AN: Arigato minna-chan for all your reviews! Unfortunately, I can't say
this is much longer, but I could only scrape together a little time. Gomen
nasi!
"..." is talking, '...' is thought, [...] is AN, (...) is extra info but part of the fic, ... means trailed off, -- means interrupted. Onto the fic!
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We were flying again the next morning, but in a slightly different manner. It wasn't the smooth exhilarating ride of the Nimbus cloud, but rather the slower rickety flight of a small plane.
Goku was sleeping, as usual. Krillin was reading a newspaper. I assumed Daddy was sleeping, but I couldn't tell behind his thick sunglasses.
I tried to drift off to sleep, but I couldn't. Every time I closed my eyes or began to doze, thoughts of *him * invaded my head. I blushed just thinking about him. 'Am I falling for him?' my innocent mind wondered. No, I had already fallen. Hard. I looked over at him snoring and blushed again.
We were all dressed up, as though we were going to a party or something. Daddy, Krillin, and Goku (who was looking *quite* good ^^;;) all wore new suits. I had a skort [AN: shorts and skirt in one] and top, plus new ribbons for my odangos.
Eventually I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember, it was dark and the moon shone brightly. A waxing gibbous, almost full. I was suddenly reminded of my time limit. How many days did I have? One? Two at most? My heart suddenly was full of worry at having to leave my father and new friends.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Goku. "Krillin! There's stars on the ground!"
Krillin barely looked up. "That's the city. Where did you grow up?"
Goku just looked plain thrilled.
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~
In the city, a taxi drove us to where we would sign up for the tournament. The man at the desk peered down at us. "They are competing?" he said with an accent. "But they are so young!"
Daddy just smirked. "Hai. Come back tomorrow to watch them in the finals." He winked at us.
We just smiled at his confidence in us, though I, for one, was starting to get nervous about the next day.
"Yo! Goku!" Someone called over the crowd. We all looked up. A man with a scar across his face, a blue haired woman, a flying cat, and a chubby pig were approaching us. "Goku! Long time, no see!"
Goku looked ecstatic. "Wow! Yamcha, Bulma, Puar, Oolong! It's great to see you again!"
"You're competing, right?" asked the one called Yamcha.
"Hai! Me and Krillin and Usa!" I waved and smiled.
"Hello Usa," said Bulma politely. "Where are you from?" Actually, I could tell that they were all wondering why Master Roshi accepted another pupil, and a girl at that.
I smiled and curtsied. "Actually I'm from another dimension. I'm just visiting my Daddy for a few weeks."
Goku's four friends sweatdropped. "Um... that's nice." It was obvious that they didn't believe a word I said.
"So who's your Daddy then?" continued Bulma slyly, in an attempt to prove me false. "Do we know him?"
Daddy, or Roshi-sensei, chose that minute to return from the Entrance Table. "Hello Yamcha and Puar and Oolong and... Bulma..."
"Hiya Daddy!" I piped up.
He just smiled. "I'm pleased to see you too, Bunny."
The four fell over.
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We went out to dinner with Goku's friends. They're actually very nice people, once you got to know them. I found out that Puar and Oolong are shape-shifters, and Yamcha is Bulma's boyfriend, and how the four of them (with Goku) went on an adventure to collect dragonballs or something that resulted in Oolong getting an extra-soft pair of underwear.
I told them a bit about me too, and Krillin spoke some. Yamcha was constantly asking about our training, but Daddy insisted it was "top- secret".
Overall, it was an enjoyable night and helped me forget the pressures of the next day.
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AN: Next time is a lot like Dragon Ball. If you've never seen it, it'll all be new, but if you have I hope it won't bore you. If I can, I'll try to combine chapters 8 & 9 for a longer update. If I can put it together in limited time.
Getting to the end of what I've already written. I'd better pick up that pen again.
Feel free to email me whenever you want. Callistostar786@hotmail.com I might not check it that often, but I try. And if you want to be alerted of new chapter updates, let me know and I'll add you to my mailing list. Ja ne!
