Kira-hime:I OWN GOKU!!
Otaku:**evil death glare**
Kira-hime:**sticks tounge out** Okay, so I don't.
Otaku:Short disclaimer....FOR ONCE!
Kira-hime:What's yer point?
Otaku:I have no clue.
Kira-hime:So what else is new??
Otaku:**sticks tounge out**
Chapter Three
Past Secrets Come 'A Haunting
thegreathooble@yahoo.com
"Kira! Thank Kami!" ChiChi pulled the tired girl into the house. "Here, lay him on the couch." Kira laid her brother on the couch and collasped in a nearby chair. "Here, take this." A drink was pushed into her hands.
"ChiChi, arigatou for your concern, but I'm fine! Gohan's more tired than I am." ChiChi turned to her oldest son.
"And YOU! Taking off like that, worrying me half to death!" Gohan was a good head taller than his mother, but he cowered under her glare.
"Dad told me he told you where I was going!"
"He knew?" Both the Saiyans nodded. "GO-KU!" ChiChi ran upstairs.
"Now that she's out of our hair..." Gohan sat and gazed concernedly (Is that a word?) at his cousin. "Are you okay? I know he hit you." She snorted.
"I'm fine! You're just like her." She sat up and pushed the hair off Otaku's forehead. "Always worrying." But her own eyes were filled with worry as she gazed at the small boy.
"You are, too." She looked up and saw him smiling gently. She smiled back. "Listen,"he said. "I want you to be careful. Bulma's a formidable opponet. Strong and smart. She may not hurt you physically, but mentally....she's evil."
"Gohan, please. Not now. I just flew four hundred miles, ran from a mob of 'concerned citizens,' killed them, had my own father tell me he didn't want me, and flew another sixty miles, carrying him. All I want to do is sleep." He nodded.
"Upstairs. Second room to the left." She smiled and got up. As she went up the stairs, she turned back around.
"Gohan?"
"Hai?"
"Is there any way I can get him back for that?" Gohan smiled sadly.
"Maybe. I'll tell you in the morning. Night."
"Night," she sighed. She went up the stairs, and no one saw her slip the picture into her pocket.
**YAY! P.O.V CHANGE!!!**
I sat up the the bed, staring at the picture. ChiChi, Gohan, Goten, Goku. One perfect family. Why couldn't Otaku and I be like that with Vegeta? We're his children, dammit! I sighed. I never had what I would really call a family. Otaku was the first male I had ever met. My father, obviously, wasn't around, and I had no brothers that I knew about at the time. I sighed and thought about Aruma, my mother, and all the pain I had felt. Fingering the welt Vegeta's palm had left, I fell asleep.
**P.O.V. CHANGE!!! WHEEE!!!**
ChiChi came into the bedroom. "Breakfast is-" she stopped. Kira was asleep with her finger on the welt and the most recent family picture in her lap. She walked over, tears in her eyes. "Kira, honey?" Kira awoke with a start, lavender eyes sensitive to the light. "Breakfast is ready, dear." She never said a word about the picture, just walked out, crying silently.
"Morning, minna-san." Kira slumped into a chair.
"How'd you sleep?" Goku asked.
"With my eyes closed." Goten giggled. "Hey, kid. Where's Otaku?"
"He and Gohan already ate. Gohan took him out to the field." ChiChi said, walking into the dining room with a huge pan of rice. (Hee hee.....ChiChi's frying pan is EVIL!)
"After breakfast, I'll take you out there." Goku said, grinning.
"Can I come too, Dad? Please?" Kira grinned.
"Yeah, Goku. Can't do no harm." He laughed.
"Sure." Goten began shoveling rice into his mouth at lightspeed. ChiChi banged him in the back of the head.
"Not so fast. You'll choke." Goten began making death noises and fell out in the floor, seemingly passed out. Kira and Goku smothered giggles as ChiChi gave them a "Don't encourage him" glare.
In the field, Gohan and Otaku were flying around, laughing. "Kira!" yelled the little Saiyan as his sister flew up. "Guess what! Gohan knows all sortsa cool stuff!"
"Yeah, you could never fly that fast before!" Kira grinned. "Gohan, what were you going to tell me?" Gohan shot a guilty look at his dad and told her.
"In about two months, the World Martial Arts tournament is going to begin. Vegeta always enters. You might get a chance to fight him." Goku stared increduously at the girl.
"What? You wanna fight Vegeta?" She nodded.
"Hai. He...nevermind." She resisted the urge to touch the welt. "I just want to see if he deserves the title Prince of Saiyans." Goku raised his eyebrows at his son, but didn't pry. Kira turned around. "Listen, Goku, I want to thank you for letting us stay with you last night. We had nowhere else to go and..." Goku raised a hand and cut her off.
"It's nothing. Really." She started to protest, but was cut off again. "Really." She grinned, hesitated, than ran forward and hugged him. He hugged her back, smiling. She let him go and turned around.
"Gohan, would you and your dad train me? I want to enter the tournament and be at my strongest." Gohan smiled.
"Sure! We're entering too, right, Dad?" He nodded.
"Yeah! Wanna start now?"
"Why not?"
