Be Silent
Disclaimer: DBZ isn't mine, I only own Nanaki.
Author's note: Okay, this is where the important storyline begins. Hope you like it.
Chapter 4: Love blossoming? Yeah right.
Nine years passed, with every day very much like the last, except that everyone was, of course, older. Nanaki was a burden to Vegeta, an annoyance to Trunks, and Bulma's little angel. The youngest Briefs, Bra, was born when Nanaki was ten years old. They weren't exactly inseparable, but they often enjoyed each other and even shared in an occasional moment of mischief.
The last five years, the Briefs family lost touch with Son Goku. He was always out training. Aki counted this as a blessing, since for some reason she absolutely hated the man. However, her adoptive family didn't seem to agree. So they visited Goku in the middle of his training while Nanaki stayed home with Bra. Arrangements were made for Vegeta and Trunks to enter the World Martial Arts Tournament, despite protests from the latter. And of course Aki was dying to compete as well.
"Of course I can fight, Dad! I can already beat up Trunks and hold my own against you most of the time. Let me enter!" she begged, clasping her hands together as she made her best puppy-dog face.
"You're not old enough," Vegeta grunted.
"Are you kidding? Goku's letting Pan enter, and she's only four!" Trunks said. "She can go in my place if she really wants to enter."
"Fine, brat, you'll enter. But that doesn't mean you're getting out of this, boy." Vegeta's last comment was directed at Trunks. The lavender- haired teen groaned.
"Hooray! I'm in!" Nanaki cheered, jumping up and down.
"Are we going to watch them fight, Mommy?" Bra asked.
"Of course we are," Bulma said, patting her youngest daughter on the head. "We wouldn't want to miss it for anything." She didn't know how right she was.
~Before the tournament~
The Briefs family was glad to see all their old friends before the tournament began. Nanaki was thrilled to be reunited with Marron, who she had become friends with over the years. Neither of them knew many other girls near their age, so they had bonded despite having such different personalities. They didn't get to see each other often, so they took advantage of the situation and went off to the side to talk as soon as they spotted each other.
"Hey, Trunks, who's the cute girl with you guys?" Goten asked as he watched Nanaki walk away with Marron.
Trunks gaped at his friend. "Have you lost your mind? That's Aki. Remember her? The pest? The brat? The source of my daily misery?"
"So she's what now, sixteen?" Goten asked, continuing to stare.
"Fourteen, man. Look, you can NOT be interested in that little horror. It's WEIRD!" Trunks slapped Goten on the back of his head when he didn't give a reply.
"Ow! Hey, Trunks, lay off. Just because you hate her doesn't mean I have to. She doesn't look fourteen. She looks our age. She's hot." His eyes traveled from Nanaki's feet to her head, noting the fact that the clothes she wore left little to the imagination. Yellow shorts and a black-and-red cropped t-shirt hugged her form. Her intent had been to make sure she had plenty of mobility for fighting, but the effect had been that she showed a lot of skin.
"No way. If you say anything like that again, I'll tell my dad about it. No offense, but he would never let Aki date you. Ever." Trunks gestured to where Vegeta was watching Nanaki like a hawk, making sure nothing happened to her. He didn't like the girl, but if anything happened to her Bulma would have his hide. Besides, in his opinion everyone was too good for a spawn of Kakkarot.
Goten gave a resigned sigh. He knew Trunks spoke the truth. Then the announcement came for all the fighters to come for the preliminary rounds. Goodbyes were said as the Z fighters and their families split into two different groups, one fighting, and the other observing.
Nanaki walked behind Goku and Pan, watching the four-year-old with an expression that wavered between confusion and disgust. 'She's going to fight?' she thought to herself. 'She doesn't look like she could last more than a few seconds. Then again, she is one quarter Saiya-jin, so I shouldn't underestimate her. Still...' Nanaki shrugged it off and continued walking.
"Hey Aki, long time no see," Goten said conversationally as he fell into step beside her.
She glared at him from the corner of her eye as she continued her course. "How about we keep it that way?" she said in a mock-sweet tone.
"Hey, hold on there ice princess, I was just trying to be nice," he countered. "It really has been a long time since I've seen you. You've grown up."
"Which means I can kick your ass all the easier." Aki quickened her pace and pulled away.
"I told you not to try. She's a horrible brat," Trunks said, half- comforting and half-rebuking, as he caught up to Goten.
"She's a full Saiya-jin for sure. She acts like your dad," Goten observed. "Only she's definitely not your dad. Who knew tails were so sexy on girls? It'd sure be nice to have more Saiya-jin females around..."
"You are disgusting," Trunks moaned, rolling his eyes in a highly exaggerated gesture. "She's my little sister. She's a brat. She's a full out ice queen bitch!"
"She's drop dead gorgeous. Hey, since she's your sister, that means I don't have to worry about competition!"
"Competition? Goten, get a grip." But Trunks' complaints were ignored as Goten marched forth for another try.
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Okay, same thing. 5 reviews. PLEASE?!
