Pan's party: another Vegeta?
Standing on the top of the stairs was…
"Gojita!" exclaimed Pan. "Wow! You look so…so…sugoi!!" Gojita glanced down at her demi-saiyan friend and smirked a very Vegeta like smirk. Everyone, who knew Vegeta, knew that smirk very well. Gohan swallowed hard, as did Krillin, Tien and Chiaotzu. Bulma and Trunks looked up in absolute fascination and Goku just smiled proudly. Just like her tousan…he thought. Gojita stepped down and glanced at everyone around her, cool and calm. Just like Vegeta. Krillin was practically shaking and Juuhachi-gou was on her guard, not sure of what to make of this situation.
"Pan," chirped Videl, not realising that everyone of the Z Senshi [AN: with the exception of Goku and Piccolo…but Piccy-chan's outside] were shocked by this tiny character. "Introduce your friends to her."
"Oh, right!" she chirped. "Gojee…" She stopped abruptly when Gojita gave her that death glare, but continued as soon as she turned her head away. Gojita hated being called 'Gojee'. "This is Krillin, Juuhachi-gou, Marron, Bulma, Tien, Chiaotzu and Yamcha. Guys, this is Gojita…my bestest best friend!" Everyone watched as Gojita's eyes wafted over the seven introduced, as though her eyes were scrutinizing to see if they were weak or not. Finally, a smirk graced her lips as she bowed down.
"I'm pleased to meet you." She said simply. Everyone let out a sigh of relief in thinking that this was another little Vegeta, but stopped when they saw that she had that same malicious look in her eyes. Goku just grinned at her.
"Hey, Gojita!" called Pan. Gojita jumped back, rubbed her ear and growled.
"Baka! You don't have to yell! I'm standing right next to you!!"
"Oops! Gomen nasai." She apologized. "Do you want to go play outside?"
"Hn."
"Hokie-dokie Kariokie!" she chirped. Gojita's eye twitched.
"Don't…say…that." She said slowly.
"Hokey…" Pan was just about to say it again when she got another one of Gojita's death glares. "Well, come on! Let's go!" she said as she ran off. Gojita just huffed as she followed along, almost reluctantly. She noticed Marron following as well, but didn't say anything, though the smirk on her lips proved that she thought Marron's tag-along personality highly amusing. After they had exited the room, Krillin broke the silence.
"Man, that kid is really scary!" he said.
"Huh? What do you mean?" asked Videl. "I honestly don't see anything scary about her."
"Of course not, you never knew Vegeta well enough." Snorted Juuhachi-gou.
"Vegeta? Isn't he the Saiyan no Ouji? The warrior with the auburn flame hair?"
"The one and the same." He replied. "She seems to have his attitude."
"I don't know Krillin," Goku spoke up. "She seems to be a pretty independent kid." Everyone gawked at him.
"Goku…have you gone off your chump??!" yelped Yamcha.
"Huh? Why?"
"No, he's right." Trunks spoke up. "I've been going to school with her everyday for nearly the whole year now and I can tell you honestly…she's just like my dad." Everyone was silent for a moment.
"But…but how is that possible?" Bulma asked, even though an idea was already going through her head. But it was too painful for her to mention it. Maybe…maybe after I pushed Vegeta away, he found another woman who treats him better than I did and now that's his second child. Well, she had it half right.
"I don't know, but I'd like to know how Pan can find someone like her so…interesting." Said Gohan in an almost disgusted voice. Goku nearly blew his top at his first born for saying something like that about his beautiful baby girl, but managed to keep a cool lid on.
"Oh, come on Gohan!" he said with a smile in his face. "You just don't know her well enough. She might be like Vegeta, and if she is, then she's only acting arrogant because she's nervous around you guys." He explained. "I'm sure you'll see the nicer side of her once you get to know her." Everyone nodded their heads at this.
"Maybe you're right, dad." He said.
