A/N: This is a fic that will have it's own story line. ^-^. I thought it would be fun to write about if Goku had a daughter. I hope I'm not diving into a pool cliché's if so gawd help me please. Anyway I'm sure you don't wanna here my jabbing, read on and enjoy.
Home is Where the Heart is
Prolong
Dear Diary, 10/14/03
I never asked for too much. Have I? I don't think so. I have always done my chores and was a polite girl. I always gotten good grades. And my life seemed nothing less than perfect. We were a perfect family. Just me, Dad, Gohan, and mom. Everyday was like waking up to a cheesy T.V. show. My T.V show; that I wouldn't trade for the world. And, I thought that it would always be just like that- and never change.
But it appears I was wrong. Terribly wrong. A few years back my father- the most strongest, nicest, pure hearted man in the world- died. He was destroyed or should we say tricked by the stupid bug, Cell. I HATE CELL I HOPE HE IS ROTTING IN HELL!!!....heh, that was somewhat besides the point though.....
Any ways, when dad died, the family died. Well, at least MY version of the family did. Mom, Gohan and Goten seems, they live in there own world perfectly fine....... without me.... Mom and I always argue- most of the time I don't know why we are arguing. What I DO know is, I can't stand her. And she can't stand me.
Goten, my stupid younger brother gets on my last nerves. I can't stand him. Sometimes I wish he wasn't born. But I do love him- supposedly.... I guess sometimes I tend to take my frustrations out on him because he reminds me of dad. It hurts to just look at him-everything about him including his looks, is like dad. But still, he gets on my LAST, LAST, LAST nerves; lil' brat always getting me in trouble (as if I need help in that department).
Gohan, seems to hold us all together like glue. He doesn't let us argu for to long. He usually calms me down when I'm really angry. Or talk to me when I'm lonely. He cheers me up- he's the perfect big brother, and he's the only one that understands me. But now he has started high school (which was totally un-fair because I have to get tutored by mom still- which by the way is a bummer). And now he has his own life going on. Just the other day he went out on a date with a girl named...Angela..... (well, at least I think thats her name). It sucks. I must admit I'm jealous. I want Gohan to myself, and I never want to share him- unfortunately I can't control that. Sometimes when he doesn't understand me (or not on my side) I feel hurt- like a pride wound or something. The whole point is I can never have anything to myself. For myself. Just for me. I'm not trying to be selfish but I want something that I can rightfully call mines.
I miss the good old days. Where my father had just been kicked out of the house for eating a cake, whole- the days when I could hear him counting his push ups, and sparring in the back yard. Mom singing a sweet tone, and cooking up something delicious in the kitchen-or brushing my hair with a big hard hair brush, telling me a story, her father had once told her. Gohan (when he belonged to me) and I swimming in a nearby lake, catching a huge silver cat fish or sneaking out of the ours rooms so we didn't have to do homework- and then getting in trouble by mom, and trying not to snicker during her long boring lectures. Those where the good days before Goten came along to take my tittle as the "baby of the family".
Yea, those where the good days. Now there aren't any goods days. At least for me there isn't. ALL I want is to be apart of my family again. All I want is my dad to come back home. Am I asking for to much? why does every one have a father at home to love them but me? I love my father, and yet I hate him all the same. He leaves me, and tells me not to cry. Not to cry? he sold out on me! always being so... so....righteous. He leaves, and says for me to be strong.....
You told me to be strong ,dad, You told me to watch after mom. But dad, you were my strength and my will to carry on. And I haven't seen you in so many years....too many years. I just want you to ruffle my hair. Smile down at me. I want you to lifted me on your strong shoulders. I miss that. In fact I wouldn't care if I got to see you just for a split second- as long as I was able to see you again; thats all that would matter. Thats all I want. I wished on a shooting star so many times, and my dreams never come true. I'm not asking for the impossible....... or maybe I am. I don't know anything any more. All I know is I want things to be how they use to be
Dad, come home.
Home is Where the Heart is
Prolong
Dear Diary, 10/14/03
I never asked for too much. Have I? I don't think so. I have always done my chores and was a polite girl. I always gotten good grades. And my life seemed nothing less than perfect. We were a perfect family. Just me, Dad, Gohan, and mom. Everyday was like waking up to a cheesy T.V. show. My T.V show; that I wouldn't trade for the world. And, I thought that it would always be just like that- and never change.
But it appears I was wrong. Terribly wrong. A few years back my father- the most strongest, nicest, pure hearted man in the world- died. He was destroyed or should we say tricked by the stupid bug, Cell. I HATE CELL I HOPE HE IS ROTTING IN HELL!!!....heh, that was somewhat besides the point though.....
Any ways, when dad died, the family died. Well, at least MY version of the family did. Mom, Gohan and Goten seems, they live in there own world perfectly fine....... without me.... Mom and I always argue- most of the time I don't know why we are arguing. What I DO know is, I can't stand her. And she can't stand me.
Goten, my stupid younger brother gets on my last nerves. I can't stand him. Sometimes I wish he wasn't born. But I do love him- supposedly.... I guess sometimes I tend to take my frustrations out on him because he reminds me of dad. It hurts to just look at him-everything about him including his looks, is like dad. But still, he gets on my LAST, LAST, LAST nerves; lil' brat always getting me in trouble (as if I need help in that department).
Gohan, seems to hold us all together like glue. He doesn't let us argu for to long. He usually calms me down when I'm really angry. Or talk to me when I'm lonely. He cheers me up- he's the perfect big brother, and he's the only one that understands me. But now he has started high school (which was totally un-fair because I have to get tutored by mom still- which by the way is a bummer). And now he has his own life going on. Just the other day he went out on a date with a girl named...Angela..... (well, at least I think thats her name). It sucks. I must admit I'm jealous. I want Gohan to myself, and I never want to share him- unfortunately I can't control that. Sometimes when he doesn't understand me (or not on my side) I feel hurt- like a pride wound or something. The whole point is I can never have anything to myself. For myself. Just for me. I'm not trying to be selfish but I want something that I can rightfully call mines.
I miss the good old days. Where my father had just been kicked out of the house for eating a cake, whole- the days when I could hear him counting his push ups, and sparring in the back yard. Mom singing a sweet tone, and cooking up something delicious in the kitchen-or brushing my hair with a big hard hair brush, telling me a story, her father had once told her. Gohan (when he belonged to me) and I swimming in a nearby lake, catching a huge silver cat fish or sneaking out of the ours rooms so we didn't have to do homework- and then getting in trouble by mom, and trying not to snicker during her long boring lectures. Those where the good days before Goten came along to take my tittle as the "baby of the family".
Yea, those where the good days. Now there aren't any goods days. At least for me there isn't. ALL I want is to be apart of my family again. All I want is my dad to come back home. Am I asking for to much? why does every one have a father at home to love them but me? I love my father, and yet I hate him all the same. He leaves me, and tells me not to cry. Not to cry? he sold out on me! always being so... so....righteous. He leaves, and says for me to be strong.....
You told me to be strong ,dad, You told me to watch after mom. But dad, you were my strength and my will to carry on. And I haven't seen you in so many years....too many years. I just want you to ruffle my hair. Smile down at me. I want you to lifted me on your strong shoulders. I miss that. In fact I wouldn't care if I got to see you just for a split second- as long as I was able to see you again; thats all that would matter. Thats all I want. I wished on a shooting star so many times, and my dreams never come true. I'm not asking for the impossible....... or maybe I am. I don't know anything any more. All I know is I want things to be how they use to be
Dad, come home.