~Calli-chan
"..." is talking, '...' is thought, [...] is AN, (...) is extra info but part of the fic, ... means trailed off, -- means interrupted. Onto the fic!
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We were flying again the next morning, but in a slightly different manner. It wasn't the smooth exhilarating ride of the Nimbus cloud, but rather the slower rickety flight of a small plane.
Goku was sleeping, as usual. Krillin was reading a newspaper. I assumed Daddy was sleeping, but I couldn't tell behind his thick sunglasses.
I tried to drift off to sleep, but I couldn't. Every time I closed my eyes or began to doze, thoughts of *him * invaded my head. I blushed just thinking about him. 'Am I falling for him?' my innocent mind wondered. No, I had already fallen. Hard. I looked over at him snoring and blushed again.
We were all dressed up, as though we were going to a party or something. Daddy, Krillin, and Goku (who was looking *quite* good ^^;;) all wore new suits. I had a skort [AN: shorts and skirt in one] and top, plus new ribbons for my odangos.
Eventually I must have fallen asleep, because the next thing I remember, it was dark and the moon shone brightly. A waxing gibbous, almost full. I was suddenly reminded of my time limit. How many days did I have? One? Two at most? My heart suddenly was full of worry at having to leave my father and new friends.
My thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Goku. "Krillin! There's stars on the ground!"
Krillin barely looked up. "That's the city. Where did you grow up?"
Goku just looked plain thrilled.
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~
In the city, a taxi drove us to where we would sign up for the tournament. The man at the desk peered down at us. "They are competing?" he said with an accent. "But they are so young!"
Daddy just smirked. "Hai. Come back tomorrow to watch them in the finals." He winked at us.
We just smiled at his confidence in us, though I, for one, was starting to get nervous about the next day.
"Yo! Goku!" Someone called over the crowd. We all looked up. A man with a scar across his face, a blue haired woman, a flying cat, and a chubby pig were approaching us. "Goku! Long time, no see!"
Goku looked ecstatic. "Wow! Yamcha, Bulma, Puar, Oolong! It's great to see you again!"
"You're competing, right?" asked the one called Yamcha.
"Hai! Me and Krillin and Usa!" I waved and smiled.
"Hello Usa," said Bulma politely. "Where are you from?" Actually, I could tell that they were all wondering why Master Roshi accepted another pupil, and a girl at that.
I smiled and curtsied. "Actually I'm from another dimension. I'm just visiting my Daddy for a few weeks."
Goku's four friends sweatdropped. "Um... that's nice." It was obvious that they didn't believe a word I said.
"So who's your Daddy then?" continued Bulma slyly, in an attempt to prove me false. "Do we know him?"
Daddy, or Roshi-sensei, chose that minute to return from the Entrance Table. "Hello Yamcha and Puar and Oolong and... Bulma..."
"Hiya Daddy!" I piped up.
He just smiled. "I'm pleased to see you too, Bunny."
The four fell over.
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~
We went out to dinner with Goku's friends. They're actually very nice people, once you got to know them. I found out that Puar and Oolong are shape-shifters, and Yamcha is Bulma's boyfriend, and how the four of them (with Goku) went on an adventure to collect dragonballs or something that resulted in Oolong getting an extra-soft pair of underwear.
I told them a bit about me too, and Krillin spoke some. Yamcha was constantly asking about our training, but Daddy insisted it was "top- secret".
Overall, it was an enjoyable night and helped me forget the pressures of the next day.
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AN: Next time is a lot like Dragon Ball. If you've never seen it, it'll all be new, but if you have I hope it won't bore you. If I can, I'll try to combine chapters 8 & 9 for a longer update. If I can put it together in limited time.
Getting to the end of what I've already written. I'd better pick up that pen again.
Feel free to email me whenever you want. Callistostar786@hotmail.com I might not check it that often, but I try. And if you want to be alerted of new chapter updates, let me know and I'll add you to my mailing list. Ja ne!
~Calli-chan