Dragonball Z
Lacerations
Chapter 1: Disappointment
Pan stood in a small valley, her arms at her sides, and her eyes closed. She was preparing. Slowly, her breath quickened, as a red aura surrounded her thin 15 year old body. Pan began to power up, yelling at the top of her lungs.
The aura grew larger, as she powered up even more, beginning to reach her higher power. After many seconds of screaming, she gasped for a quick breath, before yelling even more...and gathering her power. She sensed the rocks falling from the valley's high ridges...she was almost there. She just would need to harness her rage.
She gathered her rage in her heart, all of the rage in her very essence together. She concentrated it into one thought. Pan's normal hair flashed into the unnatural Super Saiyan yellow for just a moment, before returning back into black. She was almost there...she felt it.
Pan continued to push all the rage and anger to new limits. She thought of the unfairness of Grandpa Goku leaving. Of her dad, Gohan, who had not been around for her. Her thoughts of Trunks, her love for him, and how he didn't realize how much she liked him.
Pan's hair pulsed yellow again, for just a second, then returned to normal. Then, another flash of the coveted Super Saiyan hair appeared, then sparked into nothingness. She felt power begin to diminish, and her aura begin to grow smaller. Then, completely drop.
Pan breathed heavily, as she fell to one knee, overcome with exhaustion. Powering up multiple times a day was hard on the body. Pan frowned, then punched the ground with her fist out of disappointment.
"Damn it," Pan tiredly muttered.
Pan looked up into the sky, slowly, searching for the answer. She knew she'd never find it there, but...she had tried everything else. She paused, thinking, that maybe Grandpa Goku was looking down on her from wherever he was.
Suddenly, she sensed a familiar power flying towards her. She looked behind her, at her father, Gohan. A hatred arose in her, as she clenched her fists. Her dad hardly counted as a father. Never around, making standards impossible for her to reach...he expected to much. She still blamed him for Goku's leaving.
Gohan landed gracefully beside her. He glanced at her, attempting a smile, hoping that she would return it with one of her own. Pan just glared, wishing that he would drop dead right before her eyes.
"Uh...Pan?"
"No dad, I didn't make it," Pan replied, referring to reaching Super Saiyan. If this is why he had come, he had wasted his time. If she did become a Super Saiyan, he'd be the last to know.
"Well...that wasn't why, I came. Since you missed last week's barbeque...I was hoping that you'd come this time...the family's getting somewhat worried,"
"I'll think about that," Pan said, leaping up into the air. Gohan grasped her ankle quickly.
"I'm getting worried-"
"Screw you!" Pan said, kicking her way free.
Gohan sighed, as he watched her fly off into the distance. He cursed under his breath. He had never had intentions for her to get mad at him. Had he, as a parent, failed?
Pan soared through the air, furiously. She knew she was holding back something. An emotion that was hidden, or something, it wasn't her fault. She could make it, she would make it. No problem.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!!!" Pan screamed into the wind. She couldn't fool herself, she was never going to make it to a Super Saiyan.
"Why...why...why me?" She muttered to herself.
However, uknown to her, she was being monitered by familier eyes. Eyes that belong to a powerfull fighter.
Note: Yeah...this is what my story is. This is meant more as of an emotional DBZ story, then fighting. HOLD IT!!! Get back there...there will be fighting. I intend for it to be extremely well plotted, and specific, and detailed. Just give me a while.
Lacerations
Chapter 1: Disappointment
Pan stood in a small valley, her arms at her sides, and her eyes closed. She was preparing. Slowly, her breath quickened, as a red aura surrounded her thin 15 year old body. Pan began to power up, yelling at the top of her lungs.
The aura grew larger, as she powered up even more, beginning to reach her higher power. After many seconds of screaming, she gasped for a quick breath, before yelling even more...and gathering her power. She sensed the rocks falling from the valley's high ridges...she was almost there. She just would need to harness her rage.
She gathered her rage in her heart, all of the rage in her very essence together. She concentrated it into one thought. Pan's normal hair flashed into the unnatural Super Saiyan yellow for just a moment, before returning back into black. She was almost there...she felt it.
Pan continued to push all the rage and anger to new limits. She thought of the unfairness of Grandpa Goku leaving. Of her dad, Gohan, who had not been around for her. Her thoughts of Trunks, her love for him, and how he didn't realize how much she liked him.
Pan's hair pulsed yellow again, for just a second, then returned to normal. Then, another flash of the coveted Super Saiyan hair appeared, then sparked into nothingness. She felt power begin to diminish, and her aura begin to grow smaller. Then, completely drop.
Pan breathed heavily, as she fell to one knee, overcome with exhaustion. Powering up multiple times a day was hard on the body. Pan frowned, then punched the ground with her fist out of disappointment.
"Damn it," Pan tiredly muttered.
Pan looked up into the sky, slowly, searching for the answer. She knew she'd never find it there, but...she had tried everything else. She paused, thinking, that maybe Grandpa Goku was looking down on her from wherever he was.
Suddenly, she sensed a familiar power flying towards her. She looked behind her, at her father, Gohan. A hatred arose in her, as she clenched her fists. Her dad hardly counted as a father. Never around, making standards impossible for her to reach...he expected to much. She still blamed him for Goku's leaving.
Gohan landed gracefully beside her. He glanced at her, attempting a smile, hoping that she would return it with one of her own. Pan just glared, wishing that he would drop dead right before her eyes.
"Uh...Pan?"
"No dad, I didn't make it," Pan replied, referring to reaching Super Saiyan. If this is why he had come, he had wasted his time. If she did become a Super Saiyan, he'd be the last to know.
"Well...that wasn't why, I came. Since you missed last week's barbeque...I was hoping that you'd come this time...the family's getting somewhat worried,"
"I'll think about that," Pan said, leaping up into the air. Gohan grasped her ankle quickly.
"I'm getting worried-"
"Screw you!" Pan said, kicking her way free.
Gohan sighed, as he watched her fly off into the distance. He cursed under his breath. He had never had intentions for her to get mad at him. Had he, as a parent, failed?
Pan soared through the air, furiously. She knew she was holding back something. An emotion that was hidden, or something, it wasn't her fault. She could make it, she would make it. No problem.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, DAMN IT!!!" Pan screamed into the wind. She couldn't fool herself, she was never going to make it to a Super Saiyan.
"Why...why...why me?" She muttered to herself.
However, uknown to her, she was being monitered by familier eyes. Eyes that belong to a powerfull fighter.
Note: Yeah...this is what my story is. This is meant more as of an emotional DBZ story, then fighting. HOLD IT!!! Get back there...there will be fighting. I intend for it to be extremely well plotted, and specific, and detailed. Just give me a while.