Hi! This is my first fic, though you may be able to tell that just by
reading. I had a few problems uploading the fic, but now it's here. Whether
more is posted is up to you. I hope you like!
Disclaimer: I have no time to own DBZ. (Not even Goku). Too busy buying shoes.
It was another peaceful yet sultry day in the dbz world. Everyone had gathered at Goku's house for a sparring match and picnic, although Goku's stomach insisted that the picnic came first, and the hungry saiya-jins were still eating.
"Oh my goodness, after all my years of marriage to a saiyan I can't believe you guys ate all that food in such little time," Chi-Chi admonished, placing another steaming plate of ribs on the table.
"C'mon Chi-Chi, you know we eat a lot," came Goku's muffled reply.
"Be quiet Goku, you eat the most!" A frying pan made its classic appearance, and all males at the table visibly trembled.
Further off, a lavender-haired adolescent (but more adult, being 19) sat, enjoying the shade of a gnarled oak. He looked up deep in thought, yet relaxed. But his many sculpted muscles that were easily seen through his Capsule Corp. T-shirt were tensed and sweaty. Any of the adults would automatically attribute it to girl troubles, and it was- sort of. He broke- off from his dazed reverie, and opened his beautiful cerulean eyes.
"Hey Goten, c'mon!" he had a better way to cool off. Goten, his best friend since childhood stood amongst a bed of wild flowers, though with his new summer tan and unruly saiyan hair that fell to his mid-back, made every violet look quite tame. Bra, who was taking after her mother as a quickly blossoming 17-year-old beauty was quietly chatting with him, exerting a giggle sporadically, taken in by his earthly and natural beauty, as most girls would.
"Umm. can you wait a minute Trunks?"
Trunks sighed. He had felt some chemistry between his best friend and sister since they had known each other. But with the start of summer, their little flirtations and feelings were as palpable as the thick humid air. Anyone with eyes could tell it was tearing Vegeta apart to see his little girl grow up. Or rather, he wanted to tear Goten apart. And as their relationship grew, Trunks felt less like a best friend and more of an accessory to Goten's life. Now it was, "Sorry Trunks, Bra and I are going to a concert tonight. No time to spar now, I have reservations for two at your sisters favorite restaurant." An invitation was always extended but Trunks wanted no pity from them.
Trunks tried to be happy for them, he wanted to be, but a natural pang of jealousy and resentment leapt at his heart when he saw them together. Goten felt the change in karma, but Trunks dismissed it as being from seeing less of him. But deep inside his inner-self gnawed away at his soul until the single, ugly truth remained: he wanted what Goten and his sister had. Getting a date wasn't the problem. His youthful outlook and exotic hair and eyes rivaled Goten's handsome and rugged physique. And though he was considered quiet and thoughtful, his bank account was deafening. The perfect guy. Unfortunately for him, too many other women thought so and he was constantly pursued by the female populace. His recent break-up with his long known friend Marron had not helped his outlook on dating.
But Goten was cheerier than usual, if that was possible (he had inherited the happy-go-lucky gene from his father) and Trunks had never seen Bra so serious about a guy before, so he kept a smile on and meditated on his "girl troubles" under the oak tree for a few minutes more.
His father was yelling something at Bulma and it startled him. The words, 'baka,' 'unfit,' and many other expletives grace his royal tongue. She and Goku were laughing hysterically, thus causing the enraged prince to turn red. Trunks saw that Goten would be taking longer than a "minute" so he decided to take a stroll and talk to Pan.
Had Gohan really wanted a son, he still would not have been disappointed with Pan, his only child. She was as tomboyish as she wanted to be, and her saiyan temper proved to suite her well. As much as she hated dresses and stiletto heels, she loved to fight even more. But it had taken ten years to convince her overprotective father to let her train with Vegeta.
"Gohan gets it from his mother," Goku explained, as he secretly taught Pan fighting basics when Gohan was out of town giving lectures, or looking the other way when Pan took one of her infamous midnight flights.
But under the baggy jeans, combat boots, and bandana, Trunks could see that she was a cute 16-year-old. And strong as well, having mastered SSJ1after training for two years, which should have been impossible being a ΒΌ saiyan female.
Boys would be calling after her soon, Trunks mused. He glanced back at his sister and wondered if it would be when she was 17, like Bra. Bra had always been a, 'fashion plate,' with her harem of boys for him and Goten to beat off, but between 16 and 17, she had matured some; she gave a different air about herself. Now men, not boys were interested.
As Trunks witnessed Pan get flung into the dirt by a smirking Vegeta, and then arise with a bloody nose, only to give Vegeta an equally bloody lip, he thought Pan had a few more years to go. 'But then,' he thought to himself while grinning, 'she'll be beating off the boys by herself.' Trunks smiled. Just another day with these people.
Videl began to call Pan away from her sparring match as Piccolo entered the fight. She never really got used to the tall, former Demon King, though Gohan adored and worshiped his former sensei.
Just then, a blinding flash lit up the sky, and a resounding crash followed. The earth shook as mighty, ancient trees were uprooted and came careening to the ground.
"What in the seven moons of Vegeta-sei was that," Vegeta demanded.
"Let's go check it out," the ever friendly Goku suggested. He was happy to greet who or what ever had visited if it was a friend. And if not, he had finally finished his meal and needed to work it off anyhow. Vegeta's blood boiled for a real fight as well, where there was no need to hold back and the victor was the one still breathing. He rose into the air.
"Well, what are you morons waiting for, Dende to drop down and sprinkle the forest with holy water?"
Trunks joined his father in the air. "Yeah Goten. Bra will be here when you get back." Goten approached the now levitating group, slightly flustered from the negative attention. Vegeta scowled.
