Okay okay! I have returned.I am so sorry. Been hella, hella, hellahella busy, and I haven't had a chance to do a cotton pickin' thing!!! But I'm back, got a new CPU and well here's my latest creation. 4...well 3 reviews.how I missed them, that and my fan base!!! I know it's only one chapter but my expectations were so high!! Where have you all gone!? *sobs like a punk beeesch* Poetess, Debido, and Nasiya are exceptions *sobbing continues*
*Immigrant worker Pedro shows up*
Author Wolf, Pedro knows how you feel!
*Wolf*
You do.?
*Pedro*
YESSSSS!!!!
*Wolf*
How so?
*Pedro*
You miss fans, Pedro misses sexy wife and child!
*Wolf*
Sexy wife.reddish brown hair?
*Birds and bunnies appear around the longing Pedro*
Yes!!!!
*Wolf*
Lives in the country side, pretty eyes.mole on her left butt cheek?
*Pedro*
Yess.s...wait, how do you know of Pedro's special button??!
*Wolf, looking around quite guilty like*
Err.umm.she was lonely and well..she.I had this male escort add in the paper.and uh.*cough*shesendsherregards..
*scurries away quickly*
*Pedro*
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*Great Will of the Cosmos*
Come lover boy, The Resistance grows daily and I have more Monty Python bits to belt out!
*Great will grabs Pedro dragging him back to Sarie Mue fic land*
*Pedro*
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
*Wolf scurried back*
Poor bastard.well enjoy!!
(a/n: Poetess you aren't the only one to watch them both. However I'm not as big as a Monty fan as you are. But Excel is good.annoying too.but good!! Plugs for all authors I adore!!! BWHAHAHA!)
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"Yeah, I know, I miss you too Tiff, but.well you know how it is.really that's too bad."
Goten paused taping his well kept finger nails on the large cherry wood office table of his childhood friend and long time partner. Another date with a well endowed young woman canceled for the sake of the Capsule Corp. executive at large.
"Yes.I know but.you're wearing WHAT!?!?!"
He shot a hard glance at Trunks whom clacked away at his lap top unphased by Goten's excited response, still gnawing on a number 2 pencil. He loosened his tie slightly before looking up at Goten due to a much heavier tap on the shiny surface of his desk. He covered the receiver of the tiny cell phone shaking his head.
"You owe me BIG time man."
Trunks clapped his hands together in a prayer position with a wink before responding softly through the pencil lodged in between his chops.
"Yes of course.thanks allot bro."
Goten picked up one of the numerous files off the desk and paced over to his file cabinet. Trunks smiled as he listened in on Goten's attempts at making his lady friend give him the same proposition tomorrow night. Speaking of nights, this one appeared to be another all nighter as he gave a hard stare at the proposal that sat in front of him. He thought that his days of staying up writing papers ended 4 years ago with his college graduation. But pushing his mothers inventions was always a hard thing to do, especially since these days they were becoming weirder and weirder. Bulma had retired simply so she could focus on inventing things and not just sell products and flat out run the multi-billion dollar corporation. She'd leave that to her penny wise son with his spectacular business sense. But it seemed like all the business savvy in the world couldn't push the fabled Capsule Corp. Warp Gate. Ever since the battles with Alexial almost 15 years ago, she'd had this grand fascination with interdimensional travel. It was steadily improving from a mere prototype, into a functional, marketable item. While she'd cackle in her lab like Dr. Frankenstein, he'd be up all night figuring out what to tell the board about the thing. Not to mention her other inventions weren't exactly the grandest of schemes either. She was like a small child with a box of crayons. Making anything that came to mind without a hint of logic, leaving you to smile and say "that's nice" when you really just want to raise an eyebrow and say "what the f."
"Hey top drawer right?"
Trunks leaned back into his chair nodding at Goten as he put another file away. He rubbed the temple of his nose with a hefty sigh. He was starting to see why his mother gave up the whole CEO-and President deal in the first place. He was beginning to long for one of those impromptu training sessions with his father he would get into when ever he'd visit home. It never failed that he'd turn the corner and Vegeta would pounce after him. You'd think training in the woods against a Super Sayain 4 would be enough, but oh no! Vegeta had to make everyone who had a drop of Sayain blood fight. It was like he was training an army or something. Pushing everyone, including Princess Bra, to the very brink of their limits. Annoying as it was, it made Trunks crack a sentimental smile. They'd grown up so much, all of them. He remembered the times when Goten would use Pan to pick up girls, running her into their legs asking for help. "I can't find my uncle Goten, waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!" Employing the powers of overacting she picked up from grandpa Satan. And now Pan was a pint sized college student at the age of 17...wow. Vegeta and Goku were almost refreshing in these times of change. Mainly because they were such a constant, always fighting, always training. His father proud and true.Goku lighthearted and valiant. Trunks looked down at his note pad again, tapping his pencil. He took in a deep breathe as he glanced up at Goten. Goten flipped the phone closed, looking dead into Trunks' eyes.
