Chapter 7
Goten felt so weird as he walked towards his brother's home with the rising sun. He hadn't seen him in a month, and the last encounter wasn't exactly what he would call a happy memory. Things could get ugly. He didn't want to fly or run. He had to take his time to think. Pan and Videl probably would be against him, but they wouldn't dare challenge the saiya-jin that had almost killed Gohan. He didn't smile at the thought of their faces, like he normally would, but still stared on. Finally, what seemed to quick, Goten saw the homes of Chi chi and Gohan. He slowly aproached the door, lifting a fist to knock, but hesitating.
"What if he won't listen," Goten murmured. He sucked in air. "But, I gotta try." He knocked, and waited. Pan was the one to open the door. She had grown up big time and was as tall as her father. She still had the tomb boy attitude and wore the same type of clothes. She arched a brow.
"Uh, Uncle Goten? What are you doing here? It's, like, six in the morning." Goten smiled at his niece.
"I need to talk to your father, is he awake?" he requested.
"Yup, he's awake," Pan answered, rolling her eyes. "Just a couple minutes ago, too." Goten smirked. Heh, lazy bum, he thought.
Pan turned around. "Dad? Hey, Dad! Goten's here! He wants ta' talk!" Goten waited as a long silence followed, then he heard his brother walking towards the door. Goten struggled hard not to laugh at the sight of Gohan in a blue bath robe, but he was able to keep a serious face. He noticed a couple scars on his face, which he figured was the result of their last battle. Goten put out his hand.
"Gohan," he stated simpley. Gohan straightened his glasses.
"Goten," he replied, grabbing his hand. "Well, why are you here?"
"Still not very trusting, aren't we?" Goten replied. "Okay, we need to talk."
"We are," Gohan said. Goten narrowed his eyes, but tried to control his quick temper.
"Look, about the whole trying to kill eachother thing. I think we should put that behind us. Trust me, this ain't easy. After all, I had to spend a month in a rejuvination tank, but this is all so pointless. I just want to clarify that I am not evil and that we don't have to hold this grudge." Gohan was silent for a while, staring at his feet while he consider his younger sibling's offer. Pan put an arm around her father's shoulder.
"Come on, Dad! So what if he beat the shi-, I mean, stuffing out of ya? You're brothers, you're supposed to!" she exclaimed. "If I had a brother I'd wanna beat him up, too. So what if losing to a younger bro' is totally embarrassing and would make you seem like a wicked loser?" Goten eyed Pan.
"Something tells me you're not helping," he told her.
"And that just now occurs to me," she muttered, leaning against the door frame. "Well, breakfast is gettin' cold, Dad, so I'd hurry up and agree with Uncle Goten." Gohan looked reluctant.
"Well, you don't sound evil," Gohan said. "Fine. What has happened is now water under the bridge." He shook Goten's hand. The younger was taken aback. He looked down at Gohan, amazed that he had agreed so quickly. He smiled a Goku smile.
"Glad to hear it, bro. Now, I haven't gotten any sleep yet. Natari and Trunks dragged me down to a party," he said. "Later, Gohan. See ya, Pan." Without waiting for their response, he flew home. He opened the door to the ship only to fall to the ground after being only an inch away from Natari. "What the Hell!?"
"Er, sorry, Goten," she apologized, helping him to his feet. "I kinda sensed you and wanted to see how it went." Goten smirked.
"You were worried," he taunted.
"No I wasn't! I was just...," she dropped her head in defeat, "worried." Goten grinned and put his hands behind his head.
"Well, now that that's settled, it's past six. I'm crashing. What about you?"
"We haven't slept at all, so, no duh," Natari answered. "Maron and Trunks didn't even get a chance to finish what they started at the party. The second they hit the bed they were down for the count." Goten laughed, which caught Natari completely off guard. "Oh, no, you've gone off the deep end!" Goten sneered. "Okay, that's better!" He glared at her, but then his look softened.
"I hate you," he told her as they went back to the room.
"I'm a very hateable person," Natari replied innocently. Goten growled, crawling into bed.
"Why must you mock me?" She got in aswell.
"Cos you're very mockable," she answered. Goten snarled, but Natari kissed him.
"Damn you," he told her, all the anger draining from his body. "If someone else did that I'd kill them."
"I'm not someone else, am I?" Natari asked. They kissed again, a bit more lewdly than before.
Trunks awoke at the same time as Maron. They looked at eachother and muttered the same words, "Those two are like an alarm clock." Trunks rolled his eyes.
"They think we're bad. They're the ones that can wake you up just with their energy." Maron stretched her arms, yawning.
"They aren't fair, that's what they are," she told Trunks. "We party all night and they get caught up in their own stuff and won't let us get any sleep." Trunks nodded his agreement.
"Oh, well, we can always bug them later about it, and they'll just deny it, but that makes things more interesting."
Goten hobbled out of bed and into the infirmary, scratching his head. He looked down at Maron and Trunks, who looked as though they hadn't slept at all. "What's up with you guys?" he asked. Trunks sat up, glaring at him through half closed eyes.
