Double Hate

Disclaimer: DBZ (DB/GT) no owned by me humble self.

A/n: So sorry, yet again! I just went into a total slump for all of my fics, period. Nevertheless, Kakkhan seems to be picking up, and Double Hate has been updated! Now if only Vigilante Angel would be as kind to me…. (Sighs) Ah well, it'll come to me eventually. (Shrugs) For now, though, enjoy! And don't kill me! (Hides)

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Last time on Double Hate

...Before the celebrations could happen, however, the Brothers, Pan, Trunks, Bra, and Marron had to go back to school. There they would have to confront each other, and Marron, for one, was positively dreading the encounter.

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Chapter Fourteen: Overture to the Moment of Truth

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Marron woke early that Monday morning with butterflies in her stomach. The familiar view of the beautiful sea outside did absolutely nothing to soothe her nerves. Instead it seemed to mock her misery and anxiety with its cheerfulness, increasing the negative emotions that churned within the demi-Android (1).

But why would Marron be miserable on such a fine day? Well, it was the day that she had to go back to school after the weekend of espionage upon the Harrison family, and Marron did not think that Marc was going to be friendly to her after that. Jeff wasn't going to be too happy either, and the wrath of these two would be very fearsome, she knew. The stories that her school friends had told of the pranks played upon the people who truly annoyed the Harrison Brothers (a category which included the beloved daughter of Satan, Videl) were haunting at worst and absolutely hysterical at best. But Marron feared a far rarer punishment that the Brothers reserved solely for their friends: the silent treatment.

Although (working under the assumption that Jeff and Marc were in actuality Gohan and Goten), if you really thought about it, the Z-senshi were getting the cold shoulder from the Harrison Brothers. Marron found a weird sort of hope in this otherwise bleak prospect, for if they were really the Lost Sons, then the silent treatment meant that they had considered the group to be friends once.

Marron snorted. Of course Gohan and Goten had thought of them as friends. HFIL, they'd been family, for Kami's sake! The emotional scars from the Z-senshi's betrayal would be so deep in the hearts of the Lost Sons that Marron would not be surprised if they never, ever, forgave them. However, Marron reminded herself forcibly, the Harrisons weren't necessarily Gohan and Goten.

But still, if the Sons had considered them, the Z-senshi that is, as friends, then there was a small possibility that they would do so again. It was highly unlikely, because of the scars left by the treachery, but it was this that made Marron finally get out of bed instead of pleading an upset stomach. The latter action would not have been hard for Marron to do, however, as it was still jumping around crazily as she dressed, fixed her hair, and descended down the stairs for a quick breakfast. The stomach calmed as its direction was diverted to the all-important task of digestion, of breaking down glucose into ATP and pyrites, and stripping oxygen from those pyrites, et cetera, et cetera. Marron felt better afterwards, but the feeling rapidly disappeared as Marron climbed into the air and headed toward Satan City, formerly Orange Star.

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Linda waved cheerfully to her brothers as they departed from their driveway on their journey to Orange Star High. She watched them go with dark brown eyes under a wave of raven-black hair let free that morning. She would tie it up later, to keep it out of her face, but for now she didn't need to. As the van disappeared around the corner of their block, Linda stepped back and closed the door, shutting out the world and reality in one click of the lock.

As soon as the door clicked, Linda sagged against it in relief. She let her black hair (straight, with many chewed ends from failed attempts to concentrate on college homework) fall around her face, which was an absent-minded effort to hide her worries from other people that she'd fallen into the habit of doing as a child. As her hair fell, Linda let her mask of cheer drop, her smile sliding off of her face without the support it had had for the past fifteen minutes.

Today was the day that her brothers were going to encounter those four people from the Z-senshi again. Today was the day in which Jeff and Marc were going to judge whether or not they were still worthy of acknowledgement, or if the espionage thing was too much of a black mark against them. To Linda, the judgement was the latter, but as she had never met the Z-senshi and did not know their reactions or behavioral patterns like her brothers did, she couldn't really judge fairly. At the moment, though, the eldest Harrison offspring didn't care. They had hurt her brothers, and for that she would never, ever, forgive them, ever.

Today was the day in which Linda was sure that a showdown the likes of which were beyond even WWF standards would begin, and she had no doubt whom the winners would be.

