Here is the next installment everyone, enjoy wink wink have a wonderful
Father's Day....or whatever the hell, anyway peace off! Lol....Dane Cook
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It had been several weeks since I had had my first encounter with the Z Team. Moving in hadn't been so hard as I thought, in a way I was able to imagine living in my old home, sparring in the yard by myself, imagining Vegeta had gone off and done the same. Dinner in the kitchen staring out the window, trying to convince myself that Bulma was jut hard at work in the lab doing something to keep herself from thinking about Bra and Trunks, and sleeping in my room crying myself to sleep.....there was nothing I could do to convince myself this was normal. The images and the lies haunted me and all I could do was form them into some sort reality I could stay in until, well, until I died.
I stopped my chest heaving up and down from my exhaustion as well as the tears that now ran free from my eyes. This was it wasn't it, I was forced to be here forever, to live some alter reality where this sort of family wasn't worth dying for. Bulma how wrong you were? I sucked in a sharp breath refusing to let my mind slip into a comma of mournfulness, I was going to survive for her, for all who I had lost, and I would live for him....I'd die for him in the rightful way, bringing revenge upon those androids. With a solemn chant of love and hatred running rampant in my head I back flipped spinning to side sweep my imaginary opponent.
The young Bulma peered through the living room window watching the raven haired beauty pummel her emotions through the air. A look of distress touched her face as she continued to ponder what the girl was truly fighting. "You know Vegeta, if I didn't know any better I'd think she was sayian. I mean between her silent attitude and her pleasure in fighting, she reminds me a great deal of you. What do you think?" Vegeta looked out the window refusing to show his curious nature towards the woman sparring in the backyard.
"Woman please, that brat couldn't be sayian she'd be a disgrace, how pathetic and weak she is." He took another quick glance at the window and shook his head turning back to his food, scarifying down another plate. Bulma's blue eyes turned back to the man sitting behind the giant stack of plates. "You're probably right, but there is something about her, something very familiar." She shook her head looking over her shoulder at Pan who was now staring up at the sky. "She just looks so lost."
Bulma was disturbed by a large crash. She spun around facing the annoyed sayian-jinn a plate, or what was a plate, spread across the kitchen floor. "Woman, if you find in nessicary to chatter while I'm eating, I suggest you don't. But if you do wish to talk why don't you pay one of those doctor people to listen to your thoughts so I don't have too!" Standing up from the table, Vegeta sulked away to the gravity chamber.
'Fucking Christ' Did the bitch have to talk so much, all it was was this incessant chatter about everything and nothing! If it wasn't for her bloody brains I probably would have killed her by now, I might just shoot myself for the hell of it, it would be a lot better than listening to her complain everyday. I slammed my palm against the red button, the gr.'s door sliding open smoothly. As much as I've always enjoyed my training ever since I came to this bloody planet I can't concentrate with the witch constantly interrupting me for one of her "issues".
Pushing another red button inside the room the door slide closed the metallic window shades coming up on command, light flooded the room and I sighed relaxing in "my world". The red floor shined, the rooms had just newly been refinished after my last bout, there were already a few scorch marks from my first training in the new facilities. My feet smacked against the floor slightly echoing throughout the large sized room. I meandered over to the control panel switching the gravity up to 600 X earth's gravity. My knees bent a little, I pushed up on it adjusting my balance to fit the strength of the gravity.
My muscles relaxed at I just stood there with my eyes closed for a long while. In a strange way the psychical pressure seemed to make the "weight" of the world disappear. I find the pressure also melts away all the harsh memories like some sort of drug, just fading away with it all.
I choked on a heavy sob angry at myself for crying about things, what would Vegeta say if he saw me like this...I choke again. Jesus this was almost intolerable from my point of view. I shook my head a tear streaming off my cheek, powering up with out another thought I let my ki raise rapidly. I feel the warm energy in gulf me in a sadly wanted hug. I throw a heavy punch my arm sticking in the pose as I stare unconsciously at my actions. I shook my head again trying to release my mind from the quick faze. I shook my wrist and stood calmly again.
'Stop, breathe, relax....' I mental coached myself to breathe in and out coming back to my senses slowly. I threw another punch this time quickly followed by another, smooth roundhouse-kick another flip and I charge forward. I spin low sweeping my imaginary opponent off their feet, jumping back I begin again. 'Stop thinking, one two three....' Forward kick, and I flip back landing on my feet throwing a punch in a rush as I stumble backwards. I land hard rolling over my head on the perfectly manicured lawn. My back hits a few rocks and I arch my spine in pain. "Fuck!" I growl rubbing my soon to be new bruises.