"Of course he is!" chirped Goten. "Me, Trunks and Pan know Gojita very well! She's not as arrogant as she seems."
Meanwhile, outside, Gojita idly followed Pan around the huge grounds, glancing at the kids running around. At first, everyone was staring at Pan's princess dress, but later became very much interested in Gojita.
"Wow! That's such a cool costume!"
"Mega-cool!"
"You look so awesome!" Gojita may have just been scowling at all the kids, but she was really enjoying all the attention. And she knew her scowling only made her more interesting to the older kids. But when she noticed that Pan was looking a bit left out, she began to pity the demi-saiyan. Hn. Well, I've had my fun. She thought. She gave one evil glare and everyone surrounding her backed away. Pan looked up and was immensely happy that her best friend hadn't forgotten about her. Gojita didn't say anything to her. She just stalked over and stood next to Pan. Pan could tell that Gojita had just glared at them to make her feel better.
"Thanks."
"For what?"
"For coming to sit by me." She said. "You looked like you were getting sick of all the older kids running after you." Gojita snorted as she crossed her arms, looking very much like Vegeta.
"Hmph, baka. If you must know, I was thoroughly enjoying it. I only got rid of them because I pitied you." Pan glanced up at her leader with a confused look.
"Pitied?"
"That means I felt sorry for you, you sad baka!" she snapped. Pan just smiled. As nasty and witty as she Gojita could be, she knew that the chibi firecracker meant well.
"Oh, okay." A long silence followed. "So, what do you think of my party?"
"I think that all the kids are being total selfish kisama."
"Gojita!" scolded Pan. "They're my guests…"
"And if they are indeed your guests, why are they entertaining themselves without you…the hostess?" she queried smartly. Pan didn't understand what she said, or what she meant. Gojita just rolled her eyes and grunted. "Baka."
Suddenly, there was a screaming to one side. Pan and Gojita snapped their heads in the direction, Pan staring with wide eyes and Gojita frowning confusedly. A girl ran past them, crying.
"It's ugly!" she wailed.
"Nani? What's ugly?" asked Gojita in an un-interested voice.
"That green man thing!" she wailed. Gojita frowned.
"Green man thing?" she wondered. She glanced back to where the girl was pointing, only to widen her eyes in disbelief. There, on the one side, surrounded by jeering boys and girls, was Piccolo. She could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't too pleased on having a bunch of rowdy kids surround him like he was an animal.
"MRS SON!!!" cried the girl as she ran for the house. Pan ran after the girl, hoping she'd be able to persuade her that Piccolo was really a nice guy. But Gojita, on the other hand, didn't give a damn. She was just so happy there was someone she knew from outside. As she stood still, a happy smile crept up on her lips.
Piccolo, meanwhile, was getting sick and tired of all the jeering kids, taunting him and calling him names. A number of them already burst into tears. Fuck it!! He cursed. If these brats don't leave me alone, then…
"PICCOLO!!!" cried a happy, familiar voice. Piccolo turned around, only to get the wind knocked out of him as something small, but powerful, bowled him over. He went flying for a couple of metres before stopping by a tree. His head felt funny, and he could feel something small sitting on his chest.
"Uuggh…" he moaned. "What…what hit me?"
"I did!" came Gojita's voice. Piccolo's closed eyes immediately opened, as he came face to face with the grinning Saiyan no Oujo chibi.
"G…G…Gojita??!" he sputtered in surprise. He hadn't expected to see her here, and she didn't expect him to be here either.
"Oooh! This is a pleasant surprise! What are you dong here, Piccolo-sama?" she asked.
"I was invited. I know Gohan."
"Oh, you mean Pan's tousan."
"What are you doing here?"
"Pan invited me. She goes to my school, you know." She explained before giving him her biggest 'Son-grin'. "You know how happy you've made me? I thought I'd be stuck at the party only to converse with baka ningen chibi's who are older than me but have the same IQ as a pencil!" Piccolo stared at her for a few more seconds before grinning himself.