Linda turned so that she had her back against the door and slid down it, ending up on the floor with her head leaned against the entrance to her house. It was not entirely the fact that today was the day of a total showdown (she would be sorry to miss it, she had to admit, it was sure to be a great one) that was bothering her. In fact, it wasn't even a factor in the issue that was festering in her heart like a bad wound, at least not a major one. No, it was something larger than that fact, so large it made even her college problems become mundane.

The fact that the Z-senshi had even dared to spy upon her family, her family, was really what was appalling Linda. She felt like her privacy had been invaded, that she and her family were no longer safe in this world. This was a bad way to feel, she reflected, as it made her jumpy and paranoid, both things that were not what she needed at this time of her life.

However, her brothers seemed to be okay, something that Linda was grateful to heaven for. If Jeff and Marc had showed even the slightest bit of anxiety due to the watch set by the adopted Son Pan, Linda vowed that she would have made them pay. She resolved that to herself that she would make them pay anyway, simply for neglecting her brothers and making them run away in the first place. Although, if they had not run away, she would never have met them in the first place. Amazing, she thought, that such a wonderful thing had come out of something so abominable. Perhaps bad things were only blessings in disguise, and one just had to look really, really, really hard for them.

Linda shook her head bemusedly. She did not approve of the Z-senshi, especially after that tactic (she shuddered and hugged herself), but she also had to be grateful to them, for giving her the greatest gift she had ever received in her life. Life really was complicated.

Still, she felt like her world was crashing around her, her safe sheltered world, thanks to the Z-senshi. They were the people who were trying to take her brothers away, and therefore two of her biggest supports in her life. They were even more supportive than her parents, and she would forever love them and be grateful to them for being in her family when she needed them most. And the Z-senshi was attempting to take them away.

When Jeff and Marc had told the family of the Z-senshi and the adventures they had embarked on together, Linda had been amazed and even a little skeptical. By then she had known them for approximately a year an a half, including the month before adoption, and she had known very well that Jeff and Marc did not joke about their lives and how much it affected them. Heck, they'd had problems just reliving it, a year and a half after the Betrayal! Linda could remember how agonizing it was to watch her brothers suffer, how their faces had darkened during the retelling of their tale, and how Marc had kept quiet as Jeff had taken charge, although haltingly.

"Then, when the squirt had distracted that monster Cell, I charged up a powerful Kamehameha and shot it at him, finishing him off for the last time," the elder new Harrison told his audience. "The audience" consisted of a tearful Myna, a pale Jack with his arm around his wife, and a wide-eyed Linda.

Jeff had just completed a long narrative filled with impossible events told with the straight face of reality, as if he had actually experienced them. The wan, quiet face of Marc, as Linda glanced at him, seemed to echo that experience, even if she was skeptical, and it was with growing horror that she listened to Jeff's next segment of the story.

"It was after the Cell Games that our problems really began. Dad had come back with us, and Mom was so ecstatic…" Jeff trailed off with a faraway look in his black eyes, his haunted black eyes. It was a long moment before the tale was taken up again, and it was obviously with a huge effort at control that Jeff did so.

"They started ignoring us. Mom and Dad, that is. They would snap at us, tell us to do this or that, or just to go away and leave them alone. Worse, they would just not talk to us or look at us completely. It was awful. In the beginning, just after the Cell Games, the squirt and I were able to eat as much as we wanted without worry. But then they started taking away our food, feeding us less and less, until we practically were starving each and every day. Goten and I had to steal food from the refrigerator every night so that we wouldn't be so hungry all the time—" Linda's brother's voice broke off as great heaving sobs overtook him.

Linda had not missed the slip up in calling Marc "Goten", and neither had her parents, she noticed, but at the time she was far more concerned about Jeff, and Marc, too, who was already crying silently, tears crawling down his face. It was then that a deep-seated rage took hold of Linda at the Z-senshi, and this rage only built up more when Marc took up the narrative.

The younger Son brother told them that when the Z-senshi came to visit, the Brothers were not allowed to play with the other kids, or if they were allowed, not to associate with them too much. Such was the case that last day, and even as Marc thought about it, they had been "associating" with the kids too much by their biological parents' standards. Marc was sure that they would have been punished by getting water from Piccolo's waterfall and washing the clothes with it.