"You really, really owe me."
Trunks rolled his baby blues' as he wrote more figures on the legal pad in front of him before going back to clacking away at his laptop. "You said that already."
"Yeah but you don't understand Trunks!"
"What are you talking about, I know all about Tiffany. I introduced you remember!?"
Goten motioned with his fingers as he spoke.
"Yeah, but she had on a string bikini.and was dying to show it to me!"
Trunks laughed not removing his eyes from his work. "Sorry man, she does look good in a bikini. Remember at the beach?"
Trunks paused for a minute shaking his head.
"Beautiful, Kami help me if Amber were to hear that...but at least you've seen her in one before so no big."
Goten hurried over to Trunks desk, closing his lap top shut with wide eyes. Goten huffed with a slight smirk. Trunks slowly sipped his coffee watching Goten gather himself.
"This one was made out of liquorish."
Trunks eyes instantly shot open, forcing him to choke on tasters choice. Goten gave him several rapid nods opening the small cpu back before walking back over to the large black file cabinet. He sighed as he straightened another stack of papers. He sifted through them for a moment, reading the numbers on the page.
"Speaking of Amber.where is she? Doesn't she normally help out her little Trunksy bear?"
Trunks blushed slightly before clearing his throat.
"She's probably at her office. She's working on a big case after all."
"I've come barring gifts boss!"
Goten sighed as Marion walked in with more paper work slapping it down on Trunks desk. She smoothed her long blonde hair back in place, before straightening her red business suit. Trunks picked up the papers quickly, reading the presented information. Marion shot off a sarcastic grin that rivaled her mothers.
"I always have the perfect presents don't I?"
Goten sighed heavily, forcing his lips to quiver as he blew.
"More lab reports?"
Marion nodded, before walking back out.
"Nothing a pair of Sayains can't handle."
Trunks shook his head going through the stack preparing to go back to work.
******
Goku closed his eyes tight as the winds kicked up heavily around him. His closed eyes twitched gingerly as he waited with curled fists. His eyes shot open, narrowed at a point. He pivoted instantly, swinging with a hard blow only to miss inches from Vegeta's head. The Sayain prince grunted firing a kick at Goku's abdomen only to have it blocked. He flipped Vegeta into the air giving chase to him once more. Vegeta spun towards the heavens halting himself in the crisp night air. Vegeta screamed out cocking both his hands over his head as his brown mane changed to the golden glow of his Super Sayain self.
"SUCK ON THIS KAKAROT!!!!!"
And with that he unleashed a solid yellow ray towards him. Goku's eyes widened as he transformed, batting the attack away into the distance. Vegeta dove after him planting a nasty right hand to his jaw before rolling into a display of punches of his own, forcing Goku to float back in a feeble position. Vegeta spun looking to plant an elbow to the back of his head, only to come in contact with nothing. Vegeta turned surprised as a scorching boot from underneath sent him flying into the surrounding trees. Goku then proceeded to firing a massive array of energy waves to Vegeta's location while simultaneously transforming to level 2.
Goku hopped back breathing heavily as his attack on Vegeta came to a halt. He wiped the blood from his lips waiting for Vegeta to retaliate. He did so planting a level two knee to his jaw as they engaged again. They both smiled turning to level 3, meeting with identical palm shots. They pressed their hands against the others, locking fingers in a game of mercy. Vegeta quickly began over powering the struggling Goku. Vegeta's eyes narrowed in an instant as he spoke through his teeth.
"What.is the matter with you.KAKAROT!?"
Goku fought back leveling the playing field as he screamed out causing the planet to rattle with his immense power. Vegeta screamed out as well to keep pace, both battling as if their lives depended on it.
"N.nothing!!"
Vegeta pulled back delivering a boot to his chin causing him to release his grip. Vegeta instantly caught him by his ankle, extending his hand towards the stifled Goku.
"Bullshit!!"
Vegeta scream out shooting a devastating blast that engulfed Goku in a tremendous light. He screamed out in pain falling limply to the planet. Goku bounced against the ground several times before finally coming to a rest. He weakly pushed himself up as Vegeta took off after him again. They locked into battle once more, combating with a blinding speed. They left nothing but mere after images, causing the planet to rumble with every intense blow.
"I'm serious Vegeta!! Nothings the.MATTER!!"