Disclaimer: DBZ isn't mine, I only own Nanaki.
Author's note: Okay, this is where the important storyline begins. Hope you like it.
Chapter 4: Love blossoming? Yeah right.
Nine years passed, with every day very much like the last, except that everyone was, of course, older. Nanaki was a burden to Vegeta, an annoyance to Trunks, and Bulma's little angel. The youngest Briefs, Bra, was born when Nanaki was ten years old. They weren't exactly inseparable, but they often enjoyed each other and even shared in an occasional moment of mischief.
The last five years, the Briefs family lost touch with Son Goku. He was always out training. Aki counted this as a blessing, since for some reason she absolutely hated the man. However, her adoptive family didn't seem to agree. So they visited Goku in the middle of his training while Nanaki stayed home with Bra. Arrangements were made for Vegeta and Trunks to enter the World Martial Arts Tournament, despite protests from the latter. And of course Aki was dying to compete as well.
"Of course I can fight, Dad! I can already beat up Trunks and hold my own against you most of the time. Let me enter!" she begged, clasping her hands together as she made her best puppy-dog face.
"You're not old enough," Vegeta grunted.
"Are you kidding? Goku's letting Pan enter, and she's only four!" Trunks said. "She can go in my place if she really wants to enter."
"Fine, brat, you'll enter. But that doesn't mean you're getting out of this, boy." Vegeta's last comment was directed at Trunks. The lavender- haired teen groaned.
"Hooray! I'm in!" Nanaki cheered, jumping up and down.
"Are we going to watch them fight, Mommy?" Bra asked.
"Of course we are," Bulma said, patting her youngest daughter on the head. "We wouldn't want to miss it for anything." She didn't know how right she was.
~Before the tournament~
The Briefs family was glad to see all their old friends before the tournament began. Nanaki was thrilled to be reunited with Marron, who she had become friends with over the years. Neither of them knew many other girls near their age, so they had bonded despite having such different personalities. They didn't get to see each other often, so they took advantage of the situation and went off to the side to talk as soon as they spotted each other.
"Hey, Trunks, who's the cute girl with you guys?" Goten asked as he watched Nanaki walk away with Marron.
Trunks gaped at his friend. "Have you lost your mind? That's Aki. Remember her? The pest? The brat? The source of my daily misery?"
"So she's what now, sixteen?" Goten asked, continuing to stare.
"Fourteen, man. Look, you can NOT be interested in that little horror. It's WEIRD!" Trunks slapped Goten on the back of his head when he didn't give a reply.
"Ow! Hey, Trunks, lay off. Just because you hate her doesn't mean I have to. She doesn't look fourteen. She looks our age. She's hot." His eyes traveled from Nanaki's feet to her head, noting the fact that the clothes she wore left little to the imagination. Yellow shorts and a black-and-red cropped t-shirt hugged her form. Her intent had been to make sure she had plenty of mobility for fighting, but the effect had been that she showed a lot of skin.
"No way. If you say anything like that again, I'll tell my dad about it. No offense, but he would never let Aki date you. Ever." Trunks gestured to where Vegeta was watching Nanaki like a hawk, making sure nothing happened to her. He didn't like the girl, but if anything happened to her Bulma would have his hide. Besides, in his opinion everyone was too good for a spawn of Kakkarot.
Goten gave a resigned sigh. He knew Trunks spoke the truth. Then the announcement came for all the fighters to come for the preliminary rounds. Goodbyes were said as the Z fighters and their families split into two different groups, one fighting, and the other observing.
Nanaki walked behind Goku and Pan, watching the four-year-old with an expression that wavered between confusion and disgust. 'She's going to fight?' she thought to herself. 'She doesn't look like she could last more than a few seconds. Then again, she is one quarter Saiya-jin, so I shouldn't underestimate her. Still...' Nanaki shrugged it off and continued walking.
"Hey Aki, long time no see," Goten said conversationally as he fell into step beside her.
She glared at him from the corner of her eye as she continued her course. "How about we keep it that way?" she said in a mock-sweet tone.
"Hey, hold on there ice princess, I was just trying to be nice," he countered. "It really has been a long time since I've seen you. You've grown up."
"Which means I can kick your ass all the easier." Aki quickened her pace and pulled away.
"I told you not to try. She's a horrible brat," Trunks said, half- comforting and half-rebuking, as he caught up to Goten.
"She's a full Saiya-jin for sure. She acts like your dad," Goten observed. "Only she's definitely not your dad. Who knew tails were so sexy on girls? It'd sure be nice to have more Saiya-jin females around..."
"You are disgusting," Trunks moaned, rolling his eyes in a highly exaggerated gesture. "She's my little sister. She's a brat. She's a full out ice queen bitch!"
"She's drop dead gorgeous. Hey, since she's your sister, that means I don't have to worry about competition!"
"Competition? Goten, get a grip." But Trunks' complaints were ignored as Goten marched forth for another try.
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Okay, same thing. 5 reviews. PLEASE?!