AN: WOW!!!!! Great job everyone, I think just about everybody got it
right! Amazing!!! Spectacular!!! Superb!!!! Sorry this wasn't out
sooner, you deserved it. Most peeps said the guy was Goku... well, we
shall see. Who says I can't make a Krillin pairing? And what about
Oolong? ::shudders:: Well, that *would* be different, but I wasn't
planning on that yet.
Larky-chan – no, you're not stupid, you're right!
Ankle - gomen nasi, but this is not a Hotaru fic. Hope you'll read it anyway! Our favorite firefly will probably come in in the future, but for now she won't.
Moonlady – its ok!!! You were closer than you think. Read on…
Kei – Callisto-sama am I? Actually I'm fine with just Calli-chan. But domo arigato for your lovely review! Chapters will be getting longer, its just that the first ones were more of an introduction. But your right about the pairing. They have so much in common, it's amazing!
Anyways, if anyone steals my idea for how this pairing came to be (I think I can safely admit that it is Usa/Goku- to the disappointment of some and joy of others) as in the whole thing with her father, then--
::Suddenly Hiiro appears and points his gun at the audience:: "Omae o korusu"
All sweatdrop. "Um, I wasn't gonna be that threatening, Hii-chan."
Hiiro: ...
ANYWAY, thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. Thank you EternalMoonPrincess for helping me out with Lunch's name. I knew I needed to listen closer to Dragonball! Domo arigato!
"..." is talking, '...' is thought, [...] is AN, (...) is extra info but part of the fic, ... means trailed off, -- means interrupted.
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The following years were all similar. Daddy would always try to cram as much fun as possible into a single day. I didn't realize it, but I began to think of him more as a favorite uncle then my father. Then Pluto would some and he'd have to let me go again and again.
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When I turned 7, he explained to me about the turtle shell and said he'd decided to become a turtle hermit. He also always wore sunglasses now and his head was bald. His remaining hair was white and his wrinkles seemed to multiply.
During my visit when I was 9, I noticed a strange magazine in a corner. I was shocked to see a scantily dressed girl on the cover. Daddy quickly hid it from my sight, but like the wrinkles, the magazines began to multiply.
At 10, my senshi training began, though I didn't realize what it was then. The Outers trained me in physical and mental strength. Martial arts. Meditation. Balance of body and mind. By the end of two years, I was a decent martial artist and excellent with meditation. Setsuna knew it was time to begin the real training.
"Things will be changing around here," she told me just before my twelfth birthday. "Pack some extra clothes for your visit. It will be longer than usual."
Indeed it was, but I didn't understand until afterward why. Setsuna knew. I had reached a bend in the road of life. This would be my last visit to my father for many years, if not forever.
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When I first arrived, it seemed the same as any visit. There was the house, the same house I'd visited for the past 7 years and lived at before that. The same pealing roof and creaky porch. Same windows. Same door. Then I looked around. Something *was* different- where was the island? The house now sat in a valley with mountains in the distance. What happened to the little island in the middle of the ocean?
"This can't be the same place," I insisted.
Pluto simply smiled mysteriously. "Your father will be returning home shortly. You will understand then." Without another word, she disappeared, though I knew she would still be watching over me, as always.
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I sat down on the steps and waited. I thought for a moment that I had been abandoned in this strange place because Pluto didn't want to care for me anymore. Suddenly the door opened and a blue haired woman stepped out, humming to herself. She dropped the laundry she was holding and let out a short scream when she saw me. After the initial shock, she recovered quickly as I smiled sweetly.
"Little girl, what are you doing here all alone?" she asked with maternal concern.
"Hello, my name's Usagi. I'm waiting for my Daddy."
The lady smiled. "Well I'm Lunch. Does your Daddy live near here?"
"Uh huh, he lives in this house."
Lunch looked totally confused. "Well... ah... how 'bout you come inside. I made a nice breakfast for the guys, but you can have some."
She led me inside. To my innocent childhood mind, she immediately took the place of the mother I never knew. We chatted over milk and pancakes and I could tell that she had also taken a liking to me.
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Time passed unnoticed by us. It seemed suddenly that we heard the front door open and the clamor of several pairs of feet.