"Me too. I thought I'd be stuck here with a bunch of ningen chibi's screaming, hollering and taunting me for the rest of the day." Gojita smirked as she realised what he meant by that. With her around, no one will dare make a snide comment.
"Hehehe…don't worry. Seems like we'll be in this together." They grinned at each other before Gojita noticed that his lips looked dry. "Hey, Piccolo…your lips…"
"I know, I know…they're pretty chapped."
"Have you been training so hard that you forgot to drink?" she asked. He nodded.
"Don't be so surprised, you also go for a couple of days without eating when you train."
"Hai, but that's food. Solids. I can't go without drinking, and seeing as it's your food, you most certainly can't!" she scolded him. He frowned at her, but with a fond smile on his face.
"Are you sure you haven't followed me here to lecture me?"
"Well, after all the lectures you and tousan have given me, I think it's high time I returned to favor." She smirked evilly. "You two are not gonna get away from all the pain and suffering I have in store for you!" Piccolo grinned.
"You have been spending too much time around me and your tousan."
"Maybe…we'll see when that day comes!" she smirked as she hopped off his chest and ran to the house. Gojita quickly ran up to the bedroom, quickly grabbing her dragonball bobbles from her bag. She didn't put them on when she put on her costume because she couldn't. Her hair was too long for her petit hands to handle her extra long hair. But now that Piccolo-sama's here, I can wear them up and look sorta like tousan!! After she had found the four, she ran back down the stairs. But she accidentally ran into Bulma as she rounded the corner. Because she was such a tiny, yet powerful, chibi, she practically knocked the wind out of her.
"Uuuh…" Bulma groaned. She sat up and looked at the tiny chibi lying on the floor with her back to her, rubbing her head. "Hey, watch where you're going!" she snapped at the young chibi. Gojita looked up and glared.
"I'm not the only one!" she retorted. Bulma was very much taken back by this, as many of the chibi's around Capsule Corp were all scared out of their wits or they were downright cheeky. She was neither. Then again, neither was Vegeta. He may be cheeky, but not to the point where you'd want to slap him in the face for it. And besides, she thought. She might be Vegeta's daughter…Bulma wasn't entirely sure of that fact. She knew that Vegeta was away, but she couldn't think of a woman out there who could stand Vegeta's obsession with power.
"Well, gomen." She muttered. Gojita stood up and dusted herself off.
"Hn, gomen nasai." She apologized, and she meant it.
"Are you okay?"
"Hai, I'll survive." She replied coolly. Gojita looked up at Bulma and she shivered at the thought that it was exactly like Vegeta! "By the way, do you know where the water is?"
"Oh, hai! I'll pour you a glass if you like."
"Okay." Bulma walked off to the kitchen with Gojita in tow. On entering the kitchen, Gojita came face to face with…
"Oooh! What a cute 'lil chibi!!"
"URK!!" yipped Gojita as the blonde haired woman stood in front of her with a spatula.
"Aren't you the most darling little girl I have ever seen!" Gojita was, for once, at a loss for words. She had never known anyone to just jump out of nowhere and declare her the most 'darling' little girl. "I bet one day, when you grow up, you'll probably be the smartest and beautifulest woman around town!" Gojita nodded, eyes still wide.
"Uhh…hai…but 'beautifulest' isn't a word." She corrected her, hoping that would put this Mexican jumping bean of a woman off. "It's most beautiful." But the woman just giggled and picked her up.
"Ooh! I told you you'd be smart!" she said as she held the chibi in her arms. "And I bet you're going to get even smarter!" Gojita didn't know what to say. She just smiled and blushed at this sudden rush of compliments. She was actually enjoying it, and this woman seemed very nice. "My name's Bunny. Bunny Briefs!" she introduced herself. Gojita smiled up at the woman, a genuine smile.
"Gojita."
