Hi, so I just realized I have no life so I'll update more often now. Enjoy.
I do not own Dragon Ball (Z/GT)
Like most of her birthdays, Goma's thirteenth was a simple celebration with her mom, dad, and Saru. They had a cake, sang the song, wished her a happy birthday and gave her the presents. Saru's Present was first. Goma shook it in her hands, but he quickly stopped her.
"Careful, it's breakable!" He warned.
She grabbed the card on the top. It was nothing special, just a generic birthday card. There was nothing inside, just Saru's signature. Next she untied the ribbons, each one was curled at the end. She turned the box around to it's side and undid the tape. It didn't come off easily, so she just ripped open the rest of the paper.
She unfolded the flaps of the box to find packing peanuts everywhere. She dug around and found it. The gift Saru had gotten her from far away. It had to be a great present, he traveled so far. Then again, most years Saru would build up the suspense just for her to find a book or dirty magazine, the later he took back and took her out for ice cream after.
She took the present out of the box. It was a picture frame. Around it was decorated macaroni and buttons. Inside the frame was a picture of her and Saru as little kids under the tree in the yard. Goma remembered them making the frame together. It was back when Goten lived nearby. Saru was seven and read any book he could to Goma, who at the time was only four. She was leaning over in front of him to see the pictures. Valese had seen the two and thought the image to be adorable, she quickly went inside and took what seemed like thousands of pictures of the two.
"Thank you Saru, it's such a great picture of us!" She smiled and gave Saru a one armed hug.
Her next target was the gift her parents were bringing out. The package was flat and rectangular. Clothes. Even though Goma was a teenage girl the thought of new clothes was still boring to her. They were only there to keep you warm and covered, why did people enjoy new ones so much if their purpose was all the same? A disappointed Goma began to open up her present when Trunks stopped her.
"Aren't you going to open the card first?" he asked.
She looked down at the card she had ripped off. No one bothered to lick it shut and just tucked the flap under the rest of the envelope. She put her finger in and pinched the flap, opening the envelope. It wasn't very special on the outside, but when she opened it, a few folded papers flew out. She picked them up and looked them over. There were three or four, the paper on top was the a copy of the poster Saru and her saw at the bakery. Under it was print outs of her great grandfather competing, along with some of his friends. A few even showed Pan battling against people ten times her size at the age of four.
With new excitement Goma opened her gift. Inside the box was a neatly folded orange Gi. It looked just like the one her mother, great grandfather and most of their friends had worn to their martial arts tournaments. She slowly picked it up and examined it. Why would her parents buy her a brand new Gi if she had never entered a tournament before? She looked it over again, amazed by all of it. Was this how people felt when they got new clothes, because it felt amazing.
"Why a Gi?" Goma asked.
"Well, your mom and I have been talking. We think it's time you enter a tournament. That is as long as you want to," Trunks explained.
"We waited for a few years since I knew they were building a statue for Grandpa. So would you like to go?" Pan added.
"Yes! Yes! A thousand times YES! I've been wanting to enter my whole life!" Goma said excitedly.
Pan was placing the remnants of the cake into the box. She looked at the untouched Goku and thought back to the days she wished on stars for him to come back. After Kami's death and Goma's birth, she realized that the stars wouldn't help her, that her Grandpa wouldn't come back to see her or his other grandchildren.
She looked out a window to the backyard. Saru and Goma were practicing while Trunks coached them. He was a wonderful father and husband. Why couldn't she see any of the great things in her life during her depression? The great things like her husband, her son, her family. They were all there, she just wasn't able to see it. Back then she had more family, she had her grandma, Bulma, Yamcha, even Krillin but now they were all gone forever. She thought of all the nights she had planned on killing herself, only to be persuaded otherwise by her husband. Looking at her current life, she was happy that she never succeeded.
"Hey Mom, come outside! You and Dad should spar!" Called an excited Goma from outside.
Pan broke away from her thoughts and ventured into the yard. The grass was freshly cut, the smell was still in the air. Her vegetable garden was just starting to blossom, soon it would produce food for the mix matched family. It was nice having Goma and Saru home from school, even if the day after tomorrow they had to go back to their separate schools. Saru attended a private school in West City dedicated to their grandpa. The school uniforms only consisted orange and blue. He was truly a smart child, he was able to go purely on scholarships he had earned.
Goma, however, didn't get any of her father's intelligence. She was an average student, never standing out in any subject except P.E. She went to a public school, not far from Saru's school. She claimed that she didn't want to stand out from the crowd by being to smart or to dumb, but in reality, she knew if she was well known people would find out about her family and she would get mobbed by people.
"Come on Honey, let's go," Trunks encouraged.
