A/N: Had this story planned in my mind forever and I've finally put it on paper.
This is a story about my original character, Chechi. She is ChiChi and Goku's daughter. She's one year older than Goten, and a few months younger than Trunks. So you all can know where to place her in age.
This Story goes right after Goku left with Uub after the tournament. The primary focus is Chechi relationship with her father and her relationship with Trunks. But trouble is around the corner.
Desclaimer: DBZ and its characters don't belong to me, however Chechi does!
Severed Dam
Chapeter 2
'For myself I know not how to express my devotion to so fair a form: I want a brighter word than bright, a fairer word than fair. I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days—three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contai-'
"Goten, can you believe that your sister Chechi is reading during a barbeque your mom set up?" Lying on my side with my head resting on my hand, I can't help but roll my eyes at these two as a hint of a smile appears on my lips. But I refuse to give them more attention. After much searching, I had finally found a nice shade under a large tree to lie down and read; away from the leering hands of "Master Pervy" as I've inwardly dubbed him. For some reason mom thought to invite everyone over for a picnic - I'm not sure of the reason, but the day is beautiful, so I wont complain. With my peripheral vision, I can see the duo sitting by me, Goten in front of me, Trunks behind. Unexpectedly, I feel a warm breath near my ear and a body heat radiating near my shoulder. Trunks leans over and reads a passage aloud.
"'I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your Loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minu-' What are you reading Chech'?" I give an annoying sigh and show the two the cover of my book. Goten shrugs his shoulders indicating that the cover didn't really clue him in. But Trunks gave his little scoff and I can feel his teasing begin.
"Keats? Aw, Chech' aren't you the romantic. How about you read us something that talk about breasts, these old English poets really like writing about them!" I swat at him with my book, but he easily dodges as he portrays his teasing grin and I can't help but laugh. Putting a bookmark to save my place I lay the paperback down and sit up.
"It wouldn't kill you guys to learn a few things from him. It would definitely score you points with the ladies." Goten automatically jumped at the bait and asked to borrow my book when I finished. I can't help but laugh at my girl-crazed brother! Who would have thought that the young, naïve Goten would turn out this way? Shaking my head slightly, I address the two. "So, what's the reason you two menaces came to disturb my quiet-time with Mr. Keats?" At this, Goten gets excited and jumps to his feet then grabs my hands to pull me up as well. Trunks also stands, not as quickly as Goten, but in his own self-confident way.
"Mom sent us to go fishing and you, dear sister, are coming with us!" Oh, no I'm not. I try to back away from Goten but I back into Trunks. I'm stuck!
"No way. Last time I went with you two pranksters, I smelled like dead fish for two weeks! Not one, but two! No one would come near me and I had to camp out so that I didn't stink up the house. So thanks, but not thanks." I try to fly away but Trunks grabs me up from behind. From my startle, I can't help but yelp.
"Oh com'on Chech', that was ages ago!" Laughs Trunks. I correct him; it was actually two summers ago.
"Guys, I think that we've got enough fishes for 20 Saiyens! How about we wrap it up? The older ones are starting to stink." I stood near the pile of large fish, that if they wanted too, could probably eat me whole. I look to the side to see Trunks and Goten still underwater, competing who caught the most fishes, or was it the biggest? Who knows, Saiyen competitive-ism can be ridiculous at times. I had bended over to grab my shorts to put over my bathing suit, I assumed I was dry enough.
I must have been daydreaming because I didn't hear the warning call from the guys. Suddenly, I get knocked by a large fish, causing me to plunge head-first into the pile of fish! What was worse, the skin of the older fishes were quite brittle causing them to break and spill their slim all over me. It was probably one of the most disgusting experiences I've ever had.