"Oh my! What an original and authentic name!" she gushed. Gojita dropped her head as she felt her face get even hotter. She actually…liked Bunny.
"Mom!" scolded Bulma. "Put her down! Stop harassing her!"
"Oh, don't worry about it dear!" she said. "I just want Gojita to help me out here with a little tasting."
"Tasting?" asked Gojita.
"Hai, I'm baking for Pan and I want to know what you think of my cookies and cakes." She smiled down at the chibi. "You will, won't you?" Gojita was silent for a moment, eyes wide. She had never had any cookies or cakes other than her tousan's, and it would be nice to try some. Besides…I'm also kinda hungry. She reminded herself. She grinned up at Bunny before nodding.
"Hai!" For the next half an hour, Gojita sat in the kitchen with Bunny, sampling some of her best bakes. There were jam tarts, cherry pies, banana cream pies, blueberry cheesecakes, ginger cookies, chocolate chip cookies, fruit tarts, pancakes, glazed donuts, double chocolate and fudge cakes and many more! Gojita only sampled a bit of each, but she could tell that she'd definitely be back for more. By the time she had finished sampling, she was half full. Hey, she's a full-blooded saiyan…she can handle a hell of a lot more!
She wiped the corner of her mouth as Bulma stared at her.
"Mmmm! That was delicious Mrs Briefs!"
"Please dear, I've told you a number of times already, call me Bunny."
"Okay." She said. Neither noticed that open mouth stare that Bulma was giving Gojita. It was obvious to them that they weren't keeping track of all the food she was eating, but Bulma was. "By the way, Bunny, may I please have a pitcher of water?"
"Sure thing dear." She said. That was one of the things that Gojita discovered about Bunny. She never really asked any questions.
"Oh, can you make it two?"
"No problem!" Bunny returned a few minutes later with two full pitchers of crystal clear water. "Here we go, Gojita honey!" Gojita smiled in return as she wrapped the bobbles around her wrist and took the pitchers.
"Dom arigato, Bunny."
"You're welcome dear!" she chirped as Gojita trotted out of the room, balancing the pitchers perfectly. All the while, she was receiving odd stares from Bulma. She has to be Vegeta's second child! She thought, totally convince that there was no way a chibi could sit and eat through all that without looking ill by the quarter way mark, with the exception of a saiyan. She just has to be his child! Like we said before, Bulma; close enough…
Gojita ran out the house with the two pitchers, avoiding everyone who got in her way in fear of spilling the water. She ran on until she spotted a familiar Namek sitting by the edge by the trees.
"Piccolo!!" she called out to him. Piccolo turned his head to see the tiny saiyan chibi come nimbly bounding around, perfectly balancing two water pitchers filled to the brim. She hopped along until she stopped in front of him. "Here we go!"
"You mean, you went and got this for me?"
"Hai so desu." she nodded.
"But why did it take a whole forty five minutes?" he asked curiously.
"Well, as I went into the kitchen to get you a glass of water, I met Bunny Briefs. She asked to me to just…umm…sample a few things?"
"Such as…?"
"Er…hehehehe…I can't remember." She blushed embarrassedly. Piccolo sweatdropped and fell over. "Hey! It's not my fault there was so much cookies and cakes!" He looked down at her.
"Okay, whatever." He said as he accepted the first pitcher of water. As the water touched his dry lips and slipped down his parched throat, he realised just how thirsty he was. Without waiting for another second, he downed the pitcher. He pulled back after he tried to sup the last of the precious water droplets to see a smirking Gojita. "I told you, you would be thirsty." Piccolo snorted, but then a smile crept up on his face.
"Hn, and you were right." He admitted.
"Do you want the other?" she asked teasingly as she waved it in front of him, just out of his reach.
"Hai."
"Are you sure?"
"Hai!" he yelped, reaching for the water, only to have Gojita take a step away.
"Really sure?"
"Gojita," he growled, baring his long fangs. "Give me the pitcher!" Gojita just smirked.
