DISCLAIMER: I do not own Dragonball. I do not own Dragonball Z. I do not
own Dragonball GT. I do own Tarba and Mia. Once I collect all of the
dragonballs, I will own Pan-chan. Mmm. . . Pan-chan. . . *drools*
The small boy watched his mother intently. It had never been determined exactly who the father of Pan's child had been, but Trunks, now her husband, treated him as if the boy were his own child. Tarba had hair very similar to his great grandfather Goku's but with much thinner tufts of hair. His eyes were a deep red. The irises of his eyes were solid-colored with no variations, giving them the appearance of a doll's eyes. Pan turned to look at him. "Is there something you need sweetie?" she asked. The boy, 9 years old, shook his head and continued to watch her. Unnerved, Pan suggested that he go play outside. Silently he got up and walked calmly out. Pan sighed 'I love Tarba so much,' she thought, 'but sometimes he just gives me the creeps.' 'I know what you mean,' Trunks replied from the Gravity room through their bond. 'The only one who doesn't seem freaked out by him is Mia.' Pan agreed with him. Tarba and Mia, the daughter of Marron and Uubu, seemed to be inseparable. She was glad that he had a friend to play with, but she wondered why Mia wasn't bothered by him. She shrugged it off, continuing to wash the dishes from their family's Saiyan-Sized lunch.
Outside, Tarba looked around for a moment, then walked over to a nearby tree, jumping easily into it. Finding a beetle in the tree, he started watching it for a while. He held up a finger, charging up a small ki ball, and slowly roasted the bug to death. he smiled, watching as the insect curled up and died.
The small boy watched his mother intently. It had never been determined exactly who the father of Pan's child had been, but Trunks, now her husband, treated him as if the boy were his own child. Tarba had hair very similar to his great grandfather Goku's but with much thinner tufts of hair. His eyes were a deep red. The irises of his eyes were solid-colored with no variations, giving them the appearance of a doll's eyes. Pan turned to look at him. "Is there something you need sweetie?" she asked. The boy, 9 years old, shook his head and continued to watch her. Unnerved, Pan suggested that he go play outside. Silently he got up and walked calmly out. Pan sighed 'I love Tarba so much,' she thought, 'but sometimes he just gives me the creeps.' 'I know what you mean,' Trunks replied from the Gravity room through their bond. 'The only one who doesn't seem freaked out by him is Mia.' Pan agreed with him. Tarba and Mia, the daughter of Marron and Uubu, seemed to be inseparable. She was glad that he had a friend to play with, but she wondered why Mia wasn't bothered by him. She shrugged it off, continuing to wash the dishes from their family's Saiyan-Sized lunch.
Outside, Tarba looked around for a moment, then walked over to a nearby tree, jumping easily into it. Finding a beetle in the tree, he started watching it for a while. He held up a finger, charging up a small ki ball, and slowly roasted the bug to death. he smiled, watching as the insect curled up and died.