"I'm here."
But before they could take off, a girl cautiously entered the clearing.
Disclaimer: I have no time to own DBZ. (Not even Goku). Too busy buying shoes.
It was another peaceful yet sultry day in the dbz world. Everyone had gathered at Goku's house for a sparring match and picnic, although Goku's stomach insisted that the picnic came first, and the hungry saiya-jins were still eating.
"Oh my goodness, after all my years of marriage to a saiyan I can't believe you guys ate all that food in such little time," Chi-Chi admonished, placing another steaming plate of ribs on the table.
"C'mon Chi-Chi, you know we eat a lot," came Goku's muffled reply.
"Be quiet Goku, you eat the most!" A frying pan made its classic appearance, and all males at the table visibly trembled.
Further off, a lavender-haired adolescent (but more adult, being 19) sat, enjoying the shade of a gnarled oak. He looked up deep in thought, yet relaxed. But his many sculpted muscles that were easily seen through his Capsule Corp. T-shirt were tensed and sweaty. Any of the adults would automatically attribute it to girl troubles, and it was- sort of. He broke- off from his dazed reverie, and opened his beautiful cerulean eyes.
"Hey Goten, c'mon!" he had a better way to cool off. Goten, his best friend since childhood stood amongst a bed of wild flowers, though with his new summer tan and unruly saiyan hair that fell to his mid-back, made every violet look quite tame. Bra, who was taking after her mother as a quickly blossoming 17-year-old beauty was quietly chatting with him, exerting a giggle sporadically, taken in by his earthly and natural beauty, as most girls would.
"Umm. can you wait a minute Trunks?"
Trunks sighed. He had felt some chemistry between his best friend and sister since they had known each other. But with the start of summer, their little flirtations and feelings were as palpable as the thick humid air. Anyone with eyes could tell it was tearing Vegeta apart to see his little girl grow up. Or rather, he wanted to tear Goten apart. And as their relationship grew, Trunks felt less like a best friend and more of an accessory to Goten's life. Now it was, "Sorry Trunks, Bra and I are going to a concert tonight. No time to spar now, I have reservations for two at your sisters favorite restaurant." An invitation was always extended but Trunks wanted no pity from them.
Trunks tried to be happy for them, he wanted to be, but a natural pang of jealousy and resentment leapt at his heart when he saw them together. Goten felt the change in karma, but Trunks dismissed it as being from seeing less of him. But deep inside his inner-self gnawed away at his soul until the single, ugly truth remained: he wanted what Goten and his sister had. Getting a date wasn't the problem. His youthful outlook and exotic hair and eyes rivaled Goten's handsome and rugged physique. And though he was considered quiet and thoughtful, his bank account was deafening. The perfect guy. Unfortunately for him, too many other women thought so and he was constantly pursued by the female populace. His recent break-up with his long known friend Marron had not helped his outlook on dating.
But Goten was cheerier than usual, if that was possible (he had inherited the happy-go-lucky gene from his father) and Trunks had never seen Bra so serious about a guy before, so he kept a smile on and meditated on his "girl troubles" under the oak tree for a few minutes more.
His father was yelling something at Bulma and it startled him. The words, 'baka,' 'unfit,' and many other expletives grace his royal tongue. She and Goku were laughing hysterically, thus causing the enraged prince to turn red. Trunks saw that Goten would be taking longer than a "minute" so he decided to take a stroll and talk to Pan.
Had Gohan really wanted a son, he still would not have been disappointed with Pan, his only child. She was as tomboyish as she wanted to be, and her saiyan temper proved to suite her well. As much as she hated dresses and stiletto heels, she loved to fight even more. But it had taken ten years to convince her overprotective father to let her train with Vegeta.
"Gohan gets it from his mother," Goku explained, as he secretly taught Pan fighting basics when Gohan was out of town giving lectures, or looking the other way when Pan took one of her infamous midnight flights.
But under the baggy jeans, combat boots, and bandana, Trunks could see that she was a cute 16-year-old. And strong as well, having mastered SSJ1after training for two years, which should have been impossible being a ΒΌ saiyan female.
Boys would be calling after her soon, Trunks mused. He glanced back at his sister and wondered if it would be when she was 17, like Bra. Bra had always been a, 'fashion plate,' with her harem of boys for him and Goten to beat off, but between 16 and 17, she had matured some; she gave a different air about herself. Now men, not boys were interested.
As Trunks witnessed Pan get flung into the dirt by a smirking Vegeta, and then arise with a bloody nose, only to give Vegeta an equally bloody lip, he thought Pan had a few more years to go. 'But then,' he thought to himself while grinning, 'she'll be beating off the boys by herself.' Trunks smiled. Just another day with these people.
Videl began to call Pan away from her sparring match as Piccolo entered the fight. She never really got used to the tall, former Demon King, though Gohan adored and worshiped his former sensei.
Just then, a blinding flash lit up the sky, and a resounding crash followed. The earth shook as mighty, ancient trees were uprooted and came careening to the ground.
"What in the seven moons of Vegeta-sei was that," Vegeta demanded.
"Let's go check it out," the ever friendly Goku suggested. He was happy to greet who or what ever had visited if it was a friend. And if not, he had finally finished his meal and needed to work it off anyhow. Vegeta's blood boiled for a real fight as well, where there was no need to hold back and the victor was the one still breathing. He rose into the air.
"Well, what are you morons waiting for, Dende to drop down and sprinkle the forest with holy water?"
Trunks joined his father in the air. "Yeah Goten. Bra will be here when you get back." Goten approached the now levitating group, slightly flustered from the negative attention. Vegeta scowled.
"I'm here."
But before they could take off, a girl cautiously entered the clearing.