Pan laughed and said, "We haven't done this in a while."
The two took their fighting stances and began. Pan started by running up and punching him in the chest, only to have her wrist caught before hitting. She freed herself, and started to go at it. Punches were blocked on both sides, but Pan seemed to be on the offense. Trunks came to kick her but she jumped before he had the chance. The two took to the sky. They were fighting at incredible speeds, the only way to watch was sensing their ki. They floated down to the ground and stopped.
The husband and wife smiled at each other. They loved their little spars. Most of the time they would be to busy to enjoy each others company. Trunks was a at work for long hours on the week days, and Pan worked late at night and on weekends in a store as the manager. It was days like these that the couple was able to bond.
The rest of the night was spent star gazing. They looked up to the heavens. The vastness of space was nothing new to Pan or Trunks, they had seen a lot of it. Their adventures took them far beyond what they could see in the yard. Goma and Saru saw a black void, continuing out into unknown territory. The stars were spotted into layers of solar systems. Every once in a while, someone would point out a constellation. But none of them were really thinking of the stars. They each were thinking something different.
Trunks looked out and remembered the trip that he and Pan had bonded during. The adventures they had. He thought of Giru, who had returned to outer space to help his planet. Pan had been sad, but understood the reason very well. Trunks thought of the day he and Pan had been wed. It was a clear and beautiful day. He was in the front with Goten as his best man. As Pan walked down the aisle, he couldn't help but stare. She was wearing her grandmother's wedding dress. Her hair was up, it looked nice that way. Their wedding was flawless. The reception was amazing. All their friends, family and co workers were there. Their day couldn't have gotten any better.
Saru looked up and thought of his future. It seemed to be bright. He was smart, had a girlfriend, and he was strong. Surely things would go great. He hardly had to do anything to get into a college. Trunks had offered him a job in Capsule Corp as a scientist if he chose to become one. But then he thought to the more recent future. Where would he go to college? What career would he choose? Did he really want a job as a scientist? Of course he did, they made money he was good at it, but would he enjoy it? Why not, he was amazing at it, why wouldn't someone enjoy something they're good at? But the thought still stayed in his head, did he really want to be a scientist for a company?
Goma was tired. She always was after her birthday. She looked up into the sky. It was hypnotizing. The stars went on forever. She looked into it deeply and found more stars. She thought of the tournament. How would she win against Saru if he was so much better than her? Goma thought up battle strategies, and practice. Then an unsettling thought came to mind. School. How she hated it. The work itself wasn't hard, it was the people. All of them made fun of her. Most of the time it was for being the great granddaughter of Mr. Satan and Goku, but not being able to fight. When she did fight off a bully, people made fun of her for being a strong girl. No matter what she did, Goma could not fit in. Life was hard, especially for the great granddaughter of Goku and Mr. Satan.
Pan stared into the heavens and imagined how different her life could be. She thought of whit if her grandpa hadn't died. She imagined her life with her son still in it. Her mind went to a darker place. What if she had committed suicide with Goma still unborn? She wouldn't have the greatest joy in her life, she would have robbed Trunks of his two most precious things. She thought of dieing after Goma was born. Trunks would have to raise a daughter all on his own. He final thoughts were of little Kami. The last moments she had seen him, walking down the stairs to ask to be tucked in. What if, somewhere he was still alive. But, no, that was impossible. Wasn't it?
In a deserted area far away, Kami looked into the stars. Unknown to him, his family was doing the same. He had been told that his family was dead, he and his Uncle Raditz were the only ones left. Every night, after intense training, he would look into the stars and think of his dead family. He thought of them as kind and loving. He imagined a beautiful mother and strong father. His siblings must have loved him and cared for him. He might have had cousins who died. He had grown up his entire life with a deep hatred for the Son family. He thought that they had killed his own family, and for that they must also be killed.
"Spich, come down for more training!" Raditz called to Kami, whom he had renamed.
"Coming Uncle!" he called back.
Kami jumped down from the cliff he was laying on and ran toward his uncle. Everyday was like this. He trained and trained until he passed out, or until Raditz was tired. Some days he would get off, but only to go interact with people as part of his training. In a few days he was being sent to school in order complete their plans.
Raditz had formulated his plan in Hell. When Android 17 opened the hole, he escaped and flew off into hiding. He stayed there for years, training and perfecting his plan. He knew exactly how to get revenge on his brother. And Spich was only the beginning of it.
So Spich is kind of like spinach since all Saiyans are named after a vegetable. Please correct my mistakes and review! Thanks to anyone who has been, I'll mention names in the next chapter. Since I have no life it will probably be out in a few hours or tomorrow... I really need a life...