As said waterfall was a few leagues away, and the Son brothers were forbidden to use ki when they were punished, it would have been leg-tiring work for them, especially as they had not trained in forever. A year really did wonders if a person didn't stay in shape, and this was certainly the case with our beloved characters. This sort of thing had been going on for the whole year, Marc said, and Jeff's miserable nod seconded that declaration.

Linda tightened her lips against the tears coming down her face as the memory faded away. She was going to do everything in her power, and not, to keep the Z-senshi away from her brothers, no matter what the consequences were. Even if she went to jail, died, or underwent some other negative task because of her resolve, Linda would not waver. That Z-senshi was going to stay away, and there was nothing they could do about that to make her decide any differently.

Still, Linda was glad that her parents were at work, so that they did not see her weakness. She was the eldest child and needed to stay strong, or seem that way at least, to keep up the family morale. It would not work if Myna and Jack saw her come close to crying, especially after she'd already done it once. She needed to be strong to help the others, so that everything would be all right in the end. And it would be all right, she told herself firmly, wiping irritably at her eyes. It would.

Oh yes, there was really going to be a smack-down at Orange Star today, Linda mused, returning abruptly to worrying about the events to take place that day. However, she did not take into consideration a certain annoying battling belle, and although Linda was right about who the winners would be, she had no idea whom the participants of the showdown would be.

Indeed, today was the day the final strife between the Harrison Brothers and Satan Videl was going to begin.

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For Marron, it was both a relief and a torture when her all-grade study hall rolled around. She had not seen any evidence that suggested that Marc and Jeff were acting out of character, but she was not assured, for perhaps they were saving their explosion for later. She could only hope that "later" was not in the study hall.

She was just sitting down in her usual seat, her back to Marc and his gang and her head down, when a voice shouted from behind her, "Hey Marron! I haven't finished teaching you about graphing inequalities yet!"

Marron's head snapped up and around so abruptly that she was afraid her neck would crack. Nevertheless, she was staring at Marc instead of her desk, and Marc was gesturing for her to come over to his side of the room, under the disapproving gaze of the faculty supervisor. Her hopes rising, Marron slowly gathered her math materials and walked unsteadily over to the free seat she normally occupied when tutoring with Marc. On the way, she studied the Harrison's face, but she garnered no clues from it, no even as she sat down. So she asked, hesitantly, before she opened her spiral,

"Aren't you mad at me?" She ducked her head after she asked this, so she missed it when Marc raised his eyebrow and just looked at her. The silence did grate on her nerves, but Marron stubbornly kept her head down, so that her emotions were not able to be seen and held against her. Finally, Marc spoke, and Marron's stomach plummeted as she heard him take breath.

"No." Marron's blue eyes shot to Marc's black ones when she fully registered his comment, but Marc was not finished.

"It wasn't you who did it, although I am sure that you are a member of the group that Pan 'spied' for," Marc used his fingers to indicate quotation marks where needed, "but I'm not as sure of that as much as I suspect Trunks of it. But anyway, that's not the point."

Marron's eyes widened at the piece of news that she had just gotten. He didn't think that she was as much a part of the Z-senshi as Trunks was? She felt troubled, but listened as Marc kept talking.

"The point is, you weren't the one who was doing the spying, Pan was. We've already, uh, dealt with Pan in our own way," Marc chuckled sheepishly as Marron huffed in agreement, "but why should I be mad at you when you didn't do anything? Now, you may be wondering why I think Pan was spying for a group of people, of which you are a member. The only answer I have for that question is..."

Marron stared intensely at Marc as he took another breath. She noted, again, the strong resemblance to Goten that the Harrison had, and something jangled in the back of her head at a motion that Marc made, but Marron had no time to think on the subject more as Marc finished his earlier statement.

"Well, there's always a group of people spying on another group of people in the movies, right?" Marc shrugged, non-committal, with his face straight.

Needless to say, Marron face-faulted.

When Marron sat up again, recovering her seat from the floor, Marc said nothing but,

"All right, to graph an inequality you have to first..." as if nothing had happened. But it had, and Marron had new hope fluttering around in her chest. She wasn't entirely satisfied, for she had the more than sneaking suspicion that Marc knew more than he was letting on, but he wasn't mad at her, and neither was Jeff, as it turned out.

Jeff told her that she had a meeting to go to at the office, and she had been reassured many times that if Jeff Harrison was mad at someone, he did not tell them anything of importance to them for as long as he was angry with that person. Marron was set at ease with Jeff, and it was with a lighter heart that she passed the day, even as Videl was on the prowl.