Goku drugged him square in the nose as they continued to fight.
"That.SO!?"
Vegeta countered with a blow to his stomach.
"YEAH!!"
Goku responded in kind with a forearm shiver.
"Then why is this so.EASY!?!"
Vegeta began unloading with several rapid kicks to Goku before using an axe handle smash to plant Goku back in the planet's crust, resulting in several more trees collapsing on him. Vegeta began breathing heavily turning back on his power as Goku drug himself out of the terrain again.
"Goku!?! Vegeta!?!"
Vegeta floated back down to the ground in front of his long time ally/rival. He gave him a stern look as he reverted to a level 2, than 1, and normal again. Goku looked up at him still in his level 3 status. Goku's eyes seemed distracted and lost, as if he wasn't thinking about the task that was right in front of him.
"Hey there you guys are, that's enough roughhousing for now."
Vegeta's eyes never left Goku's as Bulma walked over through the thick woods. She smiled as she spoke.
"Come on Chi-Chi's got some dinner ready."
She blinked heavily at the eerie silence. The mention of food normal excited them, but the two just sat there looking at each other. Vegeta much more coldly than Goku. Bulma tapped her foot impatiently as her brow ruffled up with a steamed grunt.
"Hello!?! Earth to Sayains! FOOD! GO EAT NOW!!"
Goku shook his head powering down, coming too. He falsely clinched his fist tightly with an excited yell.
"Hm? Food!?! Alright!!"
He quickly took off through the woods with a loud "I'm starving." Bulma shook her head for a moment before looking back at Vegeta.
"That Goku, always in a hurry to eat something."
Vegeta groaned disappointed at his mate. She as much as anyone should have picked up on his off response to the mention of his wife's vittles. He wanted to ask her but only one question came to mind.
"Woman.how did you reach us so quickly? Kakarot's home is 30 miles in the other direction."
Bulma gave a smug grin, pulling the capsule out of her pant pocket. Vegeta watched as she clicked the button on top tossing it onto the ground. As the dust settle out popped a familiar little gizmo.
"Yep, I know.I'm a genius!"
Vegeta only frowned before taking off towards Goku's home. Seeing the warp gate only bought back bad memories and besides, he wanted to eat. She shrugged as she turned the machine on.
"No appreciate for a great mind."
She picked up the machine slipping back through the portal from where she originally came.
******
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1,2,3..uh!
My baby don't mess around because she loves me so and this I know fo sho'
But does she really want to? But can't stand to see me walk out the door
Don't try to fight feeling 'cause the thought alone is killing me right now
Thank God for mom and dad for sticking two together cause we don't know how!!
Pan rustled under the sheets as the booming alarm of her stereo woke her up on the spot. It was as if she was fighting for that last wink of sleep. But Dre 3000 and the Love-haters weren't about to give her another moments rest as the up beat track played through her Bose speakers. She finally sat up rubbing her eyes with her palm swinging her legs off to the side.
Hey-- ya--! Hey--ya!
*clap clap clap* Uh!
Hey---ya--! Hey--ya-.click!
She stood up yawning in the over grown t-shirt she normally slept in. It was an old shirt she had gotten from Grandpa Goku almost 5 years ago. The material was soft, hand made by her grand mother. It meant allot to her, she didn't get many things from her Sayain side of the tree other than her fighting skills and the blood in her veins. Wearing this shirt at night was almost as if pajita Goku was there with her, wrapping his large, powerful arms around her. She took it off gazing at it for a moment before folding the thing and placing it on her oak dresser before proceeding to the shower.
She gave out a heavy sigh as the water rolled off her flesh. It felt so good to take a nice hot shower in the mornings, however she was already despising having to do it so early for the next couple of months. Never again would she take a 7:30 class, no matter how promising Bra said the instructor was. But of course, when Bra took Dr. Owahee's physics class.it was at the very favorable time of 11 am. But according to her parents, various uncles and aunts, good professors at the university level weren't easy to find. Waking up on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at the crack of dawn was just something she'd have to get use to. Pan turned off the water looking at the peach tile of her bathroom for a moment. She listened as the water went down the drain slowly. It was time to get started, her day and the next part of her life.