"A couple 'a bastards keeping us up all night with their erotic shit," he grumbled, throwing a pillow at Goten. He easily blocked it, not really trying to.
"Whadda ya mean by that?" he asked.
"Don't play innocent," Maron replied. "I hope you two control your energy better next time, or you'll wake up everyone on the planet!"
"What the Hell you guys talkin' about!?" Goten exclaimed. Natari came walking in, a complete mess.
"What's going on in here?" she asked.
"You two kept us up all last night," Trunks answered. "And Goten over here's denying it, as usual."
"What are you talking about?" Natari replied. Trunks and Maron groaned.
"You two having sex, damn it," Maron snarled. The two blushed furiously, trying to cover it up.
"That's all you can think about, isn't it?" Goten asked them.
"Probably 'cos they're the ones that always do it," Natari said. Maron and Trunks gave up and got out of bed.
"You two are hopeless," they told them in unison. Natari and Goten stuck their tongues out simultaneously. Once they were gone, they looked at eachother, and laughed nervously.
The day dragged on, Trunks and Maron never letting what happened down and Natari left alone to deal with it. Goten had left to no one knew where after telling them he hadn't been training enough. In the middle of the woods, he threw punches and kicks at invisible fighters, smashing into rocks and trees, with a boulder attached to his back. Throughout the entire day he had felt like he missed something, like there was something he didn't know about. By nightfall, he removed the stone and returned home.
"It's about time!" Natari exclaimed. "They haven't done anything but bug me all day!"
"Well, what a fine welcome," Goten replied. He plopped down on a couch and noticed that a television had been moved in. He shrugged. "Kewl, t.v." Maron sighed as Trunks sat down next to him.
"Men," she said. Goten took up a remote and turned it on. The were watching an anime show about a half wolf demon until the comercials came on.
"Damn it!" Trunks yelled. "They always pick the time for comercials when something good's happening." They wouldn't be disappointed for long. On the screen was the location of the Worl Martial Arts Tournament. The announcer started advertising how it was that time again for it to take place. Trunks and Goten lept up, excited looks on their faces.
"Dude, that kicks ass!" Goten exclaimed, finding the phone. "I gotta call everyone one!" He called Gohan, who called everyone else. It had been a while since Goten had participated in one of the tournaments. It was rather short notice, since it was in a week.
"This is the awesome!" Trunks said. "An excuse to get out of work and to fight."
"And they're actually playing good music this time, and you can make requests. Music to fight by," Goten added. While the two talked about how great it was, Maron had to explain to Natari exactly what the tournament was.
Goten felt so weird as he walked towards his brother's home with the rising sun. He hadn't seen him in a month, and the last encounter wasn't exactly what he would call a happy memory. Things could get ugly. He didn't want to fly or run. He had to take his time to think. Pan and Videl probably would be against him, but they wouldn't dare challenge the saiya-jin that had almost killed Gohan. He didn't smile at the thought of their faces, like he normally would, but still stared on. Finally, what seemed to quick, Goten saw the homes of Chi chi and Gohan. He slowly aproached the door, lifting a fist to knock, but hesitating.
"What if he won't listen," Goten murmured. He sucked in air. "But, I gotta try." He knocked, and waited. Pan was the one to open the door. She had grown up big time and was as tall as her father. She still had the tomb boy attitude and wore the same type of clothes. She arched a brow.
"Uh, Uncle Goten? What are you doing here? It's, like, six in the morning." Goten smiled at his niece.
"I need to talk to your father, is he awake?" he requested.
"Yup, he's awake," Pan answered, rolling her eyes. "Just a couple minutes ago, too." Goten smirked. Heh, lazy bum, he thought.
Pan turned around. "Dad? Hey, Dad! Goten's here! He wants ta' talk!" Goten waited as a long silence followed, then he heard his brother walking towards the door. Goten struggled hard not to laugh at the sight of Gohan in a blue bath robe, but he was able to keep a serious face. He noticed a couple scars on his face, which he figured was the result of their last battle. Goten put out his hand.
"Gohan," he stated simpley. Gohan straightened his glasses.
"Goten," he replied, grabbing his hand. "Well, why are you here?"
"Still not very trusting, aren't we?" Goten replied. "Okay, we need to talk."
"We are," Gohan said. Goten narrowed his eyes, but tried to control his quick temper.
"Look, about the whole trying to kill eachother thing. I think we should put that behind us. Trust me, this ain't easy. After all, I had to spend a month in a rejuvination tank, but this is all so pointless. I just want to clarify that I am not evil and that we don't have to hold this grudge." Gohan was silent for a while, staring at his feet while he consider his younger sibling's offer. Pan put an arm around her father's shoulder.
"Come on, Dad! So what if he beat the shi-, I mean, stuffing out of ya? You're brothers, you're supposed to!" she exclaimed. "If I had a brother I'd wanna beat him up, too. So what if losing to a younger bro' is totally embarrassing and would make you seem like a wicked loser?" Goten eyed Pan.
"Something tells me you're not helping," he told her.
