When I woke up, it was around midnight. I heard low voices and saw a dim
light in the kitchen, so I got up and opened the door. Chi-chi and Goku
were sitting, drinking coffee and talking.
"Oh hey Thong, we were just talking about you." Goku said. I thought they would be talking about me.
"Are you hungry dear?" Chi-chi asked.
"No that's okay, I think I'll just go home now, my mom should be there. I'll be fine."
"Okay, but if anything like this happens again, just come see me okay?"
"Okay Goku, thank you." I hugged both of them goodbye, and then walked out the door.
It was a little cold, but the cool wind felt good against my skin as I flew back home. The door was locked, so I opened it with the key I always had on me. It was dark and quiet inside, so I thought my parents had gone to bed. Not wanting to wake my mom up to talk to her, I decided to go to my room and write in my journal, or maybe another poem. Or maybe sleep would be better, dreams are so much better than reality, sometimes even nightmares are too.
When I opened the door, I saw a shadowy figure quickly stand up. Instinctively I backed up, prepared for an attack, when I realized with a sigh of relief that it was just my mom, Bulma.
"Are you okay honey?" she asked as she came over to me. "Your father and Bra told me all that had happened, Ty said he didn't really know what was going on. You know how he hides when your father gets angry. Of course their story was a little one-sided, so I decided to wait until you came home. And don't worry, Chi-chi called me on my cell to tell me where you were. Did he hurt you badly?" she fussed over me like a hen, trying to look for cuts or bruises. The red mark on my cheek was completely gone.
"I'm fine mom really, I just never thought he would do something like that. It was more shock than pain. But really, I'm okay."
I went and sat down on my bed. My clothes were still all over the floor, and a couple pictures fell down when I threw Bra against the wall. Oops. My mom sat down beside me and I told her my side of the story.
When I was finished, she said, "Well I'll talk to your father, and then we'll just forget about this whole incident. Just try to remember that he went through a lot of stuff when he was younger, much worse than what you've gone through."
"Well he doesn't have to take it our on me." I sulked.
"That's true, and it wasn't fair at all."
"I still hate him." I said and started to pick my things off the floor.
She started to help me and then said something very surprising. "When you say that, it's almost as if you're looking in a mirror. You're more like him than you want to think, and not just on the outside." She said that because I was the only child with my father's spiky black hair, a very common trait among sayans. Both my brothers had purple hair, and Bra had blue hair like mom. I only got one thing from my mom, her pretty blue eyes. People at school used to compare me to my sister, and of course I was the ugly duckling. My mom said that I could be equally beautiful, if not more, if I just tried. But that takes effort, a lot of effort. So looking like my dad isn't really a good thing if you are a girl.
"You both act and think exactly the same. You both want to be the strongest, and you can't stand it when you lose. Both of you are so very determined to be the best, and you're just obstacles to one another. That's why you hate each other so much."
"How can I be an obstacle to dad, I mean he's a lot stronger than me. I'm not even a super sayan."
"Have you ever thought why he doesn't train you?" my mom asked, and I shook my head. "He realizes your potential, and he's worried."
"That I'll be stronger than him?" I was so confused. Could she be saying the truth?
"Well that too. But he's really worried that you'll let your powers control you, or you'll become overconfident and become seriously hurt. It happened to him, so he doesn't want you to make the same mistakes. Just think about what I said okay?" With that she hugged me and left.
I stretched out on my bed and thought about our conversation. Could I really be stronger than dad someday? Can I really defeat him? No, she's probably just trying to make me feel better, but I wonder…
"Oh hey Thong, we were just talking about you." Goku said. I thought they would be talking about me.
"Are you hungry dear?" Chi-chi asked.
"No that's okay, I think I'll just go home now, my mom should be there. I'll be fine."
"Okay, but if anything like this happens again, just come see me okay?"
"Okay Goku, thank you." I hugged both of them goodbye, and then walked out the door.
It was a little cold, but the cool wind felt good against my skin as I flew back home. The door was locked, so I opened it with the key I always had on me. It was dark and quiet inside, so I thought my parents had gone to bed. Not wanting to wake my mom up to talk to her, I decided to go to my room and write in my journal, or maybe another poem. Or maybe sleep would be better, dreams are so much better than reality, sometimes even nightmares are too.
When I opened the door, I saw a shadowy figure quickly stand up. Instinctively I backed up, prepared for an attack, when I realized with a sigh of relief that it was just my mom, Bulma.
"Are you okay honey?" she asked as she came over to me. "Your father and Bra told me all that had happened, Ty said he didn't really know what was going on. You know how he hides when your father gets angry. Of course their story was a little one-sided, so I decided to wait until you came home. And don't worry, Chi-chi called me on my cell to tell me where you were. Did he hurt you badly?" she fussed over me like a hen, trying to look for cuts or bruises. The red mark on my cheek was completely gone.
"I'm fine mom really, I just never thought he would do something like that. It was more shock than pain. But really, I'm okay."
I went and sat down on my bed. My clothes were still all over the floor, and a couple pictures fell down when I threw Bra against the wall. Oops. My mom sat down beside me and I told her my side of the story.
When I was finished, she said, "Well I'll talk to your father, and then we'll just forget about this whole incident. Just try to remember that he went through a lot of stuff when he was younger, much worse than what you've gone through."
"Well he doesn't have to take it our on me." I sulked.
"That's true, and it wasn't fair at all."
"I still hate him." I said and started to pick my things off the floor.
She started to help me and then said something very surprising. "When you say that, it's almost as if you're looking in a mirror. You're more like him than you want to think, and not just on the outside." She said that because I was the only child with my father's spiky black hair, a very common trait among sayans. Both my brothers had purple hair, and Bra had blue hair like mom. I only got one thing from my mom, her pretty blue eyes. People at school used to compare me to my sister, and of course I was the ugly duckling. My mom said that I could be equally beautiful, if not more, if I just tried. But that takes effort, a lot of effort. So looking like my dad isn't really a good thing if you are a girl.
"You both act and think exactly the same. You both want to be the strongest, and you can't stand it when you lose. Both of you are so very determined to be the best, and you're just obstacles to one another. That's why you hate each other so much."
"How can I be an obstacle to dad, I mean he's a lot stronger than me. I'm not even a super sayan."
"Have you ever thought why he doesn't train you?" my mom asked, and I shook my head. "He realizes your potential, and he's worried."
"That I'll be stronger than him?" I was so confused. Could she be saying the truth?
"Well that too. But he's really worried that you'll let your powers control you, or you'll become overconfident and become seriously hurt. It happened to him, so he doesn't want you to make the same mistakes. Just think about what I said okay?" With that she hugged me and left.
I stretched out on my bed and thought about our conversation. Could I really be stronger than dad someday? Can I really defeat him? No, she's probably just trying to make me feel better, but I wonder…