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
There, I caved, I let it out today! Be warned, it's not the best one ever, no T/P in it to be honest, but the next will be full of it, I promise! (^_^)
Chapter 15 - JUST my dad?!
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Pan looked at her friends pale face and wide, still, blue eyes. "What's that supposed to mean? Why are you so...scared? It's just you're dad" "JUST my dad?" He looked at her with a face so blank as to seem comical. "JUST my dad?" He pulled him empty eyes from the empty recess of space to look at her, grabbing her shoulders and shaking them feebly. "No, you have NO idea what you're talking about!" Pan looked at him quizzically. "Oh you'll see, you'll see..." Pan bit her lower lip in wonder, she hadn't known him long, but she knew him well enough to know that this must be serious.
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"What do you want woman?" Her husbands irritated voice rang clearly through the speakers as his stoic features didn't fool her, she could see the worry that flashed briefly through his guarded eyes, watching her through the screen that hung on the wall of her room. "You're son," "What did the brat do now?" She ignored the interruption "Went and, and..." His brows pulled together even more, but he kept his mouth shut as he listened, he knew what the consequence was if he annoyed her too much - a week on the couch. "He might have tainted the bloodline" "WHAT?!" Her eyes were sullen. The screen went blank. She knew what happened, he was on his way.
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Double doors burst open in angry haste. The wind from such a movement was enough to knock any man down, but not him. Not in his fury, not in THIS rage. "WHERE IS HE?!" His voice echoed through the halls, his impatience oozed from his every word. His narrow eyes were bloodshot. Servants scrambled all around him, trying to help, only getting in the way.
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Down the hall strode a petite figure with blue hair. She made her way to him through bumbling servants and brooding guards in record time. Her face was gravely set for her husbands anger. His eyes softened just a bit at the sight of his wife. He had always loved her in his own way, and nothing, not even times like THIS would make him forget it. "Where is the brat?" Her gaze was suddenly downcast, she suddenly found something very interesting in the floor. "Where is he?" His voice was firm. Now she regretted bringing this upon her son. "In his quarters." All she could do now was respond.
He blew past her in a mighty gust of wind. ~Please go easy on him, I did this in anger, I don't even know if my assumptions were right~ She pleaded him mentally ~What's to know woman?!~ his thoughts were harsh and hurtful. She sat and slumped in the hallway. ~Oh Dende be with him~ This thought was guarded, she didn't need to fuel her husbands rage. She prayed to all the heavens she ever knew that her son would be fine, she regretted not finding out what happened before hand first. ~I was just angry, yes that's it, I was angry~ She thought to herself, consoling herself and her fears.
~*~*~Several Hallways, Several Flights of Stairs and a Couple of Seconds later~*~*~
Vegeta stood, chest heaving in the sizzling cracked metal scraps that had once, not five minutes before, been a door. Pan turned to Trunks and was shocked to see the terror on his face. His face was blanched to the point of almost being blue, his lips would have been trembling but his teeth were clamped down so hard a crimson drop of blood trickled from the down-turned side of his mouth. His eyes were wide and blank. As if he felt her gaze, he straightened himself, rubbed the drop away with his sleeve, set his chin high, the color returning to his face rapidly. She almost smiled in spite of herself.
Feeling the power of Vegeta's glare on her at last, she looked up at his angry red face and had to fight back a laugh when she saw just how small her critic was. Stifling it quickly, she straightened her back and set her chin gravely. "This is the girl I presume?" His voice was shaky and low, but his anger poured through his words none the less. Trunks looked to Pan and then back to his fathers impatient eyes. He nodded. "Yes, she is." His voice was calm, steady and unwavering. ~What is he doing?! Is he crazy?! He's lying on PURPOSE?!~ Her mind screamed. Vegeta turned his glower back at her. "I hope you had your fun brat, it's the last time you'll see this one," He spoke to him, but his grimace was clearly directed at her. "Fa-" Trunks began. "Excuse me?" Pen interrupted. "You really think that I am that easily expendable? Or that I would so readily except a decision such as that?" Her voice was raising and so was she, to the point where she was on her feet and staring down. "Are your saiyan women really that petty and weak that they don't even TRY to fight back? Well, sorry to tell you, you may be accustomed to a submissive woman, but I refuse to let you just walk all over me!"
