This one explains Vegeta's protectiveness of Soyna a little bit more. I think it does need to be explained a bit more before the story goes further... Gohan broods a little more also as he worries about his daughter....
It Never Ends
C-13 --
Still sleeping.
He sighed as he looked at his granddaughter.
She had been sleeping for a long time. The stupid sensu bean. It always did this to her. Always.
He put his hand on her brow and found her warm. It did that too. She didn't need the bean. Her arm would have healed fine in a couple of weeks. She was after all part Saiyian. She would have recovered even with the training and sparing she was doing. She was being more conscious of it than he ever was with his wounds.
Bulma had given her the bean and he wasn't too happy that she didn't consult him on it.
Yes, it made her get the sleep that she so desperately needed, but it also made her so ill. Bulma just didn't understand her pain.
She moved her head away from his hand and growled in her sleep. Her jaw was set firmly. She was having the nightmare again. A nightmare that she would not tell him about.
"Vegeta?"
He turned to see Legen standing in the door. "I mom okay?" He had his usual worried look on his face.
"She's fine," he said and turned back to her. She would be better if she didn't have the fever.
"Are you sure?"
The brat was standing by the bed and touched his mother's hand. "She looks pale."
"She is fine brat," Vegeta said.
"Then why are you here?"
He looked at Legen's big green eyes looking up at him. Why was he here?
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Trunk's was home early. He wanted to spar but he could tell by the look on his face that he was in for a lot of paperwork again. That is all that he seemed to do. It seemed such a waste. His son could be the strongest in the universe, and here he wasted his time behind a desk.
He didn't want to deal with that stupid woman saying something about Capsule Corporation being one of the most important companies in the world. She would then ramble on about how strength was not one of the greatest assets on this planet but your position and money.
Whatever.
He restrained himself from going to check on Soyna again. She was sleeping too long. He didn't like it. Raymond said it was nothing to worry about. But then, he didn't particularly trust Raymond who had some how seduced his little girl behind his back.
He had been so preoccupied in finding out who this girl was who had a Saiyian tail when no one else, not even him, had one anymore. He didn't even notice Raymond and Bra getting closer. Something he wished he could have discouraged.
He had been very aware of how much the young Junior looked like him. Very aware, but he found himself studying her, the little woman who was obviously from his bloodline. He knew that she didn't look like anyone here. She didn't resemble him and she didn't resemble Bulma, but he knew.
He had seen the pictures of her mother. He was aware of how much she looked like her. But then, she only had superficial similarities to her mother. He saw something more there.
It took him awhile to admit it.
He hadn't even told Bulma. He really had no intention of mentioning it to anyone.
She guessed it when they found out her name though. She didn't say anything, which he was grateful. He was having a hard enough time dealing with the images of his mother who died when he was 3 years old. Images that he had forced out of his mind a long time ago came flooding back at this woman who had nearly died, who had been large with her children. How his own mother had died.
He had told Bulma the name of his mother only once. She must have remembered it and suggested it when she was born. But she had no idea how much the child tore at his heart strings as much as he tried to push those thoughts back. He wanted to keep those weaknesses out of his mind, but they came and remained.
He sat on the balcony and looked down at the three menaces that looked as if they were plotting something, but then, they always seemed to be.
Today, it seemed to be Benot's turn to be picked on. Benot was wearing a hat that he kept pulled down low on his forehead.
"Wait until I tell mom," Legen laughed.
Fry was busy giggling.
"Both of you SHUT UP!" Benot yelled and tugged on the hat.
Foolish children doing foolish things, he thought. Normally he didn't pay much attention to what they were doing. He always saw the consequences later, but this surely looked interesting. Benot was the one that was usually the one laughing.
"I would have LOVED to have seen Rose pop you one!" Fry giggled. "I mean she is such a little thing."
"SHUT UP!" Benot yelled again and tugged harder on the hat. "It's not funny!"
"You call Goten a wimp all the time for getting beat up by your mom and you go and get walloped by a little girl," Fry laughed. Legen burst into laughter too. Vegeta smirked.
That was when Legen tore the cap off his brother.
"Hey! Give that back." Benot protested.
Vegeta saw the big black circle that surrounded Benot's eye. He just about burst out laughing himself.
"Wait until mom sees this!" Legen said. "Your going to loose another week of video games!" He laughed and taunted his brother with the hat. "I don't think you can hide that shiner with this!"
Benot tackled his brother.
Legen just laughed as his brother scooped the hat back onto his head. He looked really mad.
"Uh-oh." Fry said, suddenly not laughing any more.
They all looked up at him.
He didn't move but continued to look down at them. Benot and Legen weren't afraid of him. He knew that. They were used to him. They had a respect for him. Fry on the other hand, was afraid of him. He didn't mind. It kept them away from him most of the time.
"Busted!" Legen laughed.
Benot cuffed him and then stamped into the house.
Legen was still laughing.
He knew that he wouldn't really do anything to them. He left that stuff up to Soyna and Bulma. The threat of him was often enough to get them to behave, even though he hadn't even raised his hand to them.
But what did concern him, was that a human girl had hit Benot hard enough to give him such a black eye. He really thought it was time to start the boy's training.