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It was the end of another Monday at OSH, and Jeff did not have any sports practices that he was obligated to be at according to school requirements that day. He still had a lacrosse stick in his hand, but it was being held like a weapon and not a piece of equipment as it actually was. He was holding it this way to fend off Videl, who was getting under his skin once again.

This time, however, he wasn't going to stand for it. He was now just waiting for Marc to arrive, for he had promised his brother long ago that if he was going to finally deal with the Devil, he would let Marc take some shots as well.

It was to Jeff's disapproval, though, when Marc was trailed by Pan, who had been hanging close by the Brothers all day whenever she could. It really wasn't that much of a bother, actually, especially as he knew that Pan was still hoping for forgiveness, but this was private business, not for strangers.

Nonetheless, it was a relief when Marc appeared, for Videl's flurry of attacks was really beginning to tell on his trusty lacrosse stick. So when Videl, next attacked, instead of just deflecting it, Jeff also countered. He delivered a wide smooth swing to Videl's side that sent her flying straight into Marc's arms. For his part, the youngest Harrison clamped onto Videl's arms gently enough so that she was completely paralyzed, but was not in pain. Jeff approved, even if he did feel that Marc would be justified in inflicting harm upon Videl many times over. There would be plenty of time later for that, though. Plenty of time.

"Listen up, Satan Videl. I've had it with you and your games. My brother and I will meet you in the Murasimo Plaza Park in an hour to put an end to this feud. Come ready to fight, and bring a back-up fighter to take your place when you fall. Make sure that fighter actually has manners and knows how to fight properly, unlike you," Jeff commanded.

Videl's face contorted grotesquely at the double insult, but it morphed into a look of glee a moment later.

"Is this a challenge, Harrison? An honest to Kami martial arts challenge?" asked she. At Jeff's nod she smirked and added,

"You're on. I won't need the back-up fighter, though, but if you want to bring your brother to fight me," Videl motioned to Marc, whose eyes were narrowed with distaste, "you can. It won't matter to me; I can and will take you both on. Now let me go, so I can go home and change for our match," Videl ordered Marc.

The demi-Saiyan held onto Videl for a few minutes more, just to show her that he didn't take orders from her, then released her. Videl almost fell to the ground as she used her own muscles for standing, but she found her feet at the last minute and righted herself again, though not gracefully. She stumbled away from Marc and his narrowed eyes and Jeff with his lacrosse pole arm across the field to a clearing not far from them. This was obviously so that she could release her jet capsule, but the Harrisons had already moved on to someone else who was just as headstrong as she: Son Pan.

"Let me go with you," was the first thing out of Pan's mouth when they reached her. "That egocentric maniac needs to be taught a lesson."

Marc smiled crookedly. "You know, there are shorter phrases that describe her just as well. One of them starts with a 'b' and ends in 'tch'," he commented, airily.

Jeff shot his brother a warning look, but Pan was not fooled. The elder Harrison male would not let Pan get further, though, before he had his say.

"I agree, she does need to be taken down a peg or four," this was accompanied by an acquiescent snort from both Marc and Pan, which Jeff ignored, "But this is our business, not yours. You have no connection at all to us in this, so don't even try and invent one, Pan."

Pan closed her mouth with a snap and let Jeff continue.

"She's done nothing to you that would justify you wanting to come with us. She's done everything to us, so we are within reason to do this. You—"

Jeff was cut off by Marc, who said, "Basically what Jeff is trying to say is 'mind your own beeswax and leave us the HFIL alone.' Now goodbye and do your English homework!"

And with that, Marc and Jeff were gone. They had turned and strode off in the direction to Pan's right and disappeared around the corner so rapidly that she felt like she had blinked and missed them. Pan turned her head and followed the strange kis that belonged to Harrisons Jeff and Marc with her senses, then gyrated her whole body and walked in the direction she'd come from, leaving a field that had just minutes before been a battleground, occupied by the two titans of OSH. This field would never see these two Titans on it at the same time ever again, either, for in the Park would be the final Duel, and Jeff for one was determined to make sure it stuck in Videl's mind forever.