"Are you aware with whom you speak?!" She merely smirked in response. Trunks, sat back and silently observed and assessed the situation. ~ My god, she looks one hell of a lot like dad...creepy~ "You sure have a lot of confidence for someone as small and weak as yourself, don't you?" He studied her carefully. "Is that some kind of a challenge?" One eyebrow arched in question. "If you really take me to be so weak, I'll just have to prove you wrong. In any way you choose, I'll prove my worth." "Your pride is admirable, but is it with substance?" In answer, Pan sent him flying into the wall with a punch to the gut.
Vegeta pulled himself out of the crumbling wreckage of wall, coughing because of the clouds of dust that surrounded him. "Pan, you gotta get outta here!" Trunks whispered urgently. Casting him a glance over her shoulder she answered him simply. "I wouldn't dream of giving him that satisfaction." "A nice shot girl, I must admit, but I wasn't prepared that time." "You must never be off your guard, King Veggie-head," She laughed as she easily blocked a flurry of punches and kicks.Trunks held back a snicker at his father's reaction to her taunting. ~Veggie-head?! VEGGIE-HEAD?!~ Now Vegeta was angry. ~That stance! Where do I know it?! Who is this girl?!~ "No more games woman!" He screamed as he threw a side kick to her head. She was just able to duck. So close was he to hitting her that she could feel the cold air of the blow on her cheek, could hear his foot as it whistled on by above her head.
~Whew! Was that close!~ She mentally laughed at her own foolish, head strong pride. ~Oh shit! I'd beat the fuck out of him if he landed that goddamn kick! That would have knocked her clear out!~ Trunks was worried for the girl he had just come to know, but would very much like to know more. Yet he could do nothing to help, all there was to do was to sit back and watch.
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OK, good? bad? awful, wretched, horrible, what? Well, review and tell me, and if there are probs, I'm willing to edit 'em out, it's kinda been a while since I put one of these out, so help me out here and review. A little R&R goes a long way. Well thanx people.
Goten: Yeah, thanx!
Des: Wow, he finally learns!
-Claps and give Goten a hug_
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
There, I caved, I let it out today! Be warned, it's not the best one ever, no T/P in it to be honest, but the next will be full of it, I promise! (^_^)
Chapter 15 - JUST my dad?!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Pan looked at her friends pale face and wide, still, blue eyes. "What's that supposed to mean? Why are you so...scared? It's just you're dad" "JUST my dad?" He looked at her with a face so blank as to seem comical. "JUST my dad?" He pulled him empty eyes from the empty recess of space to look at her, grabbing her shoulders and shaking them feebly. "No, you have NO idea what you're talking about!" Pan looked at him quizzically. "Oh you'll see, you'll see..." Pan bit her lower lip in wonder, she hadn't known him long, but she knew him well enough to know that this must be serious.
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"What do you want woman?" Her husbands irritated voice rang clearly through the speakers as his stoic features didn't fool her, she could see the worry that flashed briefly through his guarded eyes, watching her through the screen that hung on the wall of her room. "You're son," "What did the brat do now?" She ignored the interruption "Went and, and..." His brows pulled together even more, but he kept his mouth shut as he listened, he knew what the consequence was if he annoyed her too much - a week on the couch. "He might have tainted the bloodline" "WHAT?!" Her eyes were sullen. The screen went blank. She knew what happened, he was on his way.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Double doors burst open in angry haste. The wind from such a movement was enough to knock any man down, but not him. Not in his fury, not in THIS rage. "WHERE IS HE?!" His voice echoed through the halls, his impatience oozed from his every word. His narrow eyes were bloodshot. Servants scrambled all around him, trying to help, only getting in the way.
~*~*~*~*~*~
Down the hall strode a petite figure with blue hair. She made her way to him through bumbling servants and brooding guards in record time. Her face was gravely set for her husbands anger. His eyes softened just a bit at the sight of his wife. He had always loved her in his own way, and nothing, not even times like THIS would make him forget it. "Where is the brat?" Her gaze was suddenly downcast, she suddenly found something very interesting in the floor. "Where is he?" His voice was firm. Now she regretted bringing this upon her son. "In his quarters." All she could do now was respond.