He didn't want them to be just like the humans. He didn't want any of his remaining blood line turn into wimps. It was bad enough that Junior, his namesake, was half-blind and had no interest in fighting. He could be strong, he had seen it in the boy, but he was unwilling and unable to train to achieve the level that his sister had.
But then he sometimes wished that Soyna would not push herself so hard.
She had to try to get to that next level! She said that she was undercontrol but he knew better. He got to her before she started to burn herself up like she did that one time before in which her fingers were black for a month from that stupid attempt at powering up at a level she just could not reach.
The only way to get her attention was to really hurt her and that meant breaking something.
He knew that she was still mad at him, not for breaking her arm, but from stopping her.
He frowned. He didn't like to be reminded of the days when he was like that. When he was so focused that he couldn't see what he was doing to himself and those around him. She sometimes saw her focus through her boys. He had had nothing. He wouldn't allow himself that pleasure that he now enjoys and sometimes still won't admit.
Damn child.
He looked in on her but didn't enter her room. She had thrown all the covers off herself and had them wrapped in a ball, which she cuddled against. She seemed to be sleeping well.
Hopefully the sleepy effects of the sensu bean would wear off and he could stop thinking about all these stupid things and concentrate on making themselves stronger instead of worrying about the past.
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She was wearing a dress!
His daughter! A dress! To school! It was Wednesday and she was wearing a dress! What happened to my tomboy, he thought. He knew where he was standing when she was a tomboy. He never had to worry about her and boys.
But it was Wednesday. Didn't she have lunch with Trunks on Wednesday's? This was not good.
Trunk's was too old for her. Trunk's was not the right type of guy for his little girl. Trunk's could not be interested in her. They are just friends.
"Hot date?" Fry said with a mouthful of cereal.
Pan slapped him across the back of the head. "Listen you little weasel. I just felt like dressing up for a change."
"A little short isn't it?" Fry said and ducked as Pan tried to hit him again.
"You have been around Benot to often," she hissed at him.
"Why-why are you wearing the dress dear?" he asked. And the sandals and why wasn't she wearing nylons? Don't women have to wear nylons with dresses like that? What was his little girl doing looking like a woman anyway? Especially on a Wednesday!
"I have the afternoon off," she said and she poured her own breakfast.
Afternoon off? That wasn't good, especially if she was going to lunch with Trunks. The lunch could go too long. He forced himself to look calm and take a deep breath.
"Yeah, they cancelled my afternoon classes and lab, so Bra and I are going to get together and go to a matinee movie," she said taking a bite of the cereal.
He sighed inwardly. She wasn't going to spend the afternoon with Trunks. He is just being a paranoid father. He has nothing to worry about. What kind of trouble could she get if she were going to go out to a movie with a pregnant Bra.
"After lunch of course," Fry said. "Can't miss lunch can we."
She kicked him from under the table. "I think that Benot is a bad influence on you. Can't you keep your mouth shut! Jez, and it's only lunch with Trunks anyway. I am not turning down free food."
Only Lunch with Trunks. Free food. Trunk's was paying. That was a date. His little girl was on a date with Trunks.
"Hey, dad. Are you okay?" Pan said.
"Huh?" he said.
"You look a little tense," Pan said pointing to the now torn paper in his hands. "Do have to make exams or are you in charge of detention this week?"
"Exams," he mumbled and blushed. He was being foolish. His little girl was smarter than to fall for an older guy who was a notorious womanizer.
"Can you give me a ride to school today. I am not in the mood for the bus and I really don't want to fly in this thing," she said. She reached over and grabbed the collar of Fry's shirt before he could say anything. "One word and I will plow you through the wall.
Fry just grinned. "What? I didn't say anything! Dad!"
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He tried to ask her how she 'felt' about Trunks as he drove her to school. He couldn't though. She looked so happy and pretty in that skirt. Like her mother. He was happy and upset at the thought at the same time. He had liked it when Videl wore those short skirts that showed off her legs. And then there was the nylon thing. Why wasn't she wearing nylons?
He dropped her off and waved, like an idiot, with Fry giggling at him.
"What?" he said as he looked in his rear view mirror as they drove off.
"You are acting funny." Fry said. "Like Pan could ever find a boyfriend and you are worrying about Trunks!" He giggled. "Hey, but wouldn't that be cool. That would make him Trunks my uncle then huh? And Pan my aunt? What would Vegeta be to me then, huh?"
"You are not helping here Fry," Gohan growled at his son. He had just given him a whole knew bunch of reason for him not to like this.
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Bulma looked at the tournament brochure. She knew what it meant. It meant that both her silly brute of a husband and Soyna were going to use it as an excuse to train harder.
She didn't want to see them get hurt. It was hard enough watching Soyna sparing with Vegeta then Goten, with her arm in a sling. She knew that the Sensu beans were hard on her, but it would heal her arm and allow her to sleep even though Vegeta scowled as he picked her off the couch to take her to her room. He knew that he complained that he wouldn't be able to train without her.
"One more day, won't kill you," she said only to get a mumble as he walked out of the room.
Another stupid Tournament.
"Why couldn't I have made my wish for a prince charming? Why did I have to get this life?" she sighed.
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A/N that is all for now...
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