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Chapter 4:

"Seventeen." he answered, not sure why he responded to the girls demands.

Bura didn't seem to be impressed or surprised by the answer. Her frown remained on her face, a face which seemed to be pretty enough, if only it wasn't covered with black make up. If only the owner of the face would laugh.

She had no idea. Bura was wrong to think that Seventeen was just an ordinary guy. She had spotted him flying and got curious. It wasn't that often she found random people flying through the air.

Seventeen studied the girl quickly. He had no data on her, but her features reminded him of someone. He did not know who. And he wondered why that stupid frown and idiotic smirk wouldn't disappear from that face. This girl was odd. He considered her looks 'pretty', yet the natural look had vanished completely because of her clothing and make up. She tried to be something she wasn't.

But what did he care, anyway.

He flipped his hair back and sighed.

"Listen, Bura. I'm going THAT way" he stated, nodding in the direction behind the girl. She didn't move an inch. Instead, she focused even more on him.

He frowned.

"Are you deaf?" he said, making an attempt to move past her. She shook her head and followed his motion.

"I'm not deaf. I'm interested. Stay. Talk." she smirked.

She definitely reminded him of someone now. And he couldn't help but admire her guts. She obviously didn't know who she was dealing with. He replied the smirk and moved closer to her, close enough for his breath to tickle her skin.

"I could kill you in an instant." he whispered.

The girl nodded softly. "You could. " she answered. "But you don't want to."

Seventeen chuckled and looked at her. "You're right. Would be a waste of time. And a waste of such a pretty girl."

She crossed her arms and glared at him. "Pretty isn't the word to describe me, boy."

The android remained silent, as the wind blew some of his long black hair in his face. He sighed with annoyance and stretched.

"And I'm not a boy." he replied. "You should know better than to call me names like that"

Bra giggled. Something that didn't fit her appereance. It made Seventeen uncertain as well. Was she playing with him? Was she serious? What was she doing anyway? Who was she? And why was he still here?

"I'm kidding." she grinned and nodded. "Go on, go then, if you want."

Seventeen's eyes widened, causing the girl to laugh out loud. "You ARE a stranger. Go on, before I get impatient." she said again, but the man didn't leave.

Suddenly, a smile played on his face. Bura frowned. What was he about?

"I'm bored." he said, bluntly. Bura stared at him.

"And this affects me how?" She asked him, suddenly less interested in the mysterious man in front of her.

He ignored her arrogant tone and smirked. "You could entertain me. It's been a while since I've been.." he paused. "Well.. here." he continued.

"What makes you say I want to entertain you? What makes you say I like you?"

He shook his head and pointed down. "I never said you liked me. I never said I liked you. I'm just bored and you are annoying yourself and me. Why not show me around while you're at it?"

She looked down at what he meant. It was her car. She looked back up and observed him again. He was serious. He wanted her to show him around. She would, maybe. But there was a small problem..

"It's not possible." she said, and softly bit her lip.

"Why not?" Seventeen asked, looking at the car. "It seems to be in a perfect state. Brand new, eh?" he asked, his emotionless eyes looking a lot clearer than usual.

Bura nodded, trying to look indifferent. But a blush appeared on her cheeks, as she looked away.

He frowned. "What then?"

"I can't drive yet." she whispered, her tough attitude seemed to have vanished completely. But she snapped up before Seventeen could respond and glared at him.

"One comment and you'll pay. "

He shrugged. "I'll drive then." he said and floated down, not waiting for an answer.

"Where's Bura?"

"How would I know? I've been away all day."

"It's late. She *knows* I want her home early."

"She *also* knows you can't get mad at her, so there's no reason to listen to you."

"Shut up."

"It's the truth, and you know it."

"Hn."

Vegeta wrapped his arm around Bulma's waist and squeezed, a little too hard for comfort. His way of saying he enjoyed their arguements. Bulma both smiled and rolled her eyes. He was rude. But she got used to it. She knew, however, how he felt towards Bura. And Bura was foolish to betray his trust.

She shook her head at the thought of her daughter. How she had changed so much, the last few years. She hardly recognised her at times. And still, she wasn't sure if Bura was acting, or if she really had changed.

Did she want attention? Did she want to be different? Or did she just want to annoy the crap out of her mother.

Bura was lucky she was daddy's little girl, still. Would it have been Trunks, he would have been dead. She felt Vegeta's breath in her neck, noticing he was still standing there. Holding her in a protective and possessive way, obviously thinking about Bura.

If the girl didn't hurry, he would go and look for her. And if he found her, the boy she was with, was dead.

Of course she was with a boy. Or a girl. Or alone, doing illegal things. Or with so-called friends, doing even more illegal things.

Either way, someone else would be in trouble if her father caught her. Vegeta was just too stubborn to admit she wasn't the old Bura anymore. Her precious little daughter. She missed that old Bura. A weak smile appeared on her face, thinking back to when she was just a little girl. Little Bura, innocent as ever, cheering for her daddy.