He blew past her in a mighty gust of wind. ~Please go easy on him, I did this in anger, I don't even know if my assumptions were right~ She pleaded him mentally ~What's to know woman?!~ his thoughts were harsh and hurtful. She sat and slumped in the hallway. ~Oh Dende be with him~ This thought was guarded, she didn't need to fuel her husbands rage. She prayed to all the heavens she ever knew that her son would be fine, she regretted not finding out what happened before hand first. ~I was just angry, yes that's it, I was angry~ She thought to herself, consoling herself and her fears.
~*~*~Several Hallways, Several Flights of Stairs and a Couple of Seconds later~*~*~
Vegeta stood, chest heaving in the sizzling cracked metal scraps that had once, not five minutes before, been a door. Pan turned to Trunks and was shocked to see the terror on his face. His face was blanched to the point of almost being blue, his lips would have been trembling but his teeth were clamped down so hard a crimson drop of blood trickled from the down-turned side of his mouth. His eyes were wide and blank. As if he felt her gaze, he straightened himself, rubbed the drop away with his sleeve, set his chin high, the color returning to his face rapidly. She almost smiled in spite of herself.
Feeling the power of Vegeta's glare on her at last, she looked up at his angry red face and had to fight back a laugh when she saw just how small her critic was. Stifling it quickly, she straightened her back and set her chin gravely. "This is the girl I presume?" His voice was shaky and low, but his anger poured through his words none the less. Trunks looked to Pan and then back to his fathers impatient eyes. He nodded. "Yes, she is." His voice was calm, steady and unwavering. ~What is he doing?! Is he crazy?! He's lying on PURPOSE?!~ Her mind screamed. Vegeta turned his glower back at her. "I hope you had your fun brat, it's the last time you'll see this one," He spoke to him, but his grimace was clearly directed at her. "Fa-" Trunks began. "Excuse me?" Pen interrupted. "You really think that I am that easily expendable? Or that I would so readily except a decision such as that?" Her voice was raising and so was she, to the point where she was on her feet and staring down. "Are your saiyan women really that petty and weak that they don't even TRY to fight back? Well, sorry to tell you, you may be accustomed to a submissive woman, but I refuse to let you just walk all over me!"
"Are you aware with whom you speak?!" She merely smirked in response. Trunks, sat back and silently observed and assessed the situation. ~ My god, she looks one hell of a lot like dad...creepy~ "You sure have a lot of confidence for someone as small and weak as yourself, don't you?" He studied her carefully. "Is that some kind of a challenge?" One eyebrow arched in question. "If you really take me to be so weak, I'll just have to prove you wrong. In any way you choose, I'll prove my worth." "Your pride is admirable, but is it with substance?" In answer, Pan sent him flying into the wall with a punch to the gut.
Vegeta pulled himself out of the crumbling wreckage of wall, coughing because of the clouds of dust that surrounded him. "Pan, you gotta get outta here!" Trunks whispered urgently. Casting him a glance over her shoulder she answered him simply. "I wouldn't dream of giving him that satisfaction." "A nice shot girl, I must admit, but I wasn't prepared that time." "You must never be off your guard, King Veggie-head," She laughed as she easily blocked a flurry of punches and kicks.Trunks held back a snicker at his father's reaction to her taunting. ~Veggie-head?! VEGGIE-HEAD?!~ Now Vegeta was angry. ~That stance! Where do I know it?! Who is this girl?!~ "No more games woman!" He screamed as he threw a side kick to her head. She was just able to duck. So close was he to hitting her that she could feel the cold air of the blow on her cheek, could hear his foot as it whistled on by above her head.
~Whew! Was that close!~ She mentally laughed at her own foolish, head strong pride. ~Oh shit! I'd beat the fuck out of him if he landed that goddamn kick! That would have knocked her clear out!~ Trunks was worried for the girl he had just come to know, but would very much like to know more. Yet he could do nothing to help, all there was to do was to sit back and watch.
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OK, good? bad? awful, wretched, horrible, what? Well, review and tell me, and if there are probs, I'm willing to edit 'em out, it's kinda been a while since I put one of these out, so help me out here and review. A little R&R goes a long way. Well thanx people.
Goten: Yeah, thanx!
Des: Wow, he finally learns!
-Claps and give Goten a hug_