That Bastard Son
Ch.3- He's A Rude One, Isn't He?
Disclaimer: No, I do not own Dragonball Z. Only the characters Himari and Son Draws. Anyone who steals them or my idea will have Mara the evil otaku stalk you and put a whack on your profile. Now that's done, enjoy!
When they arrived at the Son house, Chi-Chi came out to greet them. "Hi boys! ...Who's your friend?" She asked. "We found him wandering in the woods, and he's very hurt. We brought him home to nurse him back to health." Goku explained. "Is that all right?" Chi Chi smiled. "All right he does look like he does need help." Goten nodded in agreement, and shifted the boy on his back to stay on. "Greet him, mom." He said. Chichi chuckled. "I would, but it looks like your friend is sound asleep on you, Goten." Goten blinked, and craned him head to look back. She was right. Son was snoring away, unaware that he was at a home he definitely didn't want to go back to...ever.
Goten and Goku realized that Son was asleep, and decided to put him in the guest bedroom down the hall from Pan's room. As soon as they left, Pan opened her bedroom door and tiptoed down the corridor, stopping at the guest bedroom door. She wondered who was the boy that her ojiisan and ojisan Goten brought in. From what she could see from her bedroom window, the boy looked no more than her and Bra's age, maybe younger. It had been maybe four years since they went dragonball hunting in the universe, and she and Bra didn't have many opportunities to meet guys. Considering who their parents were. Looking around to see if anyone was watching her, Pan quietly opened the door and crept in quietly. A slight change in the silence told her that someone was in there with her, and she whirled around on instinct. 'Well duh that one guy.' Her mind said.
The quarter saiyajin saw that the boy was sleeping soundly on the bed, and his wounds were cleaned and wrapped in bandages. He was clothed only in his boxers, because the rest of his clothes were being sewn up and washed. Pan noticed that he had a nice body, with rippling muscles under his light tan skin. She also noticed that there were small scars crisscrossing over his chest and body. But the one that interested her most was the one on his left cheek, the one that looked like it was stitched up. 'Where did he get these scars? They look like they were from a whip or something. ...But who would whip him?' She examined the many other scars on his stomach, which luckily she could hardly see at all.
Pan reached out to touch the deepest scar on his chest, but then her wrist was caught, and she gasped. "...What are you doing?" Son asked quietly as he sat up. Pan saw that his eyes were blue like Trunks', but instead of cheerfulness, it was filled with pain that seemed to have lingered for a long time. 'What sad, beautiful eyes.' "I...I..." She couldn't think of any words to explain as she snapped back to reality. "...If you have nothing to say, leave me alone." Son said. He then let go, slightly shoving her away. The quarter saiyajin looked confused as she stumbled backwards. "What? Spit it out." Son said. Now or never... "I...I have never met such a ruder person than you! See if I ever do anything for you again!" Pan managed to shoot at him before she stomped away. An amethyst eyebrow arched upwards. "Uh, like you ever did anything for me in the first place."
Pan twirled around and shot an evil look at him. "Why are you picking on me!? I don't even know you!" She shouted. Son's stoic expression never changed as he got up and headed towards the bathroom. "I'm not. You're the one who's implying that I am. I don't need some badly dressed punk girl telling me what I do and do not. Don't you think I could be under stress right now?" He looked over his shoulder. "Or do you always open your big mouth before you think?" He asked. Pan opened her mouth to say something rude back, but her eyes trailed up to see even deeper scars running down Son's back. "Does it hurt?" She asked. "What? Listening to your chatter when I'm trying to rest? It hurts my head a lot." Son answered, washing his face at the sink. "No, I meant the scars on your back. Where did you get those?" Pan asked impatiently. Son wiped his face and put the towel back on the rack. "Had them since I was a kid I always try not to think about them every time I see them but..." he trailed off as he searched through the drawers next to the bathroom.
"The painful memories always return to haunt me." The purple-haired teen said as he put on a black t-shirt that had the words, 'Skateboarding is not a crime' on it. "Life is full of suffering no matter how nice it might be for you. Remember that." He then opened up the bedroom door. "But what if there was some way life wouldn't be?" Pan asked. Son paused at the doorway. "It doesn't matter nothing matters anymore." He muttered as he left, slamming the door behind him and leaving the quarter saiyajin in the dark room. Son walked down the hallway and completely forgot about the weird girl that sneaked into his bedroom as soon as he entered the living room. " Ohayo! I didn't think you'd be awake, considering you were zoned out when you came. Would you like to eat now?" Videl asked as she saw Son. The purple-haired teen blinked as he saw that this strange woman with blue eyes was talking to him.
"Who are you?" Son asked. "Wow, Goku was right. You aren't much of a talker, are you?" Videl chuckled. "I haven't got your name yet. My name is Videl." "Son." He said shortly. "Really? That's sounds like you could be related to us but you don't look like it." Videl said. " I've been told that." Son mumbled as he sat down at the table. His stomach growled at the sight and smell of the food in front of him but he wasn't sure to give in to his urges. "Go ahead and eat. It's not going to bite." The blue-eyed woman smiled at him. Son sighed and finally dug in, ignoring the look on a spiky-haired man's face as he entered the kitchen. "Wow! Not many people can eat that much..." He started as he observed the many plates that was piled on the table.. Son stopped eating to stare into the man's eyes. "As a saiyajin?" He asked.
Gohan's mouth dropped open as he registered these words. "...What? But...how?" "Vegeta-
sei blows up in a big explosion, some survivors are living on Earth, had kids, yadda yadda yadda I know. What makes you think I don't?" Son asked. "Uh " Gohan started. "If you really want to know, I'm from the future." Son said. "...Did you say from the future?" Gohan asked. Son rolled his eyes as he heard people coming into the house. " How about I properly explain it as soon as I'm done eating?" He asked. Just then, Pan ran into the kitchen. "Okaasan! Otousan! Vegeta, Bulma, Trunks, Bra, Marron, Juuhachigou, Krillin, and everyone else have just arrived!" She announced. "Have you met my husband Gohan, and my daughter Pan, Son-kun?" Videl asked. Son acknowledged Gohan with a nod of his head. He then looked at Pan. "You sneaked into my bedroom a few minutes ago." Videl and Gohan blinked, and looked at their daughter, who just started laughing nervously.
Hey! What did you think? If you think you know why 'Son', as I like to disguise his name, is back in the past to change what could possibly affect his other self's life, please review! Even if you don't get it right, it's okay! And just to let you know, this story takes place about four years after the dark dragonball hunting, so right now Pan is I guess, 18, Bra is 19, Marron is...26?, Goten is 30, and Trunks is 31. A lot of angst in the next chapter, so be prepared! Oh, I wonder if anyone can do fanart for any of my stories?