Disclaimer: I don't own DragonBallZ.
To any and all expectant readers, I would like to make it known that I have worked hard and to the best of my ability to plan this story out so that nothing in here is out of place.
And a short reminder that I love to receive reviews, therefore I try to reply to every single one I get! I appreciate reviews to the fullest!
And one note to new readers, if you haven't taken the time to read some of 'It Just Makes Sense,' you might want to so you get what's happening.
With that said, I will begin...
It was just like any other morning, except today the weather was descent. The sun washed over the green landscape. Everything seemed refreshed.
The rich scent of French toast, syrup, and hot coffee. It provided all the reason one Saiyan needed to get out of bed. Goku sat up. "Breakfast!" he exclaimed mightily, and he crawled out from underneath the covers.
He pulled a white shirt over his head and started down the stairs toward Chi-Chi who was shuffling busily about the kitchen.
"Good morning, Chi-Chi!" he said.
"Well, it's about time," his wife clucked as she shot Goku a quick glance and tried to suppress a smile. "I was beginning to worry you'd died in your sleep."
Goku grinned, interlacing his fingers behind his head. "I guess I was pretty tired."
"Sit down. Your breakfast is almost ready," she told him.
"Breakfast!" Goku couldn't miss breakfast. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day, especially if you're a Saiyan in training. Somewhere between his second helping of toast and third cup of coffee Goku got an idea. He looked up at Chi-Chi. "Hey, do you want to come with me today when I train?"
"I don't know. Maybe. Why?" She poured some more coffee into a cup for Goku.
"Bulma told me there are going to be shooting stars out tonight," he replied. "I thought you might like to watch."
Chi-Chi smiled. Sometimes he could be sweet. "Of course, I'll go with you."
Goku grinned. He knew she would like a little 'quality time' under the stars.
. . . . . .
Bulma's husband never appreciated her cooking, so she never cooked anymore, and he was left to scrounge through the cabinets and see what he could find.
Bulma looked over the top of her science magazine at her daughter, Chain. "Good morning, Dad!"
Vegeta grunted in reply and shut slammed the cupboard door. There wasn't anything worth eating in there.
"Morning, Mom!" Chain said. She jumped up onto the counter stool beside Bulma.
"Good morning," she replied. "Oh, Chain, I've been checking the skies with my telescope lately, and I thought you might like to know that there's going to be a meteor shower tonight. If you want to see it the best place to go would be up on those hills you used to visit."
"Hey, Dad, can we go tonight?" Chain asked.
"You may."
"I want you to come, too."
Vegeta glared at his daughter and then plunged his head into the refrigerator. "Okay."
Chain smiled. There was nothing she liked more than spending time with her father.
. . . . . .
Trunks had been waiting in the foyer for a few minutes now. They wanted to go and train today in the GR at Bulma's home, but Demi wasn't ready yet.
Trunks glanced at his wristwatch and then yelled up the stairs. "Hey, are you coming?"
No answer. He decided to see what was taking so long.
Up the staircase. She was in the living room. Demi was on the couch with her eyes closed, curled into a ball. Was it Trunks's imagination or was she paler than usual?
"Demi, are you feeling okay?" He knelt down beside her.
She opened her eyes and grinned sheepishly. "I'm just feeling a little lightheaded. I'm sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry," he said. "Are you sure you're alright?"
She nodded. "I'm okay now. We can go."
. . . . . .
Chain was just about to head to the GR to join her father for training, when the doorbell rang. She went to the door and smiled at her older brother and sister-in-law.
"Trunks!"
"How're you doing, Chain?" He gave her a hug. She stepped back and looked up at him.
"Your hair is longer."
"It's only about shoulder-length, there's nothing wrong with that," he said.
"I didn't say anything was wrong. You just look different." She looked at Demi. "You've changed too."
"I guess that's what happens," she smiled.