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As for Trunks and Bra, Jeff and Marc had treated them initially a bit coldly, but they warmed up with Pan told them that those two had had no say in the Z-senshi's decision to send pan for the task of espionage. Still, the two Briefs had gotten a little less than friendly karma from those two, and had no doubt that Jeff and Marc had no appreciated the injustice done to them at all.

This was not what worried them the most, though, when Pan turned up ad said that Jeff and Marc were going to go to the Murasimo Plaza Park to have a fight with Videl. Pan said that she was absolutely going to go, even though Jeff and Marc had told her that it was none of her business. Trunks and Bra had to agree with Jeff and Marc, though, it really was none of their business, but Pan sharply reminded them of something very important when they disagreed with her.

Satan Videlwas the daughter of Satan Hercule, and Hercule had taken the credit for both Gohan and Goten when they did not identify themselves as the saviors of the world. The Z-senshi hated the bumbling fool for that, and would not tolerate any smudges on the Lost Sons' good name. It was ironic that the Z-senshi were protecting Gohan and Goten now and not before, but it was one of their many ways of making it up to them, even though they were not there to witness the defense. Pan was an extremist when it came to the Satans, since she considered their very existence to be a threat to Gohan and Goten's name.

As such, she did consider it her business that Jeff and Marc were fighting with Videl, for two reasons. One, it was Jeff and Marc that were fighting Videl, and those two were under the spotlight for possibly being Gohan and Goten, which was major. The second reason was that they were finally dealing with Videl herself and her stupid assumption that because it was her father that beat Cell, she should be admired and worshiped above everybody else. True, almost everyone else treated her this way, but Pan hated her and what she stood for against Gohan and Goten.

Against this, Trunks and Bra stood no chance, and so they didn't make a move when she got up an hour later and walked out the door. They watched her go with sad eyes, knowing that Pan was walking into yet another situation that would cause the Harrisons to turn the cold shoulder toward her. However, Pan was legendary for her stubbornness, and she had presented a solid case for why she should go, and there was nothing they could do.

And so the stage was set, with the grand finale just waiting to begin.

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(1) I don't know if Eighteen was de-Androidalized or not, there's some confusion over here about that, but I'm assuming that she hasn't been for the purposes of this story, whatever they are. (Shrugs)

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A/n: I know, I know, this is an evil place to end the chapter, but honestly, I ran out of ideas about halfway through the thing. But hey, at least I updated! (Grins) I'm also sorry for not describing in more detail how Jeff and Marc acted toward Trunks and Bra, but I truly did not feel like writing it at all. This whole chapter was hard for me to write, except for Linda's part (thanks to you Be'lal, I'm actually doing some in-depth character writing), but the flashback was horrible to me. It just wouldn't come! (Sobs)

Rei: There, there, SP, it's all right…

SP: It's not all right! My readers were bereft for however long it was of Double Hate, and Salazarfalcon even cried, begging me for more DH! Do you know how much I suffer when my readers cry out like so?

Autumn: (Lazily) Err, lots?

SP: YES! (Bursts into tears, flees the office)

Rei: Sheesh, what's up with her?

Autumn: Writer's block. (Deadpan)

Rei: … (Softly) Oh.

Autumn: Yeah.

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The Corner of Reviews

1) Salazarfalcon: I finally, finally updated! My time's coming shortly, too, so never fear, you are not the only one going through that. Yeesh. (Mutters angrily)

I have sympathy for you, for I, too, am going through a slump myself. Only this time it's concentrated not only on Double Hate, but Kakkhan (though not so much) and Vigilante Angel. Don't even get me started on Vigilante Angel. Don't. Get. Me. Started. Please, for your sake, or Shinrai's, at least. Hee!

Thanks for your review of Kakkhan! Cheered me up lots, even though you didn't exactly have the best of news. (Sadness)

And btw, you're not getting old, your body is. That's all! (Grins cheekily) That writing spree has failed for Shinrai now, I see. Loved my character, though, muahaha! TORI! (Glomps Falcon-chan) Arigatou!

Yes, le suckage is why girls like you write slash. It's also why girls like me don't write romance for the most part, although I do have plans for both Kakkhan and Gohan/Menrui in Kakkhan II. Muahaha... I know you don't like that kind of thing, so I'll try not to get too carried away with it. Heh! Other than that, it's no romance for me. Bleagh. )P I agree with the le suckage quality of DBZ fics lately, which is why I read mostly HP fics now. I know, I know, so shameful! I sin greatly in not keeping up with the DBZ fandom nowadays. (Double sadness) Yeah...