"--only twelve days until the tournament," a familiar voice was saying.
"Oh Master, will we be ready?" said a nervous, almost sly voice.
"Course we will, Krillin," said another more cheerful voice. "After all, we've been training for months under the best martial arts master in the world."
The first quietly laughed that laugh I knew so well.
As they rounded the bend and entered the kitchen, I couldn't help myself. After all, it had been a year since I'd seen him. "Daddy!" I yelled, throwing myself at him.
Everyone was shocked to say the least. I knew Lunch definitely hadn't expected this. The two boys were covered with dirt and had turtle shells on their backs. The bald guy's eyes were popping and the one with the spiky hair scratched his head. Daddy was surprised. His face reddened from embarrassment, but he smiled and picked me up.
"Hello Bunny."
Everyone else fell over.
"But Master Roshi," said the bald cue ball. "What is she talking about?"
The spiky haired one looked totally lost.
"Uh, he he. [Insert Master Roshi trademark laugh.] This is Usagi. She's, uh, she's my daughter."
Everyone fell over again.
"Wow, I had no idea you were married!" exclaimed Lunch.
"But Master Roshi," said spiky hair. "If you're married, why did we need to go get Lunch? And why do you always look at pictures of girls--"
Daddy clamped his hand over the boy's mouth and smiled nervously. "Uh, he he. Usagi, I'd like you to meet Krillin and Goku. I'm training them for the World Martial Arts tournament in a few days."
"Wow Daddy, can I come?"
"But you won't be here."
"Puu is letting me stay longer this year."
"Really?" His face seemed to light up a bit. "Sure you can come!"
"I mean, can I fight in it?"
"Why would you wanna do that?"
"Puu and Haruka and Michiru have been training me. I'm really good now, and Haruka says I'm a good sparring partner [that would be a big complement from her]. Oh please Daddy, please please please please please please pleeeeeaaaaase." I gave him my best puppy dog face.
At first I thought surely, he'd give in, but then his face became more serious. He addressed me almost as if I was asking to be his pupil. "Well, we'll have to see what you've got."
I cheered; the boys were stunned and lost.
"We were just coming in for our morning break," continued Daddy. "But you can come when we go out again and we'll see what you're made of."
I cheered again as Lunch served the breakfast.
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"Alright, Usagi, let's see how you do against Krillin."
I got into a fighting stance. Krillin, or Cueball, looked confused.
"But Master, we haven't practiced any moves yet. We've only been plowing with bare hands, delivering milk, helping at the construction site, escaping sharks, dinosaurs, and bees, and--"
"Just do it Krillin," said Daddy.
He tried to mimic my stance, but I could see that it was flawed and he was nervous. I used this to my advantage.
I threw fist after fist, kick after kick. For a beginner, he blocked quite well. But he couldn't seem to build up the courage to attack. He was strong, but had little faith in his abilities. When he did attempt a punch or attack, I always dodged. He was fast, but I was much quicker. Within five minutes, he was down and I was victorious.
"Good try, Krillin," said Daddy as I helped him up. My father mused over my sudden increase in ability. "Let's try you against Goku."
"Wow, cool! Master thanks!" I could tell already that he was one of those types who, if he had even a minute of free time, would spar just for the fun of it. I also suddenly realized how closely he had watched the first fight. He matched my stance exactly.
I charged first. Haruka always said my speed was my forte, but he seemed very fast also. I couldn't land a punch, nor could he. We matched each other blow for blow. I'd throw a punch only to be met with his fist, an elbow with his elbow, a knee with his knee.
In the end, he seemed to slow. The shell looked heavy and seemed to be weighing him down. Haruka had made me train with weights on, so I only felt lighter and speedier. But before I could be declared the ultimate winner, my father called for us to stop.
"Enough, enough! Very good, very excellent all of you. Usagi, I definitely didn't expect this. I should have been the one to train you, but as it is I will just have to complete the task."
I jumped up and down and laughed with glee. I had passed the test! My famous Daddy was gonna train me! Daddy just sighed. Now he had three pupils to educate in the complex art.
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Next time the training begins. How'd you like this chapter? Please review- you are the ink for every author's pen. Thank you everyone!