Then Bulma came in through the hallway. "Oh, my goodness! How are you, Trunks!" She hugged him tightly. "And Demi? It's been such a long time! What are you guys doing here?"
"Actually, we were hoping to use the GR," Trunks replied.
"I should have guessed," Bulma grinned. "Your father is already in there. You should stay for a while! Maybe for dinner, or something."
Trunks and Demi shook their heads in unison and Chain made a gagging gesture behind Bulma's back.
"Oh, we don't want to make you go to all that trouble," Demi told her.
"Yeah, you work hard enough as it is," Trunks lied.
"Actually, I was thinking of ordering out," she said.
"Oh!...Um, well, in that case, I suppose..." Trunks trailed off, slightly embarrassed.
"Yeah...we just didn't want you to have to cook for us," his wife chimed in.
Bulma crossed her arms and looked at the floor. "I'm sure that was it."
Trunks was at a loss for words.
Chain was shaking with both hands clapped over her mouth, trying (without much success) not to laugh.
"And what's your problem?" Bulma asked.
"Nothing," Chain whispered, snorting the laughter back through her nose.
"Oh, get out of here!" Her mother shoved her in the direction of the GR. "You too, guys. Why don't you go ahead?"
"Good to see you again, Mom."
"Bye, Mom..."
. . . . . .
"Goku, be careful!" Chi-Chi scolded. "What are you trying to do your son, anyway, kill him?"
"Yeah, Dad..." Goten rubbed his sore eye. "You don't have to hit that hard."
Goku smiled like Goten's rebuke was a compliment. "Sorry, guys. I guess I don't know my own strength."
Goten rolled his eyes. "You do something like that almost every sparring session," Goten remarked.
"Are you serious?" Chi-Chi's mouth dropped open. "I need to spend more time down here keeping an eye on you two."
"Now look at what you did," Goku whispered.
Goten sighed.
. . . . . .
After almost an hour of training in the GR Demi seemed to suddenly lose focus.
Chain landed a flying kick in Demi's stomach, and Demi vomited across the room and crumpled into a ball. She grabbed at her stomach and rocked back and forth, groaning.
"Yuck..." Chain stepped back, and shook the revolting mess off her hands.
"Demi, are you okay?" Trunks ran toward them.
"Geez, I'm sorry," Chain said.
"No...it's not...I...wasn't feeling good before you hit me..."
"What's wrong?" Her husband was worried.
"I just don't feel good..."
"Well, take a break," he said.
"I think I should just call it quits for the day."
"If you're sure." Trunks helped her stand up, and she walked slowly toward the exit.
"Sorry, Demi," Chain repeated nervously.
"It wasn't your fault," Demi mumbled without turning around.
"Demi told me this morning that she was feeling kind of lightheaded."
Vegeta scowled. Skipping training over an upset stomach was inexcusable.
Demi stumbled into the house and leaned her head against the wall. She felt like she had the worst hangover of her life.
Bulma noticed her daughter-in-law and stopped. "Hey, are you okay, hon?"
"I don't know..." Her voice was low and weak.
"Are you sick?" she inquired.
Demi nodded faintly.
"Why don't you lie down for a while? Do you want me to get you anything?"
"No...thank you."
Bulma helped her to the couch and propped some pillows up for her. "If you need anything, you let me know, okay?"
"Yeah..."
Bulma thought out loud. "You know, maybe you should have Trunks take you home."
"He's busy..." Demi rolled onto her side and wrapped her hands around her stomach.
Demi was half-Saiyan; her immune system didn't cave easily. It was definitely unusual for a Saiyan to get sick.
"I'm going to tell Trunks to take you home."
"Please don't," Demi told her.
"Yes I will. I want him to take you home. If you're sick, you need to rest."
"I'll be fine," Demi said. She threw her hands over her face and started to sob quietly.
You can guess what's wrong. It's the summary, for goodness' sake...well, whatever. Review!
And a special thanks to my editor! You're doing a great job, as always! Thank you!