*****
WCU was a big time educational institute, overwhelming at the least just by the sheer magnitude of the campus. Not to mention the gigantic student body that took up residence and attended there. Allot sat on her shoulders with a vast majority of her family calling the prestigious instituted their alma matter. But it's by that same fact that finding her way around was easy. She'd been to 3 graduations, one building dedication, and a father that taught AP classes at that same place. In fact the Physics building was named after her grandfather.Satan Hall. She was only a tiny tike when this happened but she was there in the picture along with Gohan and the others as he tossed up the infamous V and a laugh. She could only imagine that the "Now who rules!?!" Chant broke out rather quickly. By the time she got done with her musings she found herself sitting in the back/top of the auditorium styled class preparing her note book for class. The class was pretty full, filled with a wide arrangement of individuals, most of which appeared to be familiar with one another. Pan on the other hand just crossed her legs and waited. She closed her eyes taking a deep breath to herself, centering her feelings as her father had taught her so many times growing up. Her center was shaken as a short, energetic African man shot through the doors, slamming his text book and bag on the table. He leaned against the table looking back and forth with his dark brown eyes ruffling his thick brow. He wore a festive sweater of thick wool with greenish brown khaki pants.
"Da question is."
The class looked at him as he stayed lodged in the same position he was in almost 5 minutes ago.
".why are yoo all in shorts? It taint hot."
The entire class was drawn back as the man continued to glare at them. He adjusted his glass as if before pointing at a young man in the front row.
"YOU!!!"
He perked up as Owahee scrambled over to him leaning in his face. He grabbed the boys hand placing it on his thinning hair.
"Dause ma head feel hot boy?!"
"N..no."
"Den it taint hot!!! HOHA!!!"
Owahee pulled back shuffling back to his desk before grabbing a marker out of his bag. The whole class stood shocked as they watched him pause again. He turned forcing the glass to gasp in surprise again as he smiled.
"Oh come now, ah whas only kiddin' now!"
The class seemed to sigh in relief. As he scribbled frivolous information about himself on the board. He slowly began to talk explaining his credentials. Pan looked at the window at the beautiful campus with a smile. She felt pretty good about things even if it was only 10 minutes into class. She turned quickly only to catch an erase about 2 inches from her face. The class gave out a stunned reply to the move. Owahee grinned to himself as he stayed posed in his follow through position. Pan's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Excuse me sir, what was that for ?"
"It seems ah was wrong, yoo were payin' attention. And because of dat, let me ask ya a question!!"
Owahee took off up the steps to her position hopping onto her desk. She drew back as he leaned in.
"What.would yoo tell de otha' brothas ta keep dem from vaporizing yoo?"
Pan blinked several times lost as he nodded.
"Other.brothers?"
"Yes now quick! Dey impatient?"
Pan curled up her shoulders moving her lips in an attempt to find her words.
"I.I."
"Too late.dey fried yoo like a chicken! 'ang tight girl.it's gone be a long semester."
He hoped back down scrambling back to the front of the class leaving Pan still at a loss for words. This was teaching? And as Owahee instantly broke into a lecture about force, she knew his words might have a hint of truth too them.
*****
Class let out and hour and 20 minutes later leaving her stifled and drained mentally. Never did she expect to see something so unorthodox and obstinate. She sighed again as she sat on the bench next to her grandfathers building.
"Yo Pan!?!"
Pan looked up at the sight of Bra Briefs, waving and sprinting towards her. Pan smiled as she stopped in front of her soothing her hair and yellow sun dress back in place.
"Hey Bra."
"So kid, how was it?"
Terrifying. Owahee and his other brother's were enough to make anyone question their own intelligence as well as the short African's sanity.
"Him, psh! He's no problem at all. Why in fact he was curious as why I was in their?"
Bra smiled.
"He got you with the other brother thing huh?"
Pan drew back slightly stammering.
"W..what? No way, not me! I'm too smart to be confused by him."
Pan made a muscled grabbing it with an overzealous haughty laugh.
"Of course.so what class you got next?" Bra said in an attempt to save Pan from herself. She knew Pan had been stifled by the heretical style of teaching she encountered from the man. But she would never admit to having a hard time. It was the Satan gene within that would do so. Pan pulled the schedule out of her tight fitting jeans looking at it for a moment.
"English with a Dr. Archer."
Bra laughed heavily scratching at the black choker around her neck, Pan rose an eyebrow to her friends amusement.
"What?"
"Archer is a bigger stick in the mud than my father!"
"What.?"
Pan dropped her head in defeat as Bra helped her up.
"It'll be okay, come on I'll walk you there."
Pan sighed bewildered, college was definitely a new experience, and she'd been blind sided.
END OF PART II
Jebus that was tough to write! I hope you liked, I'll try to get the next chapter out faster okay? 10 points to anyone who can figure out the Other Brother thing!! Please review.
*Goku*
Hey this is Goku, and on the next episode of Dragonball Z, things are steadily getting stranger. I feel something lingering deep in my mind, and it has something to do with Vegeta. Mean while Pan continues to struggle against the grain of college life. The Son clan is taking lumps, next time on Dragonball Z!!!
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