"But don't you want the water?" Piccolo growled, and Gojita growled in return, baring her own extra long fangs. "Fine. I was just teasing anyway." She said as she handed him the water. Piccolo downed that one as well, and was soon feeling well sated. "Saa."
"Saa?"
"Saa, now that you've finished drinking…can you do my hair for me?" Piccolo's eyes bugged out.
"NANI??!!"
"Onegai? I was going to wear my dragonball bobbles," she said as she showed him her four precious dragonballs. "But I just can't do my hair up."
"It's too long. I told you that you should cut it." Gojita glared at him.
"No way! I am most certainly not cutting my hair!" Piccolo rolled his eyes as he picked her up by her waist and placed her between his legs.
"Give them here." He said. She obediently handed him the dragonballs and he began to put her hair up.
Not far off, Goku decided to go wandering out. He had overheard Bulma saying to Chichi that she could come out of the medical lab now, and Goku didn't want to be around when she accused him of punching her. So he decided to take a trip outside and see if he could spot his favorite chibi saiyan. Hmm…let's see. She's like Vegeta when they first encounter someone new, so I guess she'll be off somewhere, being reclusive. Goku scanned pasted the crowds of playful seven year old, but couldn't spot her. That's strange…she should be here…Goku's thought's were stopped short when he saw Gojita…sitting between Piccolo's legs and he was doing up her hair!! He didn't know why, but he suddenly let loose a dangerous and low growl. He was jealous. Jealous and possessive. Gojita is mine!!! He thought, totally infuriated that Piccolo had some nerve to act like her mother when he was. No one else can touch her except me and Vegeta!! He snarled in thought. He tried to restrain himself from rushing over, clipping Piccolo in the jaw and then grabbing Gojita and stalking off, and he managed to cool it down to just stomping over.
Gojita could feel this sudden rush of jealousy and maternal protection, but she couldn't identify where it was coming from. She knew it had to be someone close by. But tousan is far from here, and he wouldn't have any reason for Piccolo to be doing up my hair. It was only when she looked up and saw Goku did she realise that it was him that was feeling jealous. Uh-oh! Kaasan doesn't look too happy! I just hope he doesn't wring Piccolo's neck for this! Goku stepped up to them and cast his shadow upon them. Both looked up to see Goku smiling at them, but they could both see that it was a false smile, plastered on. In his eyes, they could see he was deeply glaring at Piccolo.
"Hi there, Piccolo." He said coolly, a hint of 'what the fuck are you doing' in his voice.
"Uhh…hi Goku."
"I see you've met Gojita." He continued smoothly. If neither knew any better, they'd both say he was acting just like Vegeta!
"Umm…hai. I've known her for quite a while now." He replied, knowing that Goku was Gojita's biological mother. He thought that would bring an understanding, but the glare deepened at the smile was forced more so.
"I see." He said icily. "Well, I can see it must be a bother to do her hair, as you've done one ball completely asymmetrical to the other one." Piccolo could not help but notice that the usually easy-going burly saiyan's voice held a hint of hostility and attitude.
"Oh."
"But don't worry," he continued, falsely cheerful. "I'll do it for you." He bent down and picked up Gojita, who did not object, bu instead welcomed the arms around her. He lifted her up and started to walk back to the house when Piccolo objected, very confused by Goku's sudden actions.
"But, Goku…"
"I said," he hissed through clenched teeth, finally letting his saiyan emotions get the better of him. "I'll do it." Piccolo didn't know what was going on, but he was certainly scared by Goku's actions towards him. He had his eyes narrowed and was glaring at him like he had before they became allies, but this was not filled with determination to rid evil. This glare was filled with hatred, anger and determination to wipe him off the face of the earth if he touched her again. After narrowing his eyes at Piccolo for a final time, he turned on his heel and walked back to the house, Gojita lavishing and basking in the attention she was getting by just being held in his arms.
