Lucky Me
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Z or GT. If I did, I'd be rich and wouldn't have to post this thing here. But this story is mine, and only mine. So leave me alone and read. Hehe(^_^)
~. . .~ = Thoughts
(. . .) = Me interrupting. (I'm so rude)
**-. . . -** = Memory
Wow has it actually been a month since I last updates? Oh my God, Imma have a heart attack Yay! I finally updated! Is it just me, or am I having to say finally too much now? Oh well, on with the fic!
This is technically Chapter 12, but according to Fanfiction.net Chappie 13
Chapter 13 - An Angry Mother
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Just seconds after quietly slipping in through the heavy Palace doors, a high pitched scream rang from down the long corridor. "Don't look now Pan," Bra whispered quietly "Huh?" Pan was surprised with just how low her voice was, and just how fast her heart was beating. "My mom" Bra said, praying they would escape her wrath.
With no less than saiyan speed, Bulma quickly closed the gap between herself, her two children and their friend. Angry, lake blue eyes glared down at them. "Where" Bulma let out in a dangerously calm voice, "Where you?" The end of her sentence was high with restraint. She looked at Bra. She opened her mouth but said nothing. She looked to Trunks, her face was flushed with renewed anger. "Your hair..." Her eyes went wide "What did you do?!" Here she could not contain the fury within her voice. She grabbed at his face and turned it from side to side. "What?!" She said, yelling full force "Did you do?!"
She grabbed him by the hair, and before he could protest, she had dragged him half way to the bathing areas. "Mom, mom, it's wasn't my idea! I swear!" He tried to convince her, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Pan and Bra found that the only thing they could do was follow her quietly.
Trunks had to bite his lip as his mother tugged on his hair, dragging him through the halls, he barely felt it when his teeth finally broke through his skin from all the pressure on his head. As he the familiar taste of blood met his tongue, he began to wonder what she was going to do. He was too busy thinking and trying to ignore the pain, when he was suddenly hit with a blast of cold water.
"KUSO!" His mother ignored his scream, instead, she began to pour shampoo through his hair. She had forced him to sit in the shower stall and scrubbed vigorously at his hair. The water pooled around him in a dark muddy puddle before streaming down in to the darkness of the drain.
Bulma heard nothing as she scrubbed forcefully at her son's hair. Not his screams of protest, claiming his innocence, nor did she hear her daughter desperately trying to calm her down. After what seemed like an eternity (actually just fifteen minutes) the water that pooled around him was no longer murky or dark, just crystal clear. The hair that fell before his lowered eyes was not black, but now the lavender it had been. The tail that lay limply beside him was the same.
Bulma stood, turning off the water. She looked to the two girls slumped in the doorway as she wrung the water from her dress. "What in the world was going through your mind Bra?" Bra averted her eyes. "Excuse me, Mrs. Briefs, it was neither of their faults." Pan said gathering up all her dignity. "Pardon me?" The blue haired woman asked. "Neither of your children should be held responsible for the occurrences of the day, it's not their fault." She hesitated. "It's mine." She said, her features set gravely.
"I admire you and your courage, you are one of the few who would not lie." "I was raised to be honest." "Not all children listen to the teachings of their parents," She looked at her own two children. "You would be surprised." "Hmm" ~Smart girl, Trunk's has chosen well~ "What am I to do with you three?" Bra looked up at her mother's eyes pleadingly. "You will NOT get out of this one! Do you think that those eyes of yours will spare you?! NO!" Bra's eyes dropped once again. "You've managed to skip enough history lessons, you wiggled your way out of fighting altogether," here Pan looked at her incredulously, "You have to be kidding me to think that you can get out of this one." She looked to her son, who had some what regained his composure. "You, what happened to you? You never went on stupid, senseless 'adventures', you should know better!"
Trunks looked up at her, eyes filled with bewilderment. "What happened to me?! What happened to ME?!" He stood, Bra and Pan remained seated in the doorway, staring at him for his outburst. "What happened to me is that I am finally taking advantage of my youth! That's what's happened to me! I'm doing the things I was never ALLOWED to do as a child! How did you expect me to be when all you ever let me know were these Palace walls, this sheltered life?! How was I expected to be, when the only places I could go was wandering around the Palace halls?! Even that was forbidden to me! You expected me to find a mate by now, how was I to do so, when I was always locked in my room?" His eyes were wide with pointed fury. "You!" He said, pointing his finger menacingly at his mother, "You don't even KNOW me! Your own son! Your first child! You didn't raise me! You left nana to take care of me! The only times I ever saw you were at meal times! You can't even speak of this!" Bulma was outraged ~How dare he?!~ "Do you know how I was treated when I walked out there?! They tried to kill me! Do you know why?!" She shook her head. "Because I was never allowed to take my role in the Royal House! Never! Not even my people know me! They think I am some weak half breed! YOU cannot even speak of injustice!" He looked at her before sliding once more to the tiled floors.
