T.J. watched as her mother whispered things to his dad. She was obviously in very much pain, but never could admit it. He watched her walk back out sadly, and hand him a note from his father. He read it and hugged her crying. That clarified that it wasn't intentional. He went into the room and hopped onto his dad's bed.
Trunks looked at the boy and ruffled his hair. The kid smiled and hugged his dad. He got a hug in return. (Aww) He looked at his dad and then started to run through his pocket. In his pocket he found something he was given in training. He held it out in his palm to his father. Trunks looked at him shocked.
"You never used that?"
"No," he yawned. "Grandad always told me that I don't need them if I do it right. You only gave it to me cause you thought I'd get hurt. If it can heal you when your near death, then surely it can help you, right?"
He looked at his son. This was not something he had hoped to talk to him about.
"T.J., It can, but I don't know—well I do know—T.J., I know you care and all, but it's a simple thing called pride."
"But daddy, I don't wanna loose you!"
"T.J., come here, boy!" shrieked Vegeta. More like Bellowed.
"Grampa, I don't wanna! He won't let me help him!"
"It's pride, Boy. Just let me take care of you since the baka doesn't want your help."
Trunks did eventually accept T.J. 's offer. It took some persuading, but it worked. He was released a week later. There was no trace at all from what he had, but as it turns out, he had Chronic Bronchitis. (My mom has that, but hers isn't that bad. It depends on how long you let it go for.)
This was a blessing to the family, save Vegeta. T.J. was perky as a clam. Pan, well, she was a completely other story. She was staying with some friends out in Carolina. Amy and Mitch. She had met Amelia in high school. She got a letter to visit sometime, so she accepted.
Trunks was worried about T.J. Supposedly what they had was hereditary, so if they didn't get him checked soon he might die from the impact it'll hit him. It killed Pan, and almost killed Trunks, so it was an extremely bad thing if they didn't check it.
It was nearing midnight when he finally got the call from Pan. She had called to tell him she was on her way home. She had also said she left early since she wasn't feeling well. He was beginning to think that her disease had come back. He didn't want to loose her again, so he didn't bother to question her. She talked to T.J. for five minuets and hung up. T.J. was happy Trunks had no idea why.
T.J. was the first person outside when she came home. He ran up to her and clung to her for ten minuets. She then hugged Trunks. He was acting awfully withdrawn, but he didn't say anything. She put a book on the table and left the room to talk to TJ. TJ looked at her and smiled. She was talking to him about something but she wasn't going to tell anyone what.
He went to the doorway and listened to the conversation.
"Daddy doesn't know yet?"
"No, but what do you think about it?"
"I'd love to have a baby sister. I always wanted one!"
"Your only seven, how can you always want one?"
"Well I wanted one since last year!"
"No brother?"
"No, I want a sissy so I can teach her to play games like Aunty Bra is teaching me."
"Oh, ok." She looked out the window. "Well you can't tell your dad. Or anyone for that matter. This is our little secret, ok?"
"Ok! When can I tell him?"
"I was waiting for a special day, honey. You know, your birthday?"
"Aw why mine?"
"Yours is special, it'll be the first birthday I get to spend with you. And your sister'll be made known then too. It'll be even more special, then."
"Ok, momma."
T.J was playing in the yard when he heard them arguing. He ran inside to see what was wrong when he found his father in a corner crying. His mother was pacing in the other room. He decided to ask his mother first.
"Momma, what's wrong? I heard you and daddy arguing."
"Nothings wrong honey. Dad's just angry that he'll have another kid soon. TJ, do me a favor, for your safety keep out of this, ok?"
"Momma I want to help."
"Honey, just stay out of it."
He sighed and went into the other room to talk to his dad. The young boy hugged him, but got no hug back.
"Daddy, why are you crying?"
Again he got no response. He began to walk away when his father grabbed his arm. TJ looked at him.
"T.J. you're to young to understand, when a woman keeps secrets from you, and tells your son, it's low. She told you, but didn't tell me. She's done it before, and it's by all means low. T.J., the last time this happened she almost died. Do me a favor, watch over her for me. Don't let anything happen to her. I'm not going to be around much longer."
"You're dying?"
"No, I'm leaving. I'll come back when your mom tells me. I don't want this to escalate to a death match. Your mother loves you more then I do, you stay here with her."
"Daddy, it's not final yet, let me help!"
