Alternate Universe, Marron's Journey
Disclaimer:: I do not own anything associated with Dragonball/z/gt or "Dude Where's My Car?"
"But mom!" Marron whined. "I don't want to go to school! I have to train!"
"Marron you're six years old now. You've been training for two years without worrying about anything else but now it's time for you to start school. Now I've already signed you up Marron. I told you a month ago that this was going to happen. Let's go home and change you into some more appropriate clothes."
Marron turned around and looked up at Gohan. "Don't let her take me! I'll train extra hard!"
Gohan sighed. "Stop whining brat. Go home and change."
Marron crossed her arms, "No! You guys can't make-" but before she could finish, Gohan had grabbed her by the back of her orange training garment. "Hey! Put me down!"
"It's only about a mile away from here." 18 told him. "Mrs. Wall's class."
Gohan nodded and took off into the air, still holding onto Marron.
"No! No! Let go of me!" Marron shrieked and punched and kicked at the air.
Gohan ignored her and searched the area below. He saw a building with playground equipment nearby and dozens of children walking inside. He landed in front of the building and walked in, still holding Marron. Gohan opened the door to the office and looked inside. "Mrs. Wall's class?"
"Down the hall, last room on the left." The secretary told him while pointing in the direction of which she was speaking.
Gohan shut the door and carried Marron down the hall. "I'd calm down if I were you."
"No! I don't want to go!"
Gohan walked in and was greeted by a tall, blonde woman. "Hello." She smiled and glanced at Marron, uncertainly. "Are you this girl's father?"
"Not really." Gohan set Marron down and walked out.
Marron stopped yelling and looked around at all the staring faces. Blood rushed to her face and she looked down at the floor.
Mrs. Wall kneeled down in front of Marron and smiled, "What's your name dear?"
"Marron." The little girl told her quietly.
"Marron. Why don't you go color with Timmy over there?" She led Marron over to a table where a little boy was sitting, drawing a bear. "Timmy, this is Marron."
"Hewo." The little boy looked at Marron shyly.
"Go ahead and sit down honey." Mrs. Wall told her.
Marron did so.
"Have fun." The teacher patted her on the head and walked away.
Marron looked at the various crayons and pieces of paper scattered across the table. She picked up a blue crayon curiously. After a few minutes of observing it, she licked the tip of the crayon. She scrunched her face and threw it down on the table, "Eww!"
"You don't lick it." Timmy told her.
"Then what do you use it for?"
"To colow. Like this." He held up his picture proudly. "Haven't you evew colowed befowe?"
". . .No."
"Oh. . .Why awe you dwessed so weid?"
Marron looked down at her clothes and grasped a handful of orange material. "This isn't weird. You're the one that's dressed weird."
"Nuh uh."
"Uh huh."
"Nuh uh."
"Uh huh!!!" Marron stood up and slammed her hands down on the table. "This is what true warriors wear!"
"You weid."
"I am not!!!"
"Awe too!"
"Am not!!!"
"Awe too!"
"That's it!" Marron clenched her fists, preparing for battle. "Let's settle this right here, right now."
Timmy gave her a confused look. "Huh?"
"Come on." Marron tapped the side of his arm with her hand.
"Ow!" The little boy fell to the floor, cuddling his arm.
"What's going on!" Mrs. Wall came running over to them. She kneeled beside Timmy then looked over at Marron. "What happened?"
"He made me mad. I told him to fight me and then I just barely touched him and he fell over like the wimp he is."
"Marron! Go sit in time out!"
Marron blinked a few times with wide eyes. "Huh?"
The teacher pointed to a corner, "Go stand over there with your nose in the corner until I'm ready to deal with you."
Marron just looked at her, twice as confused as she had been only seconds ago. "Why?"
"Just do it!"
"Ok, but what's the purpose?"
"Punishment." Mrs. Wall told her, beginning to become extremely irritated.
"Punishment? That's not punishment. This is punishment." Marron pulled up her long blue sleeve and showed her a huge gash that she had received from Gohan only a day ago. After a few minutes of silence from every one in the room, Marron just shrugged and walked over to the corner.
*****
The bell rang and hundred of children flooded out of the school building. Marron walked out sadly, clutching a note in her hand. "Now what do I do?"
*Beep Beep* "Hey brat!"
Marron looked around then saw something unusual. "Gohan-san?" There was Gohan. In the parking lot, sitting in a black convertible. He was wearing sunglasses and black clothing.
"Hop in."
Marron walked up to the car and looked at Gohan oddly. "Since when have YOU had a car?"
"Since today."
"How did you get it?"
"Um. . ." Gohan looked forward and put his hands on the wheel, "That's not important. Just get in."
"Do you know how to use it?"
"Just get in and stop asking so many damn questions."
Marron nodded and got in.
"Hungry?"
"Yes."
"Okay." Gohan started the engine and tore away.
"So what have you been doing all day?"
"Just chillin like a villain, waiting for you to get out of school."
