go.
"Stop, Videl!" Master Roshi said, "We let him get away with it to protect Gohan and his family. Your father's ways has its uses. He kept people from stampeding in fear today and even more people from getting hurt."
The girl, her social conscience stung, got control of herself, looked around again and returned to her first question, "What happened here?"
AN: It's Girl Scout cookie time,
It's Girl Scout cookie time,
I've sat in front of stores yelling,
"It's Girl Scout cookie time!"
Did you get yours? (Sorry it took so long to update, I've been busy. Next time: Kurillan's bad news.)
Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ. Heck, I didn't even like it until this last year.
Videl Returns:
Meanwhile, back at the site if the tournament, The families and friends of the Z fighters still lingered in the late afternoon sun while the monks had started cleaning the stands around them. Bulma sat in shock, murmuring Vegita's name and Chichi took her worry and frustration out on her father while the others looked on and made small comments of concern. It had been a long day.
"Where are they?" Chichi shook the Ox-King. "Can't Goku spend one day without getting into trouble?" She released him to stare heaven-ward, "Oh my poor babies! Where are you?"
"Now Chichi," the giant consoled his daughter, his huge hand encircling her petite shoulder, "I'm sure they're going to be okay."
"Vegita," the slender, blue-haired woman whispered.
"I don't like it," Yamcha said for the umpteenth time, shaking his scarred visage.
*Neither do I, boy. Something bad is happening,* thought Master Roshi, too keyed up to even pretend to be asleep.
"Look! Someone's coming!" Puar pointed to the sky, her high voice getting everyone's attention. They all looked at the lone figure flying slowly in sight.
"It's Videl!" Chichi shouted, rushing down the stands to the girl landing in the ruined arena.
The young woman landed amid the cracked and broken stones of the formally flat arena and turned staring at the scallop-blasted stands. "What happened here?" she asked in shock, her voice rising in hysteria, "Is my father okay?"
"He's fine. He's Champion again." A monotone voice calmed her as Eighteen stepped out of the shadows near the ready room accompanied by her daughter.
"Videl!" a distraught cry caught her attention as a black-haired woman ran towards her. "Where are Gohan and the others? Did you see Goten and Trunks?"
"Chichi," greeted the young woman, then she waited while the rest of the odd group she had been introduced to that morning assembled around her. Bulma was in a daze, being led and supported by Oolong and Yamcha. "I left Gohan sometime ago, they were on their way to a fight and I was going too slow." In a few words, she told them what she knew about the Supreme Kai and the threat of Majin Buu. "The boys met me about half-way back and I showed them which way to go." At hearing this, Chichi threw herself crying into her father's arms. "What's the matter? They're strong, besides their fathers will protect them. They wouldn't really let such little kids in a serious fight now, would they?" She stopped at the worried glances and almost guilty silence surrounding her. "Would they?" she asked again, concerned now.
"Um, how much do you really know about the Cell games?" Yamcha began uneasily.
"I know Gohan and the others fought Cell. He told me today," the girl answered.
"He tried to keep it from you all morning. It wasn't your father who defeated Cell, it was Gohan." Eighteen said bluntly.
The teen looked about her, the sad but knowing faces confirming the blonde woman's words. "But…but he was just a kid!"
"A kid whose father nearly became Champion and defeated the Red Ribbon Army when he was only twelve." The old man responded proudly.
"A kid who started fighting for his life when he was four years old and won! I helped fight Cell, too." At Yamcha's words, Chichi started crying louder.
"Why that big liar! I'm just going to have a few words with my dad and get this all out in the open," Videl said angrily and turned to go.
"Stop, Videl!" Master Roshi said, "We let him get away with it to protect Gohan and his family. Your father's ways has its uses. He kept people from stampeding in fear today and even more people from getting hurt."
The girl, her social conscience stung, got control of herself, looked around again and returned to her first question, "What happened here?"
AN: It's Girl Scout cookie time,
It's Girl Scout cookie time,
I've sat in front of stores yelling,
"It's Girl Scout cookie time!"
Did you get yours? (Sorry it took so long to update, I've been busy. Next time: Kurillan's bad news.)