To any and all expectant readers, I would like to make it known that I have worked hard and to the best of my ability to plan this story out so that nothing in here is out of place.
And a short reminder that I love to receive reviews, therefore I try to reply to every single one I get! I appreciate reviews to the fullest!
And one note to new readers, if you haven't taken the time to read some of 'It Just Makes Sense,' you might want to so you get what's happening.
With that said, I will begin...
It was just like any other morning, except today the weather was descent. The sun washed over the green landscape. Everything seemed refreshed.
The rich scent of French toast, syrup, and hot coffee. It provided all the reason one Saiyan needed to get out of bed. Goku sat up. "Breakfast!" he exclaimed mightily, and he crawled out from underneath the covers.
He pulled a white shirt over his head and started down the stairs toward Chi-Chi who was shuffling busily about the kitchen.
"Good morning, Chi-Chi!" he said.
"Well, it's about time," his wife clucked as she shot Goku a quick glance and tried to suppress a smile. "I was beginning to worry you'd died in your sleep."
Goku grinned, interlacing his fingers behind his head. "I guess I was pretty tired."
"Sit down. Your breakfast is almost ready," she told him.
"Breakfast!" Goku couldn't miss breakfast. Breakfast was the most important meal of the day, especially if you're a Saiyan in training. Somewhere between his second helping of toast and third cup of coffee Goku got an idea. He looked up at Chi-Chi. "Hey, do you want to come with me today when I train?"
"I don't know. Maybe. Why?" She poured some more coffee into a cup for Goku.
"Bulma told me there are going to be shooting stars out tonight," he replied. "I thought you might like to watch."
Chi-Chi smiled. Sometimes he could be sweet. "Of course, I'll go with you."
Goku grinned. He knew she would like a little 'quality time' under the stars.
. . . . . .
Bulma's husband never appreciated her cooking, so she never cooked anymore, and he was left to scrounge through the cabinets and see what he could find.
Bulma looked over the top of her science magazine at her daughter, Chain. "Good morning, Dad!"
Vegeta grunted in reply and shut slammed the cupboard door. There wasn't anything worth eating in there.
"Morning, Mom!" Chain said. She jumped up onto the counter stool beside Bulma.
"Good morning," she replied. "Oh, Chain, I've been checking the skies with my telescope lately, and I thought you might like to know that there's going to be a meteor shower tonight. If you want to see it the best place to go would be up on those hills you used to visit."
"Hey, Dad, can we go tonight?" Chain asked.
"You may."
"I want you to come, too."
Vegeta glared at his daughter and then plunged his head into the refrigerator. "Okay."
Chain smiled. There was nothing she liked more than spending time with her father.
. . . . . .
Trunks had been waiting in the foyer for a few minutes now. They wanted to go and train today in the GR at Bulma's home, but Demi wasn't ready yet.
Trunks glanced at his wristwatch and then yelled up the stairs. "Hey, are you coming?"
No answer. He decided to see what was taking so long.
Up the staircase. She was in the living room. Demi was on the couch with her eyes closed, curled into a ball. Was it Trunks's imagination or was she paler than usual?
"Demi, are you feeling okay?" He knelt down beside her.
She opened her eyes and grinned sheepishly. "I'm just feeling a little lightheaded. I'm sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry," he said. "Are you sure you're alright?"
She nodded. "I'm okay now. We can go."
. . . . . .
Chain was just about to head to the GR to join her father for training, when the doorbell rang. She went to the door and smiled at her older brother and sister-in-law.
"Trunks!"
"How're you doing, Chain?" He gave her a hug. She stepped back and looked up at him.
"Your hair is longer."
"It's only about shoulder-length, there's nothing wrong with that," he said.
"I didn't say anything was wrong. You just look different." She looked at Demi. "You've changed too."
"I guess that's what happens," she smiled.