Marron giggled. "Why are you acting so weird?"
"Just excited I guess. I act weird when I'm happy."
"What are you excited about?"
"Well I'm getting my son back in a couple days."
Marron's eyes widened. "You have a son?"
"Yeah. You've never met him because he went to live with his mother a few months before you were born. He's decided he wants to live with me again."
"Hmm. . ." Marron turned her head and looked at the scenery as they drove by. ~Wow. He actually has a kid. I guess this is going to mean even more changes~ Marron suddenly felt sick but she didn't quite know why.
*Beep Beep* "Learn how to drive asshole!!!" A man shouted out of his window as he drove by.
"What's with these people?" Gohan asked as he drove past a red light and then swerved from one lane to another.
Marron just shrugged.
Soon they came to a fast food, Chinese restaurant.
~~~The following may seem familiar but it really happened and I thought it was funny so I put it in. . .wow, this is the first author note I've ever put in the middle of a fic. . .ok I'm done~~~
Gohan pulled up to the drive-thru and began to place his order. "I'd like five orders of sesame chicken."
"And then?" Asked the voice from the little black speaker.
"Um. . .ten orders of the sweet and sour pork and twenty egg rolls." Gohan looked over at Marron, "You think that's enough to tide us over until dinner?"
Marron nodded.
"Ok." Gohan looked back at the speaker. "Alright, how much?"
"And then?"
Gohan sighed, "No, that's all we want."
"Aaand theeen?"
"No! There's no and then! That's all we want!"
"Aaaaaaaannnnnndddd then?"
"No and then!!!"
Marron was in a fit of laughter at this point.
"AAAANNNDDD TTTTHHHEEENNN!!!???!!!"
"NO AND THEN!" Gohan punched the speaker.
"Arrnn heeenn" The speaker set off a couple of sparks and then exploded.
"Damn morons."
Marron put her hand over her mouth, trying to stop herself from laughing anymore.
Gohan drove up to the window and pulled out a wallet full of money.
"Gohan-san? Where did you get all that money?"
"Um. . .Forceful negotiations. . ."
"Oh. . ." Marron blinked and gave him a confused look, ". . .huh?"
*****
"Alright kid, see you later." Gohan ruffled her hair and smiled.
"Bye! Thanks for the food." Marron waved and hopped out of the car.
"Yeah, no problem. See you tomorrow."
She watched as he drove off and then took the note out of her pocket. She looked at it and sighed. "Oh well." She ripped it up and tossed it aside before walking into her house.
~To be continued~
Disclaimer:: I do not own anything associated with Dragonball/z/gt or "Dude Where's My Car?"
"But mom!" Marron whined. "I don't want to go to school! I have to train!"
"Marron you're six years old now. You've been training for two years without worrying about anything else but now it's time for you to start school. Now I've already signed you up Marron. I told you a month ago that this was going to happen. Let's go home and change you into some more appropriate clothes."
Marron turned around and looked up at Gohan. "Don't let her take me! I'll train extra hard!"
Gohan sighed. "Stop whining brat. Go home and change."
Marron crossed her arms, "No! You guys can't make-" but before she could finish, Gohan had grabbed her by the back of her orange training garment. "Hey! Put me down!"
"It's only about a mile away from here." 18 told him. "Mrs. Wall's class."
Gohan nodded and took off into the air, still holding onto Marron.
"No! No! Let go of me!" Marron shrieked and punched and kicked at the air.
Gohan ignored her and searched the area below. He saw a building with playground equipment nearby and dozens of children walking inside. He landed in front of the building and walked in, still holding Marron. Gohan opened the door to the office and looked inside. "Mrs. Wall's class?"
"Down the hall, last room on the left." The secretary told him while pointing in the direction of which she was speaking.
Gohan shut the door and carried Marron down the hall. "I'd calm down if I were you."
"No! I don't want to go!"
Gohan walked in and was greeted by a tall, blonde woman. "Hello." She smiled and glanced at Marron, uncertainly. "Are you this girl's father?"
"Not really." Gohan set Marron down and walked out.
Marron stopped yelling and looked around at all the staring faces. Blood rushed to her face and she looked down at the floor.
Mrs. Wall kneeled down in front of Marron and smiled, "What's your name dear?"
"Marron." The little girl told her quietly.
"Marron. Why don't you go color with Timmy over there?" She led Marron over to a table where a little boy was sitting, drawing a bear. "Timmy, this is Marron."
"Hewo." The little boy looked at Marron shyly.
"Go ahead and sit down honey." Mrs. Wall told her.
Marron did so.
"Have fun." The teacher patted her on the head and walked away.
Marron looked at the various crayons and pieces of paper scattered across the table. She picked up a blue crayon curiously. After a few minutes of observing it, she licked the tip of the crayon. She scrunched her face and threw it down on the table, "Eww!"
"You don't lick it." Timmy told her.
"Then what do you use it for?"
"To colow. Like this." He held up his picture proudly. "Haven't you evew colowed befowe?"