Tobi! Get to work! You too, Rei, Autumn! We muse reduce the offensiveness that the le suckage DBZ fics are producing by keeping up the writing of our own fics! Onward!

2) Anonymous— I updated!

3) Nooka (Chapter 7)— YAY! You're back! I'm not about to kill you, at least not yet, not when I just got you back! YAY! Yes, it was glorious when Jeff surfed again, was it not? I am glad you think so. (Pompous)

(Chapter 13)— What do you think about the Harrison Brothers forgiving the Z-senshi? I'm really, really glad that you're back, 'cuz I missed you! (Glomps) Howzit in England? Here's the next chapter, but you havta review now!

PS—WHERE'S MY NEXT CHAP OF AWAKENING?

4) Clana4ever Goku-lover21—That's a nice name you have. Heh! Well, anyway, hi, bye! I updated! Now review please!

5) DBZ Chick1—No Mom! YES! Muahaha! (Dances in joy) Sheesh... Well, I think that the Z-senshi will continue to hope, and I know that I will write things that keep being odd to the particular group of people... Like I said in some fic or other, I think it was Kakkhan II, Hope is irrational. (Sighs) When they will ever give up, especially Pan?

Chaps of From A Child to A Rebel were great. Sorry I didn't review, I haven't really been in the mood for reviewing anything these days... I think it's coming back to me, though, so we'll see. Keep updating, please! (Takes up begging position)

6) Dark Willow aka Admiral2—11PM at night. What the heck were you doing to get back to home at 11 at night, girl! And on a school night, too! Sheesh! (Shakes head) Rock on! LOL!

Evilness equals coolness! Never doubt that, LOL! Laziness, also, is a virtue, just not when it's applied to so-called important things, such as school. Bleagh. )P

You didn't talk my ear off, but you did come close! LOL! I love your chattiness, my friend! Don't worry, you weren't the last person to review, thank Kami. LOL.

Happy belated Easter and early Mom's Day, LOL! I love Mom's Day, for I get to show my mom just how much I appreciate her! (Hugs image of Mom) Hee!

See ya when you review!

7) New Dye— HEYA! You actually reviewed Double Hate! HI! Sorry I took so long. But wait—! I have FOUR questions to answer! Must get to them! And here we go!

a) Yep.

b) Yep.

c) Yep, I thought it was awesome!

d) Yep. (True, true! LOL! You slay me with your logic! Heh!)

I feel much better, thanks! I just have writer's block now. (Slumps) Arghh... will this torture never end! Why me, o Kami, why!

8) Be'lal— I see what you mean. You've actually given me some ideas for use in the story, though I betcha can't guess when they'll be used. Nyah! (Smile) Thanks for your reviews, and I hope you don't have as much to "criticize" in the future. Arigatou! (Bows)

Both my emails are blocked from everyone, so it's not just you, sorry about that. (Grumbles about age limits and parental controls) It's a major pain in the butt, but there's nothing I can do about it that I haven't already done. Sorries!

9) Oligel Ronew— Yes, the Z-senshi will never lose hope. I agree most wholeheartedly with you about the boy never living with Goku and Chichi again, and as I'm the author, you don't have to worry about that. Besides, Jeff and Marc are adopted. There's almost nothing that Chi and Goku can do about it. (Gleeful)

Hmm, destroy the FPOD... an idea... I finally updated, again. It's been an eternity since I last wrote in this universe, and I apologize for that. The creative brain cells have a tendency to die in large numbers when academics take over the world, and I believe that is what is happening now. Thanks a lot, school. (Slumps)

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Thanks to Oligel Ronew, Be'lal, New Dye, Salazarfalcon, Dark Willow aka Admiral2, DBZ Chick1, Nooka (both times), Clana4ever Goku-lover21, and Anonymous for a great batch of reviews!

Well, that's it for me. I have to warn you, school is getting in the way big time, so you won't be getting any updates of any of my fics for a while. That while will probably be when reviewing for exams rolls around, in which case I probably will be writing instead of studying (heh!), and that's in a couple of weeks. So keep that in mind when you check whether or not I've updated my fics, and be of good cheer. Sayonara!

TheShadowPanther, Autumn, and Rei, from AASN

AASN; Writing is what we do for you at AASN. Enjoy.

Updated 04.23.05