"And that just now occurs to me," she muttered, leaning against the door frame. "Well, breakfast is gettin' cold, Dad, so I'd hurry up and agree with Uncle Goten." Gohan looked reluctant.
"Well, you don't sound evil," Gohan said. "Fine. What has happened is now water under the bridge." He shook Goten's hand. The younger was taken aback. He looked down at Gohan, amazed that he had agreed so quickly. He smiled a Goku smile.
"Glad to hear it, bro. Now, I haven't gotten any sleep yet. Natari and Trunks dragged me down to a party," he said. "Later, Gohan. See ya, Pan." Without waiting for their response, he flew home. He opened the door to the ship only to fall to the ground after being only an inch away from Natari. "What the Hell!?"
"Er, sorry, Goten," she apologized, helping him to his feet. "I kinda sensed you and wanted to see how it went." Goten smirked.
"You were worried," he taunted.
"No I wasn't! I was just...," she dropped her head in defeat, "worried." Goten grinned and put his hands behind his head.
"Well, now that that's settled, it's past six. I'm crashing. What about you?"
"We haven't slept at all, so, no duh," Natari answered. "Maron and Trunks didn't even get a chance to finish what they started at the party. The second they hit the bed they were down for the count." Goten laughed, which caught Natari completely off guard. "Oh, no, you've gone off the deep end!" Goten sneered. "Okay, that's better!" He glared at her, but then his look softened.
"I hate you," he told her as they went back to the room.
"I'm a very hateable person," Natari replied innocently. Goten growled, crawling into bed.
"Why must you mock me?" She got in aswell.
"Cos you're very mockable," she answered. Goten snarled, but Natari kissed him.
"Damn you," he told her, all the anger draining from his body. "If someone else did that I'd kill them."
"I'm not someone else, am I?" Natari asked. They kissed again, a bit more lewdly than before.
Trunks awoke at the same time as Maron. They looked at eachother and muttered the same words, "Those two are like an alarm clock." Trunks rolled his eyes.
"They think we're bad. They're the ones that can wake you up just with their energy." Maron stretched her arms, yawning.
"They aren't fair, that's what they are," she told Trunks. "We party all night and they get caught up in their own stuff and won't let us get any sleep." Trunks nodded his agreement.
"Oh, well, we can always bug them later about it, and they'll just deny it, but that makes things more interesting."
Goten hobbled out of bed and into the infirmary, scratching his head. He looked down at Maron and Trunks, who looked as though they hadn't slept at all. "What's up with you guys?" he asked. Trunks sat up, glaring at him through half closed eyes.
"A couple 'a bastards keeping us up all night with their erotic shit," he grumbled, throwing a pillow at Goten. He easily blocked it, not really trying to.
"Whadda ya mean by that?" he asked.
"Don't play innocent," Maron replied. "I hope you two control your energy better next time, or you'll wake up everyone on the planet!"
"What the Hell you guys talkin' about!?" Goten exclaimed. Natari came walking in, a complete mess.
"What's going on in here?" she asked.
"You two kept us up all last night," Trunks answered. "And Goten over here's denying it, as usual."
"What are you talking about?" Natari replied. Trunks and Maron groaned.
"You two having sex, damn it," Maron snarled. The two blushed furiously, trying to cover it up.
"That's all you can think about, isn't it?" Goten asked them.
"Probably 'cos they're the ones that always do it," Natari said. Maron and Trunks gave up and got out of bed.
"You two are hopeless," they told them in unison. Natari and Goten stuck their tongues out simultaneously. Once they were gone, they looked at eachother, and laughed nervously.
The day dragged on, Trunks and Maron never letting what happened down and Natari left alone to deal with it. Goten had left to no one knew where after telling them he hadn't been training enough. In the middle of the woods, he threw punches and kicks at invisible fighters, smashing into rocks and trees, with a boulder attached to his back. Throughout the entire day he had felt like he missed something, like there was something he didn't know about. By nightfall, he removed the stone and returned home.
"It's about time!" Natari exclaimed. "They haven't done anything but bug me all day!"
"Well, what a fine welcome," Goten replied. He plopped down on a couch and noticed that a television had been moved in. He shrugged. "Kewl, t.v." Maron sighed as Trunks sat down next to him.
"Men," she said. Goten took up a remote and turned it on. The were watching an anime show about a half wolf demon until the comercials came on.
"Damn it!" Trunks yelled. "They always pick the time for comercials when something good's happening." They wouldn't be disappointed for long. On the screen was the location of the Worl Martial Arts Tournament. The announcer started advertising how it was that time again for it to take place. Trunks and Goten lept up, excited looks on their faces.
"Dude, that kicks ass!" Goten exclaimed, finding the phone. "I gotta call everyone one!" He called Gohan, who called everyone else. It had been a while since Goten had participated in one of the tournaments. It was rather short notice, since it was in a week.
"This is the awesome!" Trunks said. "An excuse to get out of work and to fight."
"And they're actually playing good music this time, and you can make requests. Music to fight by," Goten added. While the two talked about how great it was, Maron had to explain to Natari exactly what the tournament was.