I hear Trunks and Goten yelling after me and pulling away a few fishes to get to me. But I guess I was a sight, as soon as they saw me, they both fell backwards in hysterics. Well I couldn't let them be un-fished. So as slyly as I could muster, I jump Goten and hug him, slime and all. Needless to say, he starts to freak out. But then I hear Trunks laughing on the side, and this would not do. With the speed of sound I attacked him, as I clinged, I pressed my face against his to get rid of the slime. It wasn't until later that I figured out that it wasn't a bright idea to rub the slime that was on me onto them. It ended up seeping into my pores causing the stench to linger longer then it should…
"I promise Chechi, no more old fishes, no more competitions. Alright?" Yeah, like I could believe a word Trunks' says. But it appears that I am their captive, so I must abide by them.
The day is hot but the water from the lake was cool, perfect to lazily soak my feet. I'm not prepared this time for a fish-hunt, so I'm lying back to enjoy the scenery. Around the water's edge rays of sunlight is peaking through the cracks that the trees are allowing, creating a starry affect on the grass. There's a soft breeze and I can hear birds sing in the distance. It really is picturesque. I hear a rustle from behind, but when I turn, I don't see a figure. Maybe it was a small animal scurrying around. Turning my attention back to the boys, I notice that it's been awhile since they've submerged into the water. I fly up to search the waters to make sure that they are making some sort of progress. It doesn't help the fact that the sun's reflection's preventing my view.
All at once, I feel strong arms take a hold of me as I thrust into the water. I gasp in shock, but doing so causes me to take in some water. Looking around I see a pair of feet swimming to the top, I follow. As I break through the top, I gasp for the air that my lungs burn for. In the background I can hear the laughter. Oh, those boys! I give my meanest glare, something I inherit from mom and they back away. I fly up away from the water and spin, hoping to get some excess water off of me, but to no avail, I'm still drenched.
"Great guys, I'm soaked. It's not like I can turn Super Saiyen to dry myself off." Since Trunks and Goten were able to go "Super," as they've called it, I've been trying, with their assistance, to reach that level as well. But I guess there is no such thing as a female Super Saiyen. Goten and Trunks never gave up on it, but I have. I've accepted that women were never called to be Super Saiyens. Besides, I'm not a dye-hard fighter; I guess I only wished to be for my dad. It's his passion, and I wanted to share it with him. But while mom concentrated on Gohan being a great scholar and Goten a great fighter, she focused on me being a lady through in through. And that meant years of piano lessons and ballet. Yes, I was created to be the ultimate lady, too bad my graceful moves that I've learned hasn't influenced my sarcastic mind.
Arms wrap around my waist and my back is pressed against a firm figure. Heat surrounds me, and it's not due to my surfacing blush. I look behind and see Trunks with his smirk. My heart is slightly racing and I feel myself dry off.
"Any more complaints?" His brow gives a quirk up with his inquiry. I look away embarrassed and give a quiet, "no." I can't let him see how much his close proximity is effecting me. As soon as I'm completely dry, he slowly lets me go and make sure we have a little distance. I look around for Goten and see him on the shore, carrying four large fish over his shoulder.
"Looks like Goten's ready for us," Why do I sound so meek? I clear my throat, "Comon, first one to reach him buys loser coffee. Deal?" I give him a side-glance and see his eyes narrow, but the smirk remains. Oh, it's on!
Victory always tastes sweet, especially when that victory is a free cup of Chai Latte. I feel like nothing can ruin my day. I'm walking in between my two favorite people, with Goten's arm draped over my shoulder, each carrying a pair of fish. As we draw closer to home, I can hear the music in the background a smoke rising behind the house from the bonfire. Nope, nothing can ruin my day. I feel Goten giving my shoulder a slight squeeze. Looking up at him I see him giving me an almost apologetic smile. What's he sorry for? It's not like I was really mad over the lake incident. But then I feel it.
"Hey! Finally you brought the fish, I'm starving!" That carefree tone, that holds so much laughter and good humor. I know that voice. I look to the direction it came from. And near the entryway of my home, I see the owner. There, holding Pan, is Dad.