Bulma was left speechless. ~I never knew he felt this way, but in a way, he's right~ The fleeting thought passed through her head. ~No, I was a good mother, and a good Queen. I was there, I tucked him in at night, he doesn't remember, he was always...~ Her thoughts paused. ~Asleep by then. But I tried my best!~ She looked at her son's huddled form and said in the coldest tone she could muster "I'll decide what to do with you later" With that, she took her leave. Bra looked at her brother, and decided he needed to be alone, she stood up silently. "I'll see you at dinner" Her voiced was hushed, barely above a whisper as she left.
Pan looked at her retreating figure in the stark white halls. She stood and walked to her new friend, laying an arm around his huddled figure. He lay into her arms, silent tears leaving burning trails down his face. She took him into her arms like a mother with her child, rocking him back and forth, absently stroking his hair. "Sshhh," She said in a low, but caring voice "No need to cry, no need to worry" She stood, and with all her strength managed to carry his bulky form. She silently carried him through the halls, the only sound made was the soft cooing sounds a mother might to do her child. She couldn't believe that she was actually being so gentle with anyone, she was treating him like glass, as if with one harsh movement he would break in her arms.
After a tedious walk, she made it to his room. She had to balance him in one arm, while pressing the code to open the door with another. She walked to his bed and lay him down, walking back and through the doors, going to her own room to change from her wet clothes. She rang for a maid and explained a simply design for clothing, tailored to her size and to Trunks' too. In no time at all the efficient maid returned, with two sets of clothing. Pan looked down at the warm material of the sweat pants and she thought with a pang to her heart of home. She pulled on the tank top and sweats solemnly, taking the second pair to Trunks, who lay asleep on his bed.
Walking into his green room, she closed the door. Looking down at her friend she was faced with a problem. ~Uh oh, how am I going to get him changed!~ She thought about it and no answer came. "Oh well, to hell with it." She said lightly. She unbuckled his armor and pulled it slowly over head, tossing it to one side. She tried her best to ignore how the suit clung to muscled chest and she peeled the first part off painfully slowly. She had to divert her mind from the body beneath her. ~Damn Pan! What the fuck is wrong with you?!~ She mentally slapped herself. When his top was laying on the floor somewhere, she took a deep breath and made a silent prayer that he was wearing something underneath his pants. She pulled his legs together and looked away as her tiny hands pulled his pants off as quickly as possible.
~Please, oh please, oh please, oh please be wearing boxers~ She prayed to Dende as she cracked one eye open to look. ~Whew!~ Dende must have been with her, because he was wearing boxers underneath. (How the hell you are gonna wear boxers under skin-tight clothing, I have no idea, but I don't care!) As her mind wandered from his wearing boxers, so did her eyes. ~Man, he has one hell of a body~ She thought to herself, looking from his muscular arms, to chest, to ::cough cough:: to his legs. (Hmm, yeah, I didn't say anything!) ~Where the bloody hell did that thought come from?!~ She quickly shoved the thought to the back of her mind and pulled on his pants as fast as possible. She unfolded the tank and pulled it down over his head too. "I can't believe he slept through this whole thing!" Pan said, exasperated. "Was he even asleep when I was walking down the halls?" She asked no one in particular.
"Oh well," She finally said before noticing how he was curled up from the cold. ~Awww, he looks so adorable~ Pan was on the verge of smacking herself from all these weird thoughts. ~Must be from all the excitement of today~ She pulled the sheets back, climbed in and lay next to her lavender haired friend, pulling the sheets of them both. After no time at all she fell asleep too.
In his sleep Trunks turned over and put his arms around her, and she just snuggled into his warmth.
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Oh no! What will Bulma do? What's going on with Trunks and Pan? Where is Bra? Will they miss dinner? Find out on the next chapter of Lucky Me! Could you tell I'm bored? Because I am. I have an excuse why I haven't updated in so long, not a good excuse but one that'll make sure that I don't take so darn long to update again, here it is: I kinda, um... lost the password to my account, but hey! That's all over now, right? Right. Did I say I was bored, because I am. ;)
Goten: I wasn't in this one! And hey! What the heck is Trunks doing with his arms around my neice?!
Desi: Um, um, um. That's all we have for today folks! See ya later!
Goten: Well?!
