Disclaimer: I don't own DBZ, I just like to play with the characters.
Revealing Confessions:
The seven rode wrapped in their own thoughts, occasionally speaking to each other in low tones. After informing Hercule of the prestigious identities of the other passengers, Kurillan moved to the co-pilot's seat next to Yamcha, leaving his wife to look after their 'investment'.
"Kurillan," the ex-fighter began uncertainly, "if Goku's hurt and the others are..." he gulped, not being able to say the word out loud, "how come you and Piccolo are...?"
"Still alive?" the short man finished, "Not even hurt?" He rubbed the back of his head wearily, "Because we were the weakest. Kabitto, Piccolo and I were the first ones taken out." Without elaborating, Kurillan told what he knew of the battle to Yamcha's astonishment.
Hercule sat in the back, scowling, un-amused and neglected. The dwarf had gloated, told him the names of the other people on the jetcopter, then had abandoned him to sit in the front with the scarred man. That was Yamcha, the famous baseball player. The blue-haired woman was Bulma Briefs, the richest woman in the world. The other woman was the boy's mother and she turned out to be the Princess of Ox. That left his daughter and that frigid bitch Eighteen who kept staring at him.
*Dang, if I'd known the boy had had that kind of connections, I wouldn't have objected so much to Videl going out with him. A son could have followed in my footsteps, but Videl being a girl, needs to be taken care of. My daughter deserves the best and by Kami, I'm going to make sure she gets it.* He squirmed, trying to get comfortable, but it wasn't possible without the distractions of his TV or a glass of wine.
*Where are we going, anyway? I heard the shrimp give the baseball guy directions, "Go that way and land near Trunks and Piccolo." What kind of directions were those? Trunks, that was the name of the kid who won the junior championship. If he was the Briefs kid, he must have some fancy- shmancy tracking device on him to prevent him from getting lost or kidnapped. Yeah, that must be it. I should get one for Videl.*
Videl had curled up in a seat next to a window, hugging her knees, trying to squelch the gnawing ache within her. *Why does it hurt so much?* she wondered, *He was just a friend. A friend who taught me to fly... who accepted me... who fought by my side... who protected me... who healed me... who lo...* Her thoughts stopped there. In her mind's eye, images of Gohan flashed by: of him at school, fighting as Saiyaman, of him standing next to his father and his friends looking so confident, and lastly an image from the video of him standing sculpted in a skin-tight black suit. She recalled what Bulma had said, "how beautiful strength is… a Saiyan powered up." And still she ached for a reason unknown to her.
Bulma, too, was fighting a terrible hollowness. She sat next to ChiChi, her arms crossed in front of her as a cold feeling overtook the
pit of her stomach. Gulping to hold back the rising sourness, she blindly reached for a barf bag. ChiChi dropped the handkerchief she had wrung into a tattered rag and helped the other woman as she retched. Grabbing a water bottle, she comforted her friend, "Here, rinse your mouth, but don't drink. You'll be all right."
"Oh, ChiChi, how could you stand it?" she cried, "It's not just that he's gone, it's... I was going to tell him after... I didn't want to be a distraction..." Incoherent, Bulma broke down crying. The black haired woman, the omni-present mother to care for others, held and rocked her making soothing noises until she calmed.
"What is it?" ChiChi asked gently, "What didn't you tell him?"
Bulma took a deep breath and lifted her blue eyes to the other, knowing she would understand, "I'm pregnant."
AN: One more sad chapter, and another short one, but it seemed a good stopping place. It took me awhile to get back in the mood. Next time: reunion, good news/bad news. I want to thank my faithful reviewers, greywolf2004 and Rainymalamute especially. Your encouraging words mean so much to me.
Revealing Confessions:
The seven rode wrapped in their own thoughts, occasionally speaking to each other in low tones. After informing Hercule of the prestigious identities of the other passengers, Kurillan moved to the co-pilot's seat next to Yamcha, leaving his wife to look after their 'investment'.
"Kurillan," the ex-fighter began uncertainly, "if Goku's hurt and the others are..." he gulped, not being able to say the word out loud, "how come you and Piccolo are...?"
"Still alive?" the short man finished, "Not even hurt?" He rubbed the back of his head wearily, "Because we were the weakest. Kabitto, Piccolo and I were the first ones taken out." Without elaborating, Kurillan told what he knew of the battle to Yamcha's astonishment.
Hercule sat in the back, scowling, un-amused and neglected. The dwarf had gloated, told him the names of the other people on the jetcopter, then had abandoned him to sit in the front with the scarred man. That was Yamcha, the famous baseball player. The blue-haired woman was Bulma Briefs, the richest woman in the world. The other woman was the boy's mother and she turned out to be the Princess of Ox. That left his daughter and that frigid bitch Eighteen who kept staring at him.
*Dang, if I'd known the boy had had that kind of connections, I wouldn't have objected so much to Videl going out with him. A son could have followed in my footsteps, but Videl being a girl, needs to be taken care of. My daughter deserves the best and by Kami, I'm going to make sure she gets it.* He squirmed, trying to get comfortable, but it wasn't possible without the distractions of his TV or a glass of wine.
*Where are we going, anyway? I heard the shrimp give the baseball guy directions, "Go that way and land near Trunks and Piccolo." What kind of directions were those? Trunks, that was the name of the kid who won the junior championship. If he was the Briefs kid, he must have some fancy- shmancy tracking device on him to prevent him from getting lost or kidnapped. Yeah, that must be it. I should get one for Videl.*
Videl had curled up in a seat next to a window, hugging her knees, trying to squelch the gnawing ache within her. *Why does it hurt so much?* she wondered, *He was just a friend. A friend who taught me to fly... who accepted me... who fought by my side... who protected me... who healed me... who lo...* Her thoughts stopped there. In her mind's eye, images of Gohan flashed by: of him at school, fighting as Saiyaman, of him standing next to his father and his friends looking so confident, and lastly an image from the video of him standing sculpted in a skin-tight black suit. She recalled what Bulma had said, "how beautiful strength is… a Saiyan powered up." And still she ached for a reason unknown to her.
Bulma, too, was fighting a terrible hollowness. She sat next to ChiChi, her arms crossed in front of her as a cold feeling overtook the
pit of her stomach. Gulping to hold back the rising sourness, she blindly reached for a barf bag. ChiChi dropped the handkerchief she had wrung into a tattered rag and helped the other woman as she retched. Grabbing a water bottle, she comforted her friend, "Here, rinse your mouth, but don't drink. You'll be all right."
"Oh, ChiChi, how could you stand it?" she cried, "It's not just that he's gone, it's... I was going to tell him after... I didn't want to be a distraction..." Incoherent, Bulma broke down crying. The black haired woman, the omni-present mother to care for others, held and rocked her making soothing noises until she calmed.
"What is it?" ChiChi asked gently, "What didn't you tell him?"
Bulma took a deep breath and lifted her blue eyes to the other, knowing she would understand, "I'm pregnant."
AN: One more sad chapter, and another short one, but it seemed a good stopping place. It took me awhile to get back in the mood. Next time: reunion, good news/bad news. I want to thank my faithful reviewers, greywolf2004 and Rainymalamute especially. Your encouraging words mean so much to me.