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Damn! I still don't own DBZ!
I was wrong.
It took 68 kamehameha waves before I was drained enough to walk into the house, too tired to burst into the rage that had a hold of me for over six hours. The sun had risen by the time that I started heading towards the house after venting my frustrations and anger.
As I laid my hand on the screen door, I stopped to search for any sign of that bastard Yamcha approaching the island. Nothing. I reached out my sense to find the coward. He was still at home, and wasn't moving around much. I knew he wasn't seriously hurt or dead, so I attuned my senses more to see why he wasn't moving. He was sitting on his couch, staring at the floor. There are a few advantages to being able to detect ki other than just being able to tell where a person is. If you concentrate hard enough, you can also sense the emotions of a person. Emotion and ki go hand in hand after all. Aw, he's upset. That's really too bad.
A smirk crossed my face that would make Vegeta proud. I used an ability that Roshi had taught Goku and me when I was younger, the ability to temporarily control another person's ki. The catch is that you can't use you own ki while in control of theirs, and it has to be someone weaker than you. Yamcha suddenly found himself throw against the wall of his home by his own power, and then lifted and slammed face first into the ceiling then dropped to the floor. That certainly lifted my spirits for the moment. In the back of my mind I thought that had been a bit cruel, but then I remembered what he did. So I got over it.
I walked into the house to find my wife holding my sleeping daughter in her arms. 18 looked up to meet my eyes. I expected anger to show in those ice blue orbs. But instead I found confusion, and sympathy. The sympathy was for us both. She gently laid Marron down on the couch to rest. I looked down on the girl who had caused me so much pain in the last couple of hours, and was surprised that no anger burst forward. I only felt love for her. That made me smile a bit, even though she would have a lot of explaining to do. I felt slender arms wrap around me from behind and my wife's sweet breath on my neck. "Let's go outside and talk." I said quietly to avoid waking our child.
"Okay." She started walking out towards the beach, and I moved towards the couch.
I kneeled down and brushed some hair out of Marron's face. I whispered into her ear. "I love you, Marron. Please know that I always will love you." She rustled a little on the couch before I went outside to join my wife.
18 was waiting for me in the lawn chairs, and I sat down to join her looking at the sparkling ocean that surrounded Kami island. We didn't say anything for a few minutes. The I decided to get the ball rolling.
"So I take it she told you everything?" I turned to meet her reply.
She looked over at me, a slight smile on her face. "Well, she got around to it after she cried for about three hours. But yeah, she told me."
I frowned. "I didn't mean to make her cry."
18 took my hand in hers. "I know."
I squeezed her hand, and chuckled. "Once again, I don't know what to do."
18 paused for a minute, then slowly let spoke. "Should we give them a chance?"
I growled at that thought, surprising my wife. "I'll take that as a 'no'." she said
"You know what hurts the most 18? Yamcha betraying our friendship. I mean, I've known him since I was a kid! We've fought together for years, always watching out for each other. That's what kills me." I stood up and kicked at the sand. "And all the questions! What caused all this? Did he come after her? Or she after him? For Kami's sake, he was at the hospital when she was born! Why would they do this?!" I was starting to fell that anger rise again.
Eighteen calmly rose from her seat. "She didn't give me an answer to any of those questions, honey. But will figure all of this out later. You need some rest, you look terrible."
I looked down at myself, realizing I was still in my pajamas, and that their were specks of plaster and dust all over me. I did look bad. I was also exhausted, both physically and mentally. I turned to my wife, and saw she looked tired as well. "Yeah, let's go get some sleep. We'll talk to Marron later. We will figure out what to do."
Damn! I still don't own DBZ!
I was wrong.
It took 68 kamehameha waves before I was drained enough to walk into the house, too tired to burst into the rage that had a hold of me for over six hours. The sun had risen by the time that I started heading towards the house after venting my frustrations and anger.
As I laid my hand on the screen door, I stopped to search for any sign of that bastard Yamcha approaching the island. Nothing. I reached out my sense to find the coward. He was still at home, and wasn't moving around much. I knew he wasn't seriously hurt or dead, so I attuned my senses more to see why he wasn't moving. He was sitting on his couch, staring at the floor. There are a few advantages to being able to detect ki other than just being able to tell where a person is. If you concentrate hard enough, you can also sense the emotions of a person. Emotion and ki go hand in hand after all. Aw, he's upset. That's really too bad.
A smirk crossed my face that would make Vegeta proud. I used an ability that Roshi had taught Goku and me when I was younger, the ability to temporarily control another person's ki. The catch is that you can't use you own ki while in control of theirs, and it has to be someone weaker than you. Yamcha suddenly found himself throw against the wall of his home by his own power, and then lifted and slammed face first into the ceiling then dropped to the floor. That certainly lifted my spirits for the moment. In the back of my mind I thought that had been a bit cruel, but then I remembered what he did. So I got over it.
I walked into the house to find my wife holding my sleeping daughter in her arms. 18 looked up to meet my eyes. I expected anger to show in those ice blue orbs. But instead I found confusion, and sympathy. The sympathy was for us both. She gently laid Marron down on the couch to rest. I looked down on the girl who had caused me so much pain in the last couple of hours, and was surprised that no anger burst forward. I only felt love for her. That made me smile a bit, even though she would have a lot of explaining to do. I felt slender arms wrap around me from behind and my wife's sweet breath on my neck. "Let's go outside and talk." I said quietly to avoid waking our child.
"Okay." She started walking out towards the beach, and I moved towards the couch.
I kneeled down and brushed some hair out of Marron's face. I whispered into her ear. "I love you, Marron. Please know that I always will love you." She rustled a little on the couch before I went outside to join my wife.
18 was waiting for me in the lawn chairs, and I sat down to join her looking at the sparkling ocean that surrounded Kami island. We didn't say anything for a few minutes. The I decided to get the ball rolling.
"So I take it she told you everything?" I turned to meet her reply.
She looked over at me, a slight smile on her face. "Well, she got around to it after she cried for about three hours. But yeah, she told me."
I frowned. "I didn't mean to make her cry."
18 took my hand in hers. "I know."
I squeezed her hand, and chuckled. "Once again, I don't know what to do."
18 paused for a minute, then slowly let spoke. "Should we give them a chance?"
I growled at that thought, surprising my wife. "I'll take that as a 'no'." she said
"You know what hurts the most 18? Yamcha betraying our friendship. I mean, I've known him since I was a kid! We've fought together for years, always watching out for each other. That's what kills me." I stood up and kicked at the sand. "And all the questions! What caused all this? Did he come after her? Or she after him? For Kami's sake, he was at the hospital when she was born! Why would they do this?!" I was starting to fell that anger rise again.
Eighteen calmly rose from her seat. "She didn't give me an answer to any of those questions, honey. But will figure all of this out later. You need some rest, you look terrible."
I looked down at myself, realizing I was still in my pajamas, and that their were specks of plaster and dust all over me. I did look bad. I was also exhausted, both physically and mentally. I turned to my wife, and saw she looked tired as well. "Yeah, let's go get some sleep. We'll talk to Marron later. We will figure out what to do."