Kira-hime:So.....this chapter was kinda pointless...... Otaku:This entire story is pointless. Goten:I was in it ONCE! I'm your muse! Kira-hime:ChiChi always has chores to be done.... Goten:**sweatdrop** Stupid bum... Kira-hime:REVIEW!
Chapter Three
Past Secrets Come 'A Haunting
thegreathooble@yahoo.com
"Kira! Thank Kami!" ChiChi pulled the tired girl into the house. "Here, lay him on the couch." Kira laid her brother on the couch and collasped in a nearby chair. "Here, take this." A drink was pushed into her hands.
"ChiChi, arigatou for your concern, but I'm fine! Gohan's more tired than I am." ChiChi turned to her oldest son.
"And YOU! Taking off like that, worrying me half to death!" Gohan was a good head taller than his mother, but he cowered under her glare.
"Dad told me he told you where I was going!"
"He knew?" Both the Saiyans nodded. "GO-KU!" ChiChi ran upstairs.
"Now that she's out of our hair..." Gohan sat and gazed concernedly (Is that a word?) at his cousin. "Are you okay? I know he hit you." She snorted.
"I'm fine! You're just like her." She sat up and pushed the hair off Otaku's forehead. "Always worrying." But her own eyes were filled with worry as she gazed at the small boy.
"You are, too." She looked up and saw him smiling gently. She smiled back. "Listen,"he said. "I want you to be careful. Bulma's a formidable opponet. Strong and smart. She may not hurt you physically, but mentally....she's evil."
"Gohan, please. Not now. I just flew four hundred miles, ran from a mob of 'concerned citizens,' killed them, had my own father tell me he didn't want me, and flew another sixty miles, carrying him. All I want to do is sleep." He nodded.
"Upstairs. Second room to the left." She smiled and got up. As she went up the stairs, she turned back around.
"Gohan?"
"Hai?"
"Is there any way I can get him back for that?" Gohan smiled sadly.
"Maybe. I'll tell you in the morning. Night."
"Night," she sighed. She went up the stairs, and no one saw her slip the picture into her pocket.
**YAY! P.O.V CHANGE!!!**
I sat up the the bed, staring at the picture. ChiChi, Gohan, Goten, Goku. One perfect family. Why couldn't Otaku and I be like that with Vegeta? We're his children, dammit! I sighed. I never had what I would really call a family. Otaku was the first male I had ever met. My father, obviously, wasn't around, and I had no brothers that I knew about at the time. I sighed and thought about Aruma, my mother, and all the pain I had felt. Fingering the welt Vegeta's palm had left, I fell asleep.
**P.O.V. CHANGE!!! WHEEE!!!**
ChiChi came into the bedroom. "Breakfast is-" she stopped. Kira was asleep with her finger on the welt and the most recent family picture in her lap. She walked over, tears in her eyes. "Kira, honey?" Kira awoke with a start, lavender eyes sensitive to the light. "Breakfast is ready, dear." She never said a word about the picture, just walked out, crying silently.
"Morning, minna-san." Kira slumped into a chair.
"How'd you sleep?" Goku asked.
"With my eyes closed." Goten giggled. "Hey, kid. Where's Otaku?"
"He and Gohan already ate. Gohan took him out to the field." ChiChi said, walking into the dining room with a huge pan of rice. (Hee hee.....ChiChi's frying pan is EVIL!)
"After breakfast, I'll take you out there." Goku said, grinning.
"Can I come too, Dad? Please?" Kira grinned.
"Yeah, Goku. Can't do no harm." He laughed.
"Sure." Goten began shoveling rice into his mouth at lightspeed. ChiChi banged him in the back of the head.
"Not so fast. You'll choke." Goten began making death noises and fell out in the floor, seemingly passed out. Kira and Goku smothered giggles as ChiChi gave them a "Don't encourage him" glare.
In the field, Gohan and Otaku were flying around, laughing. "Kira!" yelled the little Saiyan as his sister flew up. "Guess what! Gohan knows all sortsa cool stuff!"
"Yeah, you could never fly that fast before!" Kira grinned. "Gohan, what were you going to tell me?" Gohan shot a guilty look at his dad and told her.
"In about two months, the World Martial Arts tournament is going to begin. Vegeta always enters. You might get a chance to fight him." Goku stared increduously at the girl.
"What? You wanna fight Vegeta?" She nodded.
"Hai. He...nevermind." She resisted the urge to touch the welt. "I just want to see if he deserves the title Prince of Saiyans." Goku raised his eyebrows at his son, but didn't pry. Kira turned around. "Listen, Goku, I want to thank you for letting us stay with you last night. We had nowhere else to go and..." Goku raised a hand and cut her off.
"It's nothing. Really." She started to protest, but was cut off again. "Really." She grinned, hesitated, than ran forward and hugged him. He hugged her back, smiling. She let him go and turned around.
"Gohan, would you and your dad train me? I want to enter the tournament and be at my strongest." Gohan smiled.
"Sure! We're entering too, right, Dad?" He nodded.
"Yeah! Wanna start now?"
"Why not?"
Kira-hime:So.....this chapter was kinda pointless...... Otaku:This entire story is pointless. Goten:I was in it ONCE! I'm your muse! Kira-hime:ChiChi always has chores to be done.... Goten:**sweatdrop** Stupid bum... Kira-hime:REVIEW!