Desi: Hury up and review people! Luv you all!!!!!!!! (^_^) hehe
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Z or GT. If I did, I'd be rich and wouldn't have to post this thing here. But this story is mine, and only mine. So leave me alone and read. Hehe(^_^)
~. . .~ = Thoughts
(. . .) = Me interrupting. (I'm so rude)
**-. . . -** = Memory
Wow has it actually been a month since I last updates? Oh my God, Imma have a heart attack Yay! I finally updated! Is it just me, or am I having to say finally too much now? Oh well, on with the fic!
This is technically Chapter 12, but according to Fanfiction.net Chappie 13
Chapter 13 - An Angry Mother
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Just seconds after quietly slipping in through the heavy Palace doors, a high pitched scream rang from down the long corridor. "Don't look now Pan," Bra whispered quietly "Huh?" Pan was surprised with just how low her voice was, and just how fast her heart was beating. "My mom" Bra said, praying they would escape her wrath.
With no less than saiyan speed, Bulma quickly closed the gap between herself, her two children and their friend. Angry, lake blue eyes glared down at them. "Where" Bulma let out in a dangerously calm voice, "Where you?" The end of her sentence was high with restraint. She looked at Bra. She opened her mouth but said nothing. She looked to Trunks, her face was flushed with renewed anger. "Your hair..." Her eyes went wide "What did you do?!" Here she could not contain the fury within her voice. She grabbed at his face and turned it from side to side. "What?!" She said, yelling full force "Did you do?!"
She grabbed him by the hair, and before he could protest, she had dragged him half way to the bathing areas. "Mom, mom, it's wasn't my idea! I swear!" He tried to convince her, but his pleas fell on deaf ears. Pan and Bra found that the only thing they could do was follow her quietly.
Trunks had to bite his lip as his mother tugged on his hair, dragging him through the halls, he barely felt it when his teeth finally broke through his skin from all the pressure on his head. As he the familiar taste of blood met his tongue, he began to wonder what she was going to do. He was too busy thinking and trying to ignore the pain, when he was suddenly hit with a blast of cold water.
"KUSO!" His mother ignored his scream, instead, she began to pour shampoo through his hair. She had forced him to sit in the shower stall and scrubbed vigorously at his hair. The water pooled around him in a dark muddy puddle before streaming down in to the darkness of the drain.
Bulma heard nothing as she scrubbed forcefully at her son's hair. Not his screams of protest, claiming his innocence, nor did she hear her daughter desperately trying to calm her down. After what seemed like an eternity (actually just fifteen minutes) the water that pooled around him was no longer murky or dark, just crystal clear. The hair that fell before his lowered eyes was not black, but now the lavender it had been. The tail that lay limply beside him was the same.
Bulma stood, turning off the water. She looked to the two girls slumped in the doorway as she wrung the water from her dress. "What in the world was going through your mind Bra?" Bra averted her eyes. "Excuse me, Mrs. Briefs, it was neither of their faults." Pan said gathering up all her dignity. "Pardon me?" The blue haired woman asked. "Neither of your children should be held responsible for the occurrences of the day, it's not their fault." She hesitated. "It's mine." She said, her features set gravely.
"I admire you and your courage, you are one of the few who would not lie." "I was raised to be honest." "Not all children listen to the teachings of their parents," She looked at her own two children. "You would be surprised." "Hmm" ~Smart girl, Trunk's has chosen well~ "What am I to do with you three?" Bra looked up at her mother's eyes pleadingly. "You will NOT get out of this one! Do you think that those eyes of yours will spare you?! NO!" Bra's eyes dropped once again. "You've managed to skip enough history lessons, you wiggled your way out of fighting altogether," here Pan looked at her incredulously, "You have to be kidding me to think that you can get out of this one." She looked to her son, who had some what regained his composure. "You, what happened to you? You never went on stupid, senseless 'adventures', you should know better!"
Trunks looked up at her, eyes filled with bewilderment. "What happened to me?! What happened to ME?!" He stood, Bra and Pan remained seated in the doorway, staring at him for his outburst. "What happened to me is that I am finally taking advantage of my youth! That's what's happened to me! I'm doing the things I was never ALLOWED to do as a child! How did you expect me to be when all you ever let me know were these Palace walls, this sheltered life?! How was I expected to be, when the only places I could go was wandering around the Palace halls?! Even that was forbidden to me! You expected me to find a mate by now, how was I to do so, when I was always locked in my room?" His eyes were wide with pointed fury. "You!" He said, pointing his finger menacingly at his mother, "You don't even KNOW me! Your own son! Your first child! You didn't raise me! You left nana to take care of me! The only times I ever saw you were at meal times! You can't even speak of this!" Bulma was outraged ~How dare he?!~ "Do you know how I was treated when I walked out there?! They tried to kill me! Do you know why?!" She shook her head. "Because I was never allowed to take my role in the Royal House! Never! Not even my people know me! They think I am some weak half breed! YOU cannot even speak of injustice!" He looked at her before sliding once more to the tiled floors.