Also, should I retitle this its Japanese translation- Omoide no Anata, I believe. And Kei-chan, how am I doing? I'm on page 6 now!!!
Until the next time I can type, Ja ne.
~Calli-chan
Larky-chan – no, you're not stupid, you're right!
Ankle - gomen nasi, but this is not a Hotaru fic. Hope you'll read it anyway! Our favorite firefly will probably come in in the future, but for now she won't.
Moonlady – its ok!!! You were closer than you think. Read on…
Kei – Callisto-sama am I? Actually I'm fine with just Calli-chan. But domo arigato for your lovely review! Chapters will be getting longer, its just that the first ones were more of an introduction. But your right about the pairing. They have so much in common, it's amazing!
Anyways, if anyone steals my idea for how this pairing came to be (I think I can safely admit that it is Usa/Goku- to the disappointment of some and joy of others) as in the whole thing with her father, then--
::Suddenly Hiiro appears and points his gun at the audience:: "Omae o korusu"
All sweatdrop. "Um, I wasn't gonna be that threatening, Hii-chan."
Hiiro: ...
ANYWAY, thank you so much to everyone who reviewed. Thank you EternalMoonPrincess for helping me out with Lunch's name. I knew I needed to listen closer to Dragonball! Domo arigato!
"..." is talking, '...' is thought, [...] is AN, (...) is extra info but part of the fic, ... means trailed off, -- means interrupted.
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The following years were all similar. Daddy would always try to cram as much fun as possible into a single day. I didn't realize it, but I began to think of him more as a favorite uncle then my father. Then Pluto would some and he'd have to let me go again and again.
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When I turned 7, he explained to me about the turtle shell and said he'd decided to become a turtle hermit. He also always wore sunglasses now and his head was bald. His remaining hair was white and his wrinkles seemed to multiply.
During my visit when I was 9, I noticed a strange magazine in a corner. I was shocked to see a scantily dressed girl on the cover. Daddy quickly hid it from my sight, but like the wrinkles, the magazines began to multiply.
At 10, my senshi training began, though I didn't realize what it was then. The Outers trained me in physical and mental strength. Martial arts. Meditation. Balance of body and mind. By the end of two years, I was a decent martial artist and excellent with meditation. Setsuna knew it was time to begin the real training.
"Things will be changing around here," she told me just before my twelfth birthday. "Pack some extra clothes for your visit. It will be longer than usual."
Indeed it was, but I didn't understand until afterward why. Setsuna knew. I had reached a bend in the road of life. This would be my last visit to my father for many years, if not forever.
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When I first arrived, it seemed the same as any visit. There was the house, the same house I'd visited for the past 7 years and lived at before that. The same pealing roof and creaky porch. Same windows. Same door. Then I looked around. Something *was* different- where was the island? The house now sat in a valley with mountains in the distance. What happened to the little island in the middle of the ocean?
"This can't be the same place," I insisted.
Pluto simply smiled mysteriously. "Your father will be returning home shortly. You will understand then." Without another word, she disappeared, though I knew she would still be watching over me, as always.
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I sat down on the steps and waited. I thought for a moment that I had been abandoned in this strange place because Pluto didn't want to care for me anymore. Suddenly the door opened and a blue haired woman stepped out, humming to herself. She dropped the laundry she was holding and let out a short scream when she saw me. After the initial shock, she recovered quickly as I smiled sweetly.
"Little girl, what are you doing here all alone?" she asked with maternal concern.
"Hello, my name's Usagi. I'm waiting for my Daddy."
The lady smiled. "Well I'm Lunch. Does your Daddy live near here?"
"Uh huh, he lives in this house."
Lunch looked totally confused. "Well... ah... how 'bout you come inside. I made a nice breakfast for the guys, but you can have some."
She led me inside. To my innocent childhood mind, she immediately took the place of the mother I never knew. We chatted over milk and pancakes and I could tell that she had also taken a liking to me.
o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~ o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~o~
Time passed unnoticed by us. It seemed suddenly that we heard the front door open and the clamor of several pairs of feet.
"--only twelve days until the tournament," a familiar voice was saying.
"Oh Master, will we be ready?" said a nervous, almost sly voice.