He held out her ring and showed it to him.
"It's final."
That was twelve years ago. TJ's sister is now twelve. The girl asks about her father, but finds none. Her mother is awfully transfixed on not revealing his information. She asked T.J. she knew very well he was named after her father. He had to have been. Trunks Junior. She looked up the name 'Trunks' online.
Trunks V. Briefs. President—Capsule Corporation, east district. West City. She read it over and over until she memorized it. Then while her mother was out she grabbed her jacket and ran. T.J. was never home anymore, but she was about to show them that even though she's twelve, she was smarter then she was given credit.
That makes no sense, why is my mom's and my last name Son? I never met my family; I only know T.J. and Momma. That means that there is someone out there. My dad and my mom. Why won't she tell me who he is? Was there something about him she didn't want me to know? Was she raped?
She came to an abrupt halt. There it was. The beautiful Capsule Corporation. She put her bike at the gate and asked the guard to let her in. The guard found nothing wrong with her and let her in. She asked at the gate to see the President of the corporation. There was another man they're asking for the same thing. He looked geekyish, and he looked like a scholar. He looked at her and smiled.
"You look a lot like my daughter. She went missing a few years ago. I'm sure you don't understand though. She was a nice girl and judging by your looks you will be too. Don't mind me now. I'm just a man who misses his daughter."
She looked up and smiled. "You're a nice man. I'd ask your name but my momma always told me not to in case they're stalkers. Though I'm sure you aren't."
He smiled. "Miss Haya, you may see Mr. Briefs now." Answered the receptionist. Amy grabbed her jacket and ran upstairs. She had no clue where she was going but assumed someone did. A young woman about her mother's age with blue hair ran straight into Amy. (AN: Amy is also Miss Haya, Haya is a fake name to throw off suspicion. Amy is T.J.'s little sister.)
"I'm so sorry, miss. I should be paying more attention."
"No, it's fine. Why is a young girl like you in a big place like this?"
"Looking for Mr. Briefs. Is he around here?"
"His office is down the hall. I'm his little sister, I can show you where he is." She answered.
After walking through the long hall for ten minuets, they reached the office. Bra opened the door and lead Amy in. Amy looked at the man. This had to be her father! He looked exactly like T.J.! It had to be her dad! He looked at her curiously and led her into the room. She opened one eye and looked at him.
"Well, aren't you cute. Can I ask what you need?"
"You're Mr. Briefs, correct?"
"Yes, I am. You are?"
"Amora B. Son."
"So you're my sister's kid?"
"No, I'm your kid."
"I get that a lot."
"How can I prove it?"
"What is your mom's name?"
"Pan Lynn Son."
"Your brother's?"
"Trunks Junior V. Briefs."
"So you're the daughter I never met..."
"I guess so. I need to make this quick, my mom doesn't know I'm here."
"You ran away?"
"T.J. knows where I am!"
"Well we can say that's a good thing. Your how old?"
"12."
"Underage," he said putting his hand to his chin. "How late does your mom work to?"
"My mom doesn't work. T.J. does."
"Why doesn't your mom?"
"She's on medical leave. She has been since I was born."
"Why?"
"I dun no. Something about a disease, three months early. Ask T.J., he knows. Why does she refuse to let me know about you?"
"It was a fight we had when I found out about you. She gave me her ring and I walked out. How is she? T.J. was supposed to look after her."
"Thank you VERY much for telling me where you were!!!" Yelled a distinctive female voice from the doorway.
"Momma I'm sorry, I was curious! Who told you?" Said a frantic Amy.
"T.J. You know how grounded you are?" Asked Pan.
"Pan, lay off. You're the one who wouldn't let her down here. She had a right to know." Replied Trunks.
"Oh, now don't you start too!" she shrieked.
"Momma don't start on him! I came here willingly, they never asked me!"
"Amy, go wait outside." Demanded Pan.
"Momma, I was told by T.J. to come. He told me to go. I didn't know. He told me if I was that curious to look it up and find him that he'd cover for me. Daddy is innocent!"
"AMY GO TO WAIT IN THE HALL!"
The girl grabbed her coat and ran outside. She didn't want to put up with the wrath of her mother. About an hour later after Amora decided to run off, they were done questioning each other's motives. Pan walked into the hall after realizing her blood pressure was off the charts, didn't see her daughter, rolled her eyes and wandered off through the halls.
