That Bastard Son
Ch.4-That's All I've Got To Say
I don't own DBZ! I only own my own characters. And hopefully there isn't going to be romance.
Son almost choked on his meatballs as he caught a glimpse of blue hair from the kitchen. He then stood up and quietly excused himself. "What's wrong?" Videl asked. "Nothing...I just lost my appetite for some reason." Son mumbled. Gohan, Videl, and Pan scratched their heads in confusion as he left the kitchen swiftly. Son walked down the hallways to go back to his bedroom, but someone accidentally ran into him. "Oof! Sorry! My fault!" Son blinked as he saw a young woman with blonde hair and blue eyes smiling and rubbing the back of her head in an expression like Goku's. She wore a pink hat, a pink dress, with a white long-sleeved shirt underneath, and yellow shoes. Her hair was in pigtails, and she wore gold hoop earrings. "Not hurt, are you?" She asked. Son shook his head as the young woman examined him, poking his arms and face.
"Good!" She then slightly frowned. "I never seen you before...are you one of Pan or Bra's ex-boyfriends or something?" She asked. Son had a look of disgust on his face. "No....why would you even think that? You're sick." The young woman's eyebrow lifted. "So...you're not? Then who are you? If you don't tell me, I'll force it out of you." Son was about to answer, but luckily Gohan found them and got Son out of there just in time. "...Who is that weird blonde chick?" Son asked as he was hustled into the living room. "I see that you met Marron." Gohan said. "...Marron?" Son asked. "Yep...the daughter of Kuririn and Juuhachigou." Gohan explained, pointing them out as they entered. "..." Son didn't say anything as everyone's focus turned to him. He felt very claustrophobic, and wanted to get the hell out of there. He hated being in front of people.
"...Konnichi wa." He finally said quietly. "...Konnichi wa!" Son almost jumped out of his skin as a whole bunch of voices greeted him back. "…Isn't he a cutie?" Bulma said to Chichi as she waved at Son. The teen just nodded at her. "Yes, but I can't help but get the feeling he's somewhat related to you." Chichi whispered back. Vegeta stood off to the side, quietly observing the young man at the front of the room with a scowl on his face as usual. "…What do you mean?" Bulma asked. "Goku and I have no living brothers or sisters, and he has purple hair. So I figured he was related to you in some way. What do you think?" Chichi asked. Bulma tilted her head, looking at the amethyst-haired boy. "...No...no...I think he looks like he could be related to you." She said.
Vegeta finally broke the chattering surrounding him. "You, boy!" He barked out at the teen. Son scowled in a manner similar to Vegeta's as he looked at the short saiyajin. "...The name is Son." He said stiffly. Vegeta just snorted. "I don't care what your name is...explain yourself. I've never seen you before." "Vegeta! Already three seconds in the room, and you're getting up in this poor boy's face! Shame on you!" Bulma scolded. "...It's alright. It's not he's going to bite me in the ass like a dog." Son chuckled mirthlessly. "Of course, unless you can carry your large head across the other side of the room to have a go at me?" He asked. Vegeta growled deep under his breath as he faced away from Son. Everyone blinked as they realized the joke, and burst out laughing, pointing at Vegeta. "AHAHAHA!!! He zinged you!" Son looked at them strangely. "It wasn't that funny." He said.
Almost immediately they all stopped laughing, except for Goku, who had a mouth full of food, and he was choking on it. Pan whacked Goku's back, helping him swallow the food in one big gulp. "Whoo, thanks Pan. I thought I'd die on food. "Well ojiisan, that wouldn't be a nice death for you, would it?" Pan asked. "No, I guess not." They all laughed again, almost forgetting Son was even there. But luckily Pan saw that Son slunk off, and followed him. "Son, why are you by yourself? Where's your mom and dad?" She said. Son stopped, a mixed feeling of grief and anger washing over him. 'Okaasan...' he thought. "I'm an orphan.." He explained. "...I'm sorry." Pan said. The purple-haired teenager looked at her. "...Why did she have to leave me all alone?" He asked quietly. "What?" Pan asked. "...Why did she wait all that time for him?" "...What are you talking about, Son?" She asked again. "He left me with hatred, despair, loneliness, and bitter feelings towards the world because he never loved her back." Son muttered. 'That's all I've got to say.'
"Who did?" Pan asked as she grabbed his arm. Son almost shoved her away, but she was determined to stay. "I won't leave until you give me a straight answer." She said. Son sighed, but he had to give her credit for being such a nosy brat. "Okay, fine! Answer me this question: Why couldn't Okaasan continue on with life?! Why did she have to commit suicide in front of me, Pan? WHY DAMMIT!?" He shouted. The black-haired girl couldn't answer the question as he brushed her off. "Son..." She started. "...Stop trying to make me feel better. I don't need you telling me what to do." Son said flatly. Pan didn't understand as she walked after him. "...What don't you understand!? Get the fuck away from me! I WANT TO BE ALONE!!!" Son yelled. The quarter saiyajin stopped, letting the teen go. "...Pan? What happened? I heard yelling in here." Marron said as she ran up to Pan, who was sitting down on the floor and feeling like crap. "Marron...what's it like to lose a loved one forever?" She asked.
Okay, well there wasn't much explaining really, but at least there's a part of Draws' tragic life revealed. And sorry if I haven't updated in a while. I've been busying myself doing other things. If you want to, check out my profile in It's 'anotakuami.' And I decided to change the ages. This story actually takes place two years after the dark dragonball hunting. So if I confused people, sorry!