Bulma was left speechless. ~I never knew he felt this way, but in a way, he's right~ The fleeting thought passed through her head. ~No, I was a good mother, and a good Queen. I was there, I tucked him in at night, he doesn't remember, he was always...~ Her thoughts paused. ~Asleep by then. But I tried my best!~ She looked at her son's huddled form and said in the coldest tone she could muster "I'll decide what to do with you later" With that, she took her leave. Bra looked at her brother, and decided he needed to be alone, she stood up silently. "I'll see you at dinner" Her voiced was hushed, barely above a whisper as she left.
Pan looked at her retreating figure in the stark white halls. She stood and walked to her new friend, laying an arm around his huddled figure. He lay into her arms, silent tears leaving burning trails down his face. She took him into her arms like a mother with her child, rocking him back and forth, absently stroking his hair. "Sshhh," She said in a low, but caring voice "No need to cry, no need to worry" She stood, and with all her strength managed to carry his bulky form. She silently carried him through the halls, the only sound made was the soft cooing sounds a mother might to do her child. She couldn't believe that she was actually being so gentle with anyone, she was treating him like glass, as if with one harsh movement he would break in her arms.
After a tedious walk, she made it to his room. She had to balance him in one arm, while pressing the code to open the door with another. She walked to his bed and lay him down, walking back and through the doors, going to her own room to change from her wet clothes. She rang for a maid and explained a simply design for clothing, tailored to her size and to Trunks' too. In no time at all the efficient maid returned, with two sets of clothing. Pan looked down at the warm material of the sweat pants and she thought with a pang to her heart of home. She pulled on the tank top and sweats solemnly, taking the second pair to Trunks, who lay asleep on his bed.
Walking into his green room, she closed the door. Looking down at her friend she was faced with a problem. ~Uh oh, how am I going to get him changed!~ She thought about it and no answer came. "Oh well, to hell with it." She said lightly. She unbuckled his armor and pulled it slowly over head, tossing it to one side. She tried her best to ignore how the suit clung to muscled chest and she peeled the first part off painfully slowly. She had to divert her mind from the body beneath her. ~Damn Pan! What the fuck is wrong with you?!~ She mentally slapped herself. When his top was laying on the floor somewhere, she took a deep breath and made a silent prayer that he was wearing something underneath his pants. She pulled his legs together and looked away as her tiny hands pulled his pants off as quickly as possible.
~Please, oh please, oh please, oh please be wearing boxers~ She prayed to Dende as she cracked one eye open to look. ~Whew!~ Dende must have been with her, because he was wearing boxers underneath. (How the hell you are gonna wear boxers under skin-tight clothing, I have no idea, but I don't care!) As her mind wandered from his wearing boxers, so did her eyes. ~Man, he has one hell of a body~ She thought to herself, looking from his muscular arms, to chest, to ::cough cough:: to his legs. (Hmm, yeah, I didn't say anything!) ~Where the bloody hell did that thought come from?!~ She quickly shoved the thought to the back of her mind and pulled on his pants as fast as possible. She unfolded the tank and pulled it down over his head too. "I can't believe he slept through this whole thing!" Pan said, exasperated. "Was he even asleep when I was walking down the halls?" She asked no one in particular.
"Oh well," She finally said before noticing how he was curled up from the cold. ~Awww, he looks so adorable~ Pan was on the verge of smacking herself from all these weird thoughts. ~Must be from all the excitement of today~ She pulled the sheets back, climbed in and lay next to her lavender haired friend, pulling the sheets of them both. After no time at all she fell asleep too.
In his sleep Trunks turned over and put his arms around her, and she just snuggled into his warmth.
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Oh no! What will Bulma do? What's going on with Trunks and Pan? Where is Bra? Will they miss dinner? Find out on the next chapter of Lucky Me! Could you tell I'm bored? Because I am. I have an excuse why I haven't updated in so long, not a good excuse but one that'll make sure that I don't take so darn long to update again, here it is: I kinda, um... lost the password to my account, but hey! That's all over now, right? Right. Did I say I was bored, because I am. ;)
Goten: I wasn't in this one! And hey! What the heck is Trunks doing with his arms around my neice?!
Desi: Um, um, um. That's all we have for today folks! See ya later!
Goten: Well?!
Desi: Hury up and review people! Luv you all!!!!!!!! (^_^) hehe