The sun that has been pounding on top of me all morning is blocked by a large shadow that floats over me. My eyes turn up and I notice a hand sticking out in my direction. Checking my manners I grasp the hand smiling innocently. "Thank you, I must have lost my balance there." Goku smiles back nodding not a shade less then pure happiness covering his face.
"Bulma told me you were out her sparring by yourself. Why aren't you inside using the gravity room?" I'm pretty sure my face took on some melancholy tones to it as he said the words. I tilted my head and simply replied. "I always enjoyed training outside, something about the feel of earth beneath your feet." We both chuckled slightly. He nodded, "Yes I know what you mean, it just puts you at ease." He sighed and I saw him loose some of his happiness, "Pan, uh...we, I mean everyone would like to know how you know about the androids and, um...well, what you know." I know that at this very moment my face has lost all of its color.
'I should have thought about what to say when this came up.' I mentally smack myself for over looking the obvious. "Well, you see....I....well...." His face waits questioningly, a silent manner he must have been taught as a child to wait, respect the one speaking...if only I had something to say. What the hell am I supposed to say. Well, yeah you see I'm your granddaughter from the future and I was sent back her cause everyone was killed and I'm supposed to be having a good life but I'm just gonna watch everyone die again cause you see the androids are an unstoppable force from hell, thank you and good-bye. Sounds good enough. Dende, what the hell am I supposed to do. Well let's see I can't let them no I am a sayian, nor who I am related to so uhh well, we'll start with.
"Well, my mother was a scientist," Well close enough Bulma was a scientist, well is. Now who was the creator of the androids, oh yeah right, "She worked for Dr. Gero." He simply nodded waiting for me to continue, "Well, uhhh....when she was working there she used to talk about how he had plans to build these awful creatures to kill people, work as his slaves and stuff." Wow, I sound like a bloody idiot. "All I know is they are very powerful and a well, I just got a little worried when I heard they were coming I mean, well you know." Okay that wasn't really bad, by the look on his face I'd say it was awful.....oh god....
It had been several weeks since I had had my first encounter with the Z Team. Moving in hadn't been so hard as I thought, in a way I was able to imagine living in my old home, sparring in the yard by myself, imagining Vegeta had gone off and done the same. Dinner in the kitchen staring out the window, trying to convince myself that Bulma was jut hard at work in the lab doing something to keep herself from thinking about Bra and Trunks, and sleeping in my room crying myself to sleep.....there was nothing I could do to convince myself this was normal. The images and the lies haunted me and all I could do was form them into some sort reality I could stay in until, well, until I died.
I stopped my chest heaving up and down from my exhaustion as well as the tears that now ran free from my eyes. This was it wasn't it, I was forced to be here forever, to live some alter reality where this sort of family wasn't worth dying for. Bulma how wrong you were? I sucked in a sharp breath refusing to let my mind slip into a comma of mournfulness, I was going to survive for her, for all who I had lost, and I would live for him....I'd die for him in the rightful way, bringing revenge upon those androids. With a solemn chant of love and hatred running rampant in my head I back flipped spinning to side sweep my imaginary opponent.
The young Bulma peered through the living room window watching the raven haired beauty pummel her emotions through the air. A look of distress touched her face as she continued to ponder what the girl was truly fighting. "You know Vegeta, if I didn't know any better I'd think she was sayian. I mean between her silent attitude and her pleasure in fighting, she reminds me a great deal of you. What do you think?" Vegeta looked out the window refusing to show his curious nature towards the woman sparring in the backyard.
"Woman please, that brat couldn't be sayian she'd be a disgrace, how pathetic and weak she is." He took another quick glance at the window and shook his head turning back to his food, scarifying down another plate. Bulma's blue eyes turned back to the man sitting behind the giant stack of plates. "You're probably right, but there is something about her, something very familiar." She shook her head looking over her shoulder at Pan who was now staring up at the sky. "She just looks so lost."
Bulma was disturbed by a large crash. She spun around facing the annoyed sayian-jinn a plate, or what was a plate, spread across the kitchen floor. "Woman, if you find in nessicary to chatter while I'm eating, I suggest you don't. But if you do wish to talk why don't you pay one of those doctor people to listen to your thoughts so I don't have too!" Standing up from the table, Vegeta sulked away to the gravity chamber.