After Gokou left, everything changed. Not only in the Son family, but also in hers. Gokou was important for everyone, and his absence affected even little Bura. Because her sons best friend changed. Trunks changed. Bura changed because everyone else was different.

But was that a reason to hate the world, like she did?

"You think too much, onna." Vegeta said, in that voice she didn't hear that often. A *caring* voice. She playfully punched him.

"That's new for you?" she asked, releasing herself from his harsh embrace. With a wink that didn't make the Saiyan blush or blink she walked to the table. As she dialed the number of Bura's cell phone, Vegeta shook his head and left the room, not less worried, but amused, nonetheless.

In another part of the city, the Son residence was filled with excitement. After a warm welcome from Krillin, who wasn't mad at all, Goku felt slightly better. It was obvious Krillin wasn't mad, but had missed Goku *a lot*. But being the good person he was, he didn't blame anyone. Not him, or Uubu, like Pan did.

Dinner was like old times, and caused the Son family to loosen up a bit. Uubu was finally able to tell the story of his family, and how he ended up at the tournament, many years ago.

While they continued the small talk after dinner, Goku silently left them behind, to think.

In the 13 years he was away, he had been awaiting the day he would return home. He would walk up to a smiling Chi Chi, hug her tightly and start eating the enormous meal she prepared for him. Because she knew how he loved to eat, almost as much as he loved her.

But there was no meal. And there was no smiling Chi Chi waiting for him. The woman he had learned to love was smiling in someone elses arms.

The Saiyan blinked at his own thoughts. He had  *learned* to love. That's how he described it. And he knew he was right. Chi Chi practically forced him to marry him. He got used to her company as a boy and fell in love with her love for him. She was obsessed with him, and he loved the caring woman.

She left him for someone else.

Gokou rubbed the back of his head. All of this confused him. He didn't know if he had to be upset or angry. If he had to accept it and move on, or take revenge on Yamcha. He didn't know.

He stared at his son and Videl snuggling on the couch. They were in love, still. A bit painful to see, but he was glad.

Suddenly, the confused look on his face turned into a frown. He finally got the chance to think on things, and he didn't like those things one bit.

When Pan returned, she had brought Uubu with her, to his surprise. He quickly introduced him to Videl, Bulma and Toru and then it was time for the awkward silences. Eventually, Vegeta grew restless and wanted to go home. Bulma yelled at him, but left almost immediately. It didn't feel the same. Bulma was different. She obviously grew closer to Vegeta.

He shook his head. Everyone changed so much, it was infuriating. He never realized that they needed him so much. Goku never thought that they would change so much without him. It almost made him *afraid* to meet anyone else.

"Erm."

Gokou looked up and saw his grandson.

"Toru. Isn't it a bit late?"

"Nah. I don't need much sleep anyways. I was just curious, you look a bit sad."

"Hmm. No need to worry about me." Gokou faked a smile and kneeled down to face Toru.

"You look a lot like Uncle Goten when he was little" Toru told him.

"I think you mean Goten looks like me. I AM his father, after all."

"Yeah, but I've never seen pictures of you. I've never seen you until today."

"Your mom and dad never showed you pictures of me?"

Toru shook his head. "Nu uh. There aren't any, I think. I only knew what you looked like because Pan told me."

"Pan. She doesn't hate me, does she?" He seemed to be asking that question a lot, this day.

"I don't think so. Why would she constantly think about you, if she hated you?"

"I -"

"She's very sad. And she can be very bitchy when she's sad. She used to cry, too. But I think she gave that up."

"Hah.." he said softly. "Thank you, Toru."

"Huh? For what Grandpa?"

"Heh, for being about the only person who's not mad at me. You're a good kid, you know."

Before Goku could continue, his grandson caught him in a hug.

"Toru, you should go to bed." Goku chuckled.

His grandson let go and nodded.  "I know. I just.."

Goku nodded and stood up. "I know" he said, his face showing a serious expression. He couldn't act cheerful anymore. There was no reason to be cheerful.

Pan sat on the couch in front of Uubu. If she raised her head a little, she could see her grandfather in the hallway. She smiled when she saw Toru hugging him. No matter what *she* thought about him, she was glad her brother had his grandfather back.

Now, if only she could have hers back, as well.

It was then, when Pan realized she was staring right at Uubu. He looked at her with a slight frown, and she blinked. Looking away quickly, she earned a grin from him.

She wanted to punch that grin right of his face.

Why was she so aggressive towards Uubu? Pan didn't really know. If you looked closer, you'd see that Uubu was a really handsome young man. Not only that, he was also one of the purest of heart. Goku wasn't a complete idiot when he decided to leave everyone behind. Of course Uubu had potential.