"Course we will, Krillin," said another more cheerful voice. "After all, we've been training for months under the best martial arts master in the world."
The first quietly laughed that laugh I knew so well.
As they rounded the bend and entered the kitchen, I couldn't help myself. After all, it had been a year since I'd seen him. "Daddy!" I yelled, throwing myself at him.
Everyone was shocked to say the least. I knew Lunch definitely hadn't expected this. The two boys were covered with dirt and had turtle shells on their backs. The bald guy's eyes were popping and the one with the spiky hair scratched his head. Daddy was surprised. His face reddened from embarrassment, but he smiled and picked me up.
"Hello Bunny."
Everyone else fell over.
"But Master Roshi," said the bald cue ball. "What is she talking about?"
The spiky haired one looked totally lost.
"Uh, he he. [Insert Master Roshi trademark laugh.] This is Usagi. She's, uh, she's my daughter."
Everyone fell over again.
"Wow, I had no idea you were married!" exclaimed Lunch.
"But Master Roshi," said spiky hair. "If you're married, why did we need to go get Lunch? And why do you always look at pictures of girls--"
Daddy clamped his hand over the boy's mouth and smiled nervously. "Uh, he he. Usagi, I'd like you to meet Krillin and Goku. I'm training them for the World Martial Arts tournament in a few days."
"Wow Daddy, can I come?"
"But you won't be here."
"Puu is letting me stay longer this year."
"Really?" His face seemed to light up a bit. "Sure you can come!"
"I mean, can I fight in it?"
"Why would you wanna do that?"
"Puu and Haruka and Michiru have been training me. I'm really good now, and Haruka says I'm a good sparring partner [that would be a big complement from her]. Oh please Daddy, please please please please please please pleeeeeaaaaase." I gave him my best puppy dog face.
At first I thought surely, he'd give in, but then his face became more serious. He addressed me almost as if I was asking to be his pupil. "Well, we'll have to see what you've got."
I cheered; the boys were stunned and lost.
"We were just coming in for our morning break," continued Daddy. "But you can come when we go out again and we'll see what you're made of."
I cheered again as Lunch served the breakfast.
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"Alright, Usagi, let's see how you do against Krillin."
I got into a fighting stance. Krillin, or Cueball, looked confused.
"But Master, we haven't practiced any moves yet. We've only been plowing with bare hands, delivering milk, helping at the construction site, escaping sharks, dinosaurs, and bees, and--"
"Just do it Krillin," said Daddy.
He tried to mimic my stance, but I could see that it was flawed and he was nervous. I used this to my advantage.
I threw fist after fist, kick after kick. For a beginner, he blocked quite well. But he couldn't seem to build up the courage to attack. He was strong, but had little faith in his abilities. When he did attempt a punch or attack, I always dodged. He was fast, but I was much quicker. Within five minutes, he was down and I was victorious.
"Good try, Krillin," said Daddy as I helped him up. My father mused over my sudden increase in ability. "Let's try you against Goku."
"Wow, cool! Master thanks!" I could tell already that he was one of those types who, if he had even a minute of free time, would spar just for the fun of it. I also suddenly realized how closely he had watched the first fight. He matched my stance exactly.
I charged first. Haruka always said my speed was my forte, but he seemed very fast also. I couldn't land a punch, nor could he. We matched each other blow for blow. I'd throw a punch only to be met with his fist, an elbow with his elbow, a knee with his knee.
In the end, he seemed to slow. The shell looked heavy and seemed to be weighing him down. Haruka had made me train with weights on, so I only felt lighter and speedier. But before I could be declared the ultimate winner, my father called for us to stop.
"Enough, enough! Very good, very excellent all of you. Usagi, I definitely didn't expect this. I should have been the one to train you, but as it is I will just have to complete the task."
I jumped up and down and laughed with glee. I had passed the test! My famous Daddy was gonna train me! Daddy just sighed. Now he had three pupils to educate in the complex art.
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Next time the training begins. How'd you like this chapter? Please review- you are the ink for every author's pen. Thank you everyone!
Also, should I retitle this its Japanese translation- Omoide no Anata, I believe. And Kei-chan, how am I doing? I'm on page 6 now!!!
Until the next time I can type, Ja ne.
~Calli-chan