'Fucking Christ' Did the bitch have to talk so much, all it was was this incessant chatter about everything and nothing! If it wasn't for her bloody brains I probably would have killed her by now, I might just shoot myself for the hell of it, it would be a lot better than listening to her complain everyday. I slammed my palm against the red button, the gr.'s door sliding open smoothly. As much as I've always enjoyed my training ever since I came to this bloody planet I can't concentrate with the witch constantly interrupting me for one of her "issues".
Pushing another red button inside the room the door slide closed the metallic window shades coming up on command, light flooded the room and I sighed relaxing in "my world". The red floor shined, the rooms had just newly been refinished after my last bout, there were already a few scorch marks from my first training in the new facilities. My feet smacked against the floor slightly echoing throughout the large sized room. I meandered over to the control panel switching the gravity up to 600 X earth's gravity. My knees bent a little, I pushed up on it adjusting my balance to fit the strength of the gravity.
My muscles relaxed at I just stood there with my eyes closed for a long while. In a strange way the psychical pressure seemed to make the "weight" of the world disappear. I find the pressure also melts away all the harsh memories like some sort of drug, just fading away with it all.
I choked on a heavy sob angry at myself for crying about things, what would Vegeta say if he saw me like this...I choke again. Jesus this was almost intolerable from my point of view. I shook my head a tear streaming off my cheek, powering up with out another thought I let my ki raise rapidly. I feel the warm energy in gulf me in a sadly wanted hug. I throw a heavy punch my arm sticking in the pose as I stare unconsciously at my actions. I shook my head again trying to release my mind from the quick faze. I shook my wrist and stood calmly again.
'Stop, breathe, relax....' I mental coached myself to breathe in and out coming back to my senses slowly. I threw another punch this time quickly followed by another, smooth roundhouse-kick another flip and I charge forward. I spin low sweeping my imaginary opponent off their feet, jumping back I begin again. 'Stop thinking, one two three....' Forward kick, and I flip back landing on my feet throwing a punch in a rush as I stumble backwards. I land hard rolling over my head on the perfectly manicured lawn. My back hits a few rocks and I arch my spine in pain. "Fuck!" I growl rubbing my soon to be new bruises.
The sun that has been pounding on top of me all morning is blocked by a large shadow that floats over me. My eyes turn up and I notice a hand sticking out in my direction. Checking my manners I grasp the hand smiling innocently. "Thank you, I must have lost my balance there." Goku smiles back nodding not a shade less then pure happiness covering his face.
"Bulma told me you were out her sparring by yourself. Why aren't you inside using the gravity room?" I'm pretty sure my face took on some melancholy tones to it as he said the words. I tilted my head and simply replied. "I always enjoyed training outside, something about the feel of earth beneath your feet." We both chuckled slightly. He nodded, "Yes I know what you mean, it just puts you at ease." He sighed and I saw him loose some of his happiness, "Pan, uh...we, I mean everyone would like to know how you know about the androids and, um...well, what you know." I know that at this very moment my face has lost all of its color.
'I should have thought about what to say when this came up.' I mentally smack myself for over looking the obvious. "Well, you see....I....well...." His face waits questioningly, a silent manner he must have been taught as a child to wait, respect the one speaking...if only I had something to say. What the hell am I supposed to say. Well, yeah you see I'm your granddaughter from the future and I was sent back her cause everyone was killed and I'm supposed to be having a good life but I'm just gonna watch everyone die again cause you see the androids are an unstoppable force from hell, thank you and good-bye. Sounds good enough. Dende, what the hell am I supposed to do. Well let's see I can't let them no I am a sayian, nor who I am related to so uhh well, we'll start with.
"Well, my mother was a scientist," Well close enough Bulma was a scientist, well is. Now who was the creator of the androids, oh yeah right, "She worked for Dr. Gero." He simply nodded waiting for me to continue, "Well, uhhh....when she was working there she used to talk about how he had plans to build these awful creatures to kill people, work as his slaves and stuff." Wow, I sound like a bloody idiot. "All I know is they are very powerful and a well, I just got a little worried when I heard they were coming I mean, well you know." Okay that wasn't really bad, by the look on his face I'd say it was awful.....oh god....