Double Hate

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Previously, on Double Hate--

The voice said just as belligerently, Your father and Veggie-chan have affection for you in their gazes. He has none. Instead he hides pure hatred in his eyes. But the question is, is the hatred for you, or someone else?

Chapter Four: Before the Storm
Pan shot back, I don't know! But I'm going to find out! She stood up and stumped her way downstairs. But then someone knocked on the door and Pan was distracted from her interrogation-wreaking task.

She flounced to the door and opened it. Startled, Pan stared slack-jawed at the person in the doorway.


Jeff swung his lacrosse stick around the ball and threw it to Ren, who then threw it to another teammate. Practice was over, but Jeff, Ren, and Ethan were taking their own sweet time with leaving. Ren didn't want to go home to his drunkard of a father, and Ethan was waiting for his ride. Jeff, on the other hand, was playing around before he went to see Dende.

He could feel the kis of the hated Z-senshi at the Lookout and knew that Marc knew too. So Jeff was just playing around.

But then the lacrosse athlete lunged the ball at Ethan and called, "Bye guys, I've gotta go now."

Ren nodded. Ethan hurtled the ball at the captain of the team and lifted his hand in a brief salute before he wrapped his stick around the ball from side to side again.

Jeff chuckled at Ren's underhandedness as he set off. He felt Marc moving off by his ki, but Jeff ignored that for the time being. Marc knew where the Lookout was.


Marc put away the posters he hadn't hung up on his locker yet. He continued marching out of the school building, giving everyone he met a short wave or "hi" as he saw fit. The junior walked out of the school building and trekked to his van. He went through his normal routine of chucking his bag into the van and digging through his suitcase to make sure that his surfing things were there. After all, one mustn't make anybody suspicious. Kami knows a lot of that had gone on during Jeff and Marc's freshmen years.


Dende indeed did know. He was in fact starting to sweat a mite and praying to the gods above him to let the demi-Saiyans be of a mind to spare him from almost certain death and/or slow torture. He had no real hope, but one never knew.


Vegeta scowled at Pan, causing her to smirk, before she asked brusquely, "What do you want, Vegeta?"

"I want to see Kakkarot and your mother." He challenged. Pan lifted an eyebrow and stood her ground. As her little inner self had said, even though Vegeta was scowling at her, there was some affection in there. Pan had grown on the Saiyan Prince, even if the purebred didn't want to admit it.

"And why do you want to see them?" she asked.

Vegeta snorted. "It doesn't concern you, Pan. Now where is the clown?"

The subject of their conversation himself appeared. "Hey Vegeta, what are you doing here?" the Saiyan asked.

Vegeta faced him directly, looking over Pan's shoulder. "Trunks says that there were two people at his new baka high school who are very familiar. Apparently they're familiar enough to make Trunks grimace at the thought of them."

Everyone had gotten used to Vegeta's name metamorphosis over the years. Although he had yet to address Goku properly, he no longer called any of the other Z-senshi any of his nicknames. Even Chichi was named suitably. Ah, but Goku was still a sore spot within Vegeta that refused to fade.

"Really? Who could they be?" Goku asked curiously.

"I don't know, Kakkarot. My daughter confirms the story, and look, even Pan's nodding." It was true, Pan was nodding her head.

Goku turned to his adopted daughter. "Pan? You know what this is about?"

She nodded again and looked at Vegeta. He spoke again. "So far this seems like very insignificant news. The real shocker is that Trunks says that they look like Gohan and Goten."


"Dende!" The little Namekian God heard. It didn't sound like the former G duo, so no need to panic, yet. Besides, Jeff and Marc hadn't even left the ground yet.

"Dende!" The person called again. Dende turned and saw Trunks leading Bra, Pan, and Marron, along with Goku, Vegeta, Bulma, Chichi, and Krillin up the tiled floor of the Lookout.

"Hi! Are you here to ask about the two people your children met at school?" Dende asked before any of them could open their mouths.

"Yes, Dende, now out with it. Why did you even send the kids to Orange Star High?" Bulma asked. She was the one who had signed all the next-generation Z-senshi to school, but on Dende's orders. She noticed that Dende wassweating, but she ignored it for the moment. However, Bulma wasn't the only one who noticed.

Dende raised his hands in a calming gesture. "Calm down and let me talk. I can't explain all of the situation to you, but you can know that you know those people at Orange Star High."

"Then they're Gohan and Goten?" Goku asked. He had a worried look on his face, something that was uncharacteristic of him.

Dende looked in his direction and regretfully shook his head. "I can't say. I have to leave this to you to figure out, for only then can everything work out in the way that they're meant to be."

"Then they are them! Come on guys, let's go find them and settle our differences!" Trunks shouted. The Gang started to move and get going, but—

They were deterred by Dende's quiet voice saying, "Wait! It's not as simple as that. You don't even know where they are now, or what their kis even feel like anymore. You don't know what they will feel if you barge in on them and try to make them forgive you. You have to take this slow and easy. You can't rush things like you're about to do now. You must wait!" The short Namekian god stopped and took a deep breath.

He added a little more calmly, "I'm sorry for being so uncharacteristic. Good day to you all, and I hope this situation will work itself out."

The Z-senshi nodded fervently. In twos, or fours, in the case of the Briefs, they left, leaving the Guardian of the Earth alone, and to his doom.

Speaking of doom—

"Hello Dende. Nice speech you said there. Didn't know you had in ya."


SP: Fifth chapter's the last revision! Onward!

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