But Pan had decided she hated him. Uubu was everything she hated. The reason everything changed. And every time she told herself this, there was this little voice which told her it *wasn't* his fault. She would argue with herself over that. It *wasn't* his fault, but it was easy to blame him. She wanted to blame someone.

"Pan? How about you take this stuff into the kitchen." Videl suggested.

"And ask Uubu to help you with the mess. You two *are* the young ones around, so help us out a little."

Pan rolled her eyes. It was a bit obvious, but she agreed nonetheless. She gathered the plates and showed Uubu the way to kitchen.

And as if Uubu knew what she was thinking, when they were alone in the kitchen, he said :

"It was wrong of Goku to leave you for so long. But I really couldn't help it" In a way, offering a sincere apology for his sensei.

She could only agree with him. Then, in a moment of weakness, she told him it wasn't really his fault. It made Uubu smile, and she immediately regretted it. So instead of being nice, she warned him that this didn't mean she was going to like him.

Uubu laughed at her, friendly. He was more than willing to try and befriend the granddaughter of hi teacher, but was failing miserably.

Uubu had left the kitchen and went to the spare bedroom which was offered to him. But before he could fall asleep he heard two soft voices arguing. At first he thought it was Gohan, Goku's son and his wife. But then he recognized the hissing sound of Pans voice. He frowned and walked to the window, only to find Pan and Goku talking to each other underneath. He couldn't quite hear the conversation, but he did catch some phrases.

"I just - "

"Pan, it wasn't personal, and you have got to stop seeing it that way. Do you think I like what has happened?"

"But Grandpa, what did you expect? You left, even without an *EXPLENATION!*"

Even Uubu cringed when she raised her whispering voice. He knew about her temper. Goku told him about his granddaughter. When she was just 4 year old she could easily defeat her 17 year old uncle. But you could also make her cry by taking something away from her that she liked.

Like a grandfather.

He shook his head and looked the girl. He had seen her when he was just a boy. He remembered the funny girl. She was adorable, but he was too busy at that time to really pay attention to the match. But in those 13 years, he and Goku did a lot more than just fighting each other. Even though his strenght had improved so much, he learned more than just fighting techniques.

In a way, the Son family had become his own. To him, at least. Goku shared the stories time and time again. Uubu knew how much he cared for his family and friends. He *knew* how fond he was of his granddaughter. Son Pan. She was 17, but he thought her to be really mature for her age. He didn't know about girls, he had spend his entire life living on an island, away from the real world. But it seemed to him that even though she had developed several curves and could be considered pretty, she neglected her body and looks.

He blushed at the thought alone. Yes, you could definitely call Pan pretty. Not beautiful, but pretty. She had something. And not only by looks, but also her strength was attractive. But he wouldn't dream of asking her to spar some time. She could kill him by just looking at her.

Why did she have to *hate* him so much?

As Goten walked back home, he kept thinking things over. He couldn't believe his father was back. He couldn't believe everything went so fast. Goten had sorted things out. He planned his life. He made it. He got everything he wanted, everything he needed. From an irresponsible teenage boy who got his ass kicked by his 4 year old niece, he changed into a mature, settled 30 year old man. Only one thing went wrong.

He fell in love with Trunks.

Goten took a left and walked slowly along the lonely road. He did that often. Walking. It was what humans did, when they needed to think. When something troubled them. And something had been troubling Goten for a long time. He never asked to be *gay*. He never wanted to feel something in *that* way for his best friend. And he did feel something special for Paresu. But it broke his heart when she chose him.

And it hurt even more that Trunks chose her.

So they left. They kept in touch, sometimes they would visit. But Trunks felt how Goten and he grew apart. And Paresu may looked somewhat stupid, but she was smart enough to figure out it was too painful to hang around Goten. And the couple moved away from the city, away from Goten who never actually *confessed* his feelings towards Trunks.

It left him slightly bitter, and lonely too.

He never cared for other men, the way he had cared for Trunks. He never found someone who was equally in looks, personality or strength. He never found another guy who made him feel *crushed*. But this afternoon, when he stood outside Gohans house, he had seen someone. While he had been talking with his brother and Vegeta, he saw someone who caught his attention. None of the others noticed, and it was just a glimpse, but he noticed him because of two things.

For one thing, he was able to fly. And the second; he was *hot*.

He chuckled at his own thoughts, but was serious nonetheless. Ever since Trunks, he had never felt anything for a guy OR a girl. He had never had that certain vibe, anymore. He didn't date, he didn't flirt. But when he caught a glimpse of that person, his mind practically screamed "HOT GUY".

At that exact moment, a car drove past him. He looked up, not really interested and stood still in shock. Again, two things. One, he saw Bura Briefs in the car. He hadn't seen her in ages, but could recognize the young girl he used to tease, anywhere. And two, she was in the car with *that* guy.