Then Bulma came in through the hallway. "Oh, my goodness! How are you, Trunks!" She hugged him tightly. "And Demi? It's been such a long time! What are you guys doing here?"
"Actually, we were hoping to use the GR," Trunks replied.
"I should have guessed," Bulma grinned. "Your father is already in there. You should stay for a while! Maybe for dinner, or something."
Trunks and Demi shook their heads in unison and Chain made a gagging gesture behind Bulma's back.
"Oh, we don't want to make you go to all that trouble," Demi told her.
"Yeah, you work hard enough as it is," Trunks lied.
"Actually, I was thinking of ordering out," she said.
"Oh!...Um, well, in that case, I suppose..." Trunks trailed off, slightly embarrassed.
"Yeah...we just didn't want you to have to cook for us," his wife chimed in.
Bulma crossed her arms and looked at the floor. "I'm sure that was it."
Trunks was at a loss for words.
Chain was shaking with both hands clapped over her mouth, trying (without much success) not to laugh.
"And what's your problem?" Bulma asked.
"Nothing," Chain whispered, snorting the laughter back through her nose.
"Oh, get out of here!" Her mother shoved her in the direction of the GR. "You too, guys. Why don't you go ahead?"
"Good to see you again, Mom."
"Bye, Mom..."
. . . . . .
"Goku, be careful!" Chi-Chi scolded. "What are you trying to do your son, anyway, kill him?"
"Yeah, Dad..." Goten rubbed his sore eye. "You don't have to hit that hard."
Goku smiled like Goten's rebuke was a compliment. "Sorry, guys. I guess I don't know my own strength."
Goten rolled his eyes. "You do something like that almost every sparring session," Goten remarked.
"Are you serious?" Chi-Chi's mouth dropped open. "I need to spend more time down here keeping an eye on you two."
"Now look at what you did," Goku whispered.
Goten sighed.
. . . . . .
After almost an hour of training in the GR Demi seemed to suddenly lose focus.
Chain landed a flying kick in Demi's stomach, and Demi vomited across the room and crumpled into a ball. She grabbed at her stomach and rocked back and forth, groaning.
"Yuck..." Chain stepped back, and shook the revolting mess off her hands.
"Demi, are you okay?" Trunks ran toward them.
"Geez, I'm sorry," Chain said.
"No...it's not...I...wasn't feeling good before you hit me..."
"What's wrong?" Her husband was worried.
"I just don't feel good..."
"Well, take a break," he said.
"I think I should just call it quits for the day."
"If you're sure." Trunks helped her stand up, and she walked slowly toward the exit.
"Sorry, Demi," Chain repeated nervously.
"It wasn't your fault," Demi mumbled without turning around.
"Demi told me this morning that she was feeling kind of lightheaded."
Vegeta scowled. Skipping training over an upset stomach was inexcusable.
Demi stumbled into the house and leaned her head against the wall. She felt like she had the worst hangover of her life.
Bulma noticed her daughter-in-law and stopped. "Hey, are you okay, hon?"
"I don't know..." Her voice was low and weak.
"Are you sick?" she inquired.
Demi nodded faintly.
"Why don't you lie down for a while? Do you want me to get you anything?"
"No...thank you."
Bulma helped her to the couch and propped some pillows up for her. "If you need anything, you let me know, okay?"
"Yeah..."
Bulma thought out loud. "You know, maybe you should have Trunks take you home."
"He's busy..." Demi rolled onto her side and wrapped her hands around her stomach.
Demi was half-Saiyan; her immune system didn't cave easily. It was definitely unusual for a Saiyan to get sick.
"I'm going to tell Trunks to take you home."
"Please don't," Demi told her.
"Yes I will. I want him to take you home. If you're sick, you need to rest."
"I'll be fine," Demi said. She threw her hands over her face and started to sob quietly.
You can guess what's wrong. It's the summary, for goodness' sake...well, whatever. Review!
And a special thanks to my editor! You're doing a great job, as always! Thank you!