Amy was back downstairs in the waiting room talking to that geeky guy again. She was there a total of an hour and ten minuets. The man knew that there was something wrong with the girl. She was oddly silent. Usually little girls talked about everything. As if she knew he was wondering, she answered.
"They were fighting."
"Who?"
"My mom and Mr. Briefs. I don't want either of them to get hurt. My momma has some things about her that are different from humans, you could say. She gets very temperamental, and her disease adds more to the pressure. She's been abusive. According to my brother she's been abusive since my dad left us."
"Oh," As if on cue Pan walked down, took Amy's hand rather forcefully and guided her out the door.
"Get your bike, Amy."
"I got it momma."
"Amy? That's your name?" asked the man she was talking to.
"Yes. Amora B. Son." Pan grabbed her arm and led her to the car.
"Amy, go with T.J. I'll be back later."
"Momma don't hurt him, he didn't do anything."
"I won't Amy," She whispered.
T.J. took Amy's hand and led her down the street. Pan, however, stalked towards the man.
"Look, sir, I know it's kindness, but my daughter is none of your business!"
"You were fighting with Trunks. And your son's name is T.J. Amy's last name is Son, and your son's last name is Briefs. Meaning one thing."
"You gathered all that from that short conversation?"
"Oh, yes, but your features helped too. T.J. is easy. All I needed to know was you were fighting with Trunks. Hence, Trunks Junior. T.J. Your daughter is Amora B. Son, so that means she's related to me through either my brother or daughter, and I know very well that you aren't Bra. Leading to the only possible solution. Your name, Mrs. Is it Pan?"
"Oh...oh, no...y-yes, my name is Pan. So you must be..."
"Yes, I'm Gohan. Why did you yell at me? Or better yet, why did you run away?"
"I ran away because of Trunks and Amy."
"I had your address. I never went looking for you. Why didn't you respond to my letters?"
"I have too much to worry about. And I only got one letter. T.J. usually gets the mail. How did you get my address?"
"Medical records. Your mother died. She died last year on your birthday. You never came, so I figured you hated us."
"I didn't know. I'm sorry. What happened to her?"
"Pan, she's only human. She doesn't have the perks we have."
"I should have been there. I should have gone for momma. For you. I'm sorry. T.J. assumed I wasn't talking to you again, so he got rid of or burned all of my letters from you and mom. I still have a letter from mom."
"She sent you a letter?"
"Yes, a year after I left. I'm sorry."
"Momma!" shrieked Amy.
She turned over to see her daughter. "What is it Amy?"
"Momma, T.J. got into a fight with daddy! He's hurt!"
Pan was gone in the blink of an eye. If anything meant more to her then her daughter, it was her son. Being a doctor, Gohan went off to find him too. Trunks was looking at T.J. who was holding his bloody arm. Amy was holding onto T.J. with all her might. Pan glared at Trunks, whom she had just made amends with.
She knelt by T.J. and looked at his arm. Now Trunks knew exactly what he'd done and just whom he had hit.
T.J. was practically growling at Trunks now. He had tried to kidnap his sister, and there were consequences for those types of actions.
"T.J.," asked Pan calmly. "What happened here?"
"He tried to kidnap Amy. I wasn't about to let him. Who is he, momma?"
She took a deep breath, and looked at her son. "Your father."
T.J. looked up at him. Pan was glad he knew he wasn't a saiyan, or Trunks would probably be dead by now.
"Recoil's a bitch, isn't it, Trunks?" asked Gohan, who was examining T.J. 's arm.
Amy wasn't sure whom to trust now. The man she called father, wasn't the same man she had called enemy.
"You hurt my sister, you mess with me, my sister is more then just a sister. My mother can't take care of her like she wants, I take care of her, she's my life. Both of them are!"
"T.J," whispered Pan, "You need to calm down. Ok?"
"Momma, T.J. was helping me!"
"Amora, I need you to do me a favor, can I borrow your jacket?" asked Gohan.
"Yes. I don't need it back." She answered handing it to him. He wrapped it around his arm. "Momma, if that's my daddy, why did he fight with T.J.?"
"He didn't fight with me, Amora. He didn't even fight back. I misread what he was saying. I'm sorry, dad. I didn't mean it. None of it."
"But," added Pan. "If he didn't hit back, how did you break your arm?"
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