". . .No."
"Oh. . .Why awe you dwessed so weid?"
Marron looked down at her clothes and grasped a handful of orange material. "This isn't weird. You're the one that's dressed weird."
"Nuh uh."
"Uh huh."
"Nuh uh."
"Uh huh!!!" Marron stood up and slammed her hands down on the table. "This is what true warriors wear!"
"You weid."
"I am not!!!"
"Awe too!"
"Am not!!!"
"Awe too!"
"That's it!" Marron clenched her fists, preparing for battle. "Let's settle this right here, right now."
Timmy gave her a confused look. "Huh?"
"Come on." Marron tapped the side of his arm with her hand.
"Ow!" The little boy fell to the floor, cuddling his arm.
"What's going on!" Mrs. Wall came running over to them. She kneeled beside Timmy then looked over at Marron. "What happened?"
"He made me mad. I told him to fight me and then I just barely touched him and he fell over like the wimp he is."
"Marron! Go sit in time out!"
Marron blinked a few times with wide eyes. "Huh?"
The teacher pointed to a corner, "Go stand over there with your nose in the corner until I'm ready to deal with you."
Marron just looked at her, twice as confused as she had been only seconds ago. "Why?"
"Just do it!"
"Ok, but what's the purpose?"
"Punishment." Mrs. Wall told her, beginning to become extremely irritated.
"Punishment? That's not punishment. This is punishment." Marron pulled up her long blue sleeve and showed her a huge gash that she had received from Gohan only a day ago. After a few minutes of silence from every one in the room, Marron just shrugged and walked over to the corner.
*****
The bell rang and hundred of children flooded out of the school building. Marron walked out sadly, clutching a note in her hand. "Now what do I do?"
*Beep Beep* "Hey brat!"
Marron looked around then saw something unusual. "Gohan-san?" There was Gohan. In the parking lot, sitting in a black convertible. He was wearing sunglasses and black clothing.
"Hop in."
Marron walked up to the car and looked at Gohan oddly. "Since when have YOU had a car?"
"Since today."
"How did you get it?"
"Um. . ." Gohan looked forward and put his hands on the wheel, "That's not important. Just get in."
"Do you know how to use it?"
"Just get in and stop asking so many damn questions."
Marron nodded and got in.
"Hungry?"
"Yes."
"Okay." Gohan started the engine and tore away.
"So what have you been doing all day?"
"Just chillin like a villain, waiting for you to get out of school."
Marron giggled. "Why are you acting so weird?"
"Just excited I guess. I act weird when I'm happy."
"What are you excited about?"
"Well I'm getting my son back in a couple days."
Marron's eyes widened. "You have a son?"
"Yeah. You've never met him because he went to live with his mother a few months before you were born. He's decided he wants to live with me again."
"Hmm. . ." Marron turned her head and looked at the scenery as they drove by. ~Wow. He actually has a kid. I guess this is going to mean even more changes~ Marron suddenly felt sick but she didn't quite know why.
*Beep Beep* "Learn how to drive asshole!!!" A man shouted out of his window as he drove by.
"What's with these people?" Gohan asked as he drove past a red light and then swerved from one lane to another.
Marron just shrugged.
Soon they came to a fast food, Chinese restaurant.
~~~The following may seem familiar but it really happened and I thought it was funny so I put it in. . .wow, this is the first author note I've ever put in the middle of a fic. . .ok I'm done~~~
Gohan pulled up to the drive-thru and began to place his order. "I'd like five orders of sesame chicken."
"And then?" Asked the voice from the little black speaker.
"Um. . .ten orders of the sweet and sour pork and twenty egg rolls." Gohan looked over at Marron, "You think that's enough to tide us over until dinner?"
Marron nodded.
"Ok." Gohan looked back at the speaker. "Alright, how much?"
"And then?"
Gohan sighed, "No, that's all we want."
"Aaand theeen?"
"No! There's no and then! That's all we want!"
"Aaaaaaaannnnnndddd then?"
"No and then!!!"
Marron was in a fit of laughter at this point.
"AAAANNNDDD TTTTHHHEEENNN!!!???!!!"
"NO AND THEN!" Gohan punched the speaker.
"Arrnn heeenn" The speaker set off a couple of sparks and then exploded.
"Damn morons."
Marron put her hand over her mouth, trying to stop herself from laughing anymore.
Gohan drove up to the window and pulled out a wallet full of money.
"Gohan-san? Where did you get all that money?"
"Um. . .Forceful negotiations. . ."
"Oh. . ." Marron blinked and gave him a confused look, ". . .huh?"
*****
"Alright kid, see you later." Gohan ruffled her hair and smiled.
"Bye! Thanks for the food." Marron waved and hopped out of the car.
"Yeah, no problem. See you tomorrow."
She watched as he drove off and then took the note out of her pocket. She looked at it and sighed. "Oh well." She ripped it up and tossed it aside before walking into her house.
~To be continued~