So, this took a while. So this is based off my family reunions, and some of the parties they had during Dragon Ball Z. If you have any requests please hit up the review section ASAP!
A special thanks to my only reviewer boby333!
I do not own Dragon Ball (Z/GT)
"Is everyone ready?" Trunks asked his family.
The group was wearing backpacks. They planned on flying to the Lookout and staying the night. Most of their friends were doing the same. It had been a few years since they had seen all their friends. Not many were left. 18 was still alive, but Krillan had died of a heart attack a year ago. Seeing Bulla wasn't anything new, Trunks saw her on a daily basis. The only warriors left were Gohan, Videl, Goten Trunks, Pan, Majuub and Master Roshi. Of course the reunion was also for those who were with them for many years like the Kais, Dende, and Mr. Popo. Everyone would bring their families, making the party bigger, but the group was still smaller than it once was.
"Ready Dad!" Goma answered. She was going to wear her new Gi to show the others. Her hair was up in a tall ponytail and was swaying behind her.
The four took off into the sky. Goma loved the feeling of flying, she felt free. As if nothing could hold her. A flock of birds flew by and stopped to stare at the strange people flying. Some days Goma would fly into the sky to sit and relax. It was perfect in the air. No distractions, no drama, no fighting. Just her, the birds and the clouds.
The lookout was coming up quickly. Dende, Mr. Popo, Goten and two of his daughters were waving at the incoming arrivals. They hugged said their hellos. Everyone was glad to see each other. Goten hugged his son and asked him about his school.
"You guys are the first ones to arrive," Dende stated. "Besides them," he gestured to Goten and his daughters.
Goten had never told his wife or youngest daughter about his fighting or the Z Warriors. They were told he was at a conference for a few days. Hebi, his oldest daughter, told them she had wedding planning to do. And Ramu told her mom she was apartment searching. They never told Tori since she was always childish and seemed to be a copy of her mom. If they told her, she would tell her mom and Valese would get angry at Goten for lying to her for years. Goten never told his wife because he knew she would overreact to the news of him fighting aliens and evil monsters from Hell.
Ramu had just turned twenty. Goma always thought of her as the most artistic person in the family. She didn't seem to follow the path of either of her parents. She wasn't girly like Valese or Tori. But she wasn't into fighting or starting a family like Goten or Hebi. Ramu was happy being single. She had never wanted kids or a husband and she was making a good living working at an art museum and selling her paintings. Ramu always wore an apron over her tie dyed t-shirt and stained overalls. As usual she had her brown hair tied in two braids held together with mix matched rags. Her black eyes were complemented with a red tie dyed shirt.
Hebi, on the other hand, was not one to wear bright colors. She preferred a plain black dress with heavy boots. Some one looking at her long black hair and brown eyes would think she was very dark and mean, but she was far from it. Hebi was the sweetest person. Not many people knew her well enough to tell, but deep inside all Hebi wanted was a husband and kids. Her wish finally came true when her neighbor confessed he had loved her since the day he saw her. They dated for a year and two months ago he proposed to her.
Goma started to feel at home. She loved her mom's side of the family. Everyone seemed to get along. Her dad's side, however, was always feuding about something. Now the biggest thing was who would get their mom's Dragon Radar. Trunks had calmly explained that in her will Bulma stated that he get all inventions and blue prints since he understood how they worked. At first Bulla was fine with it then she realized that that was a lot of stuff and wanted only her mom's first invention, the Dragon Radar. They were at a standstill and continued to argue with each other.
That wasn't the biggest reason Goma hated them. She couldn't stand to be in the same room as Bulla's only child, Panchy. The two hated each other. The minute they made eye contact an argument broke out. Just as Goma was thinking this, the family arrived.
"Hey guys!" Bulla said while happily waving to Goten, excluding the rest of his family and friends.
Bulla still wasn't happy that Goten had chosen Valese over her. She was even more upset when they had Hebi. She immediately went out to find her own husband and married the richest man she could find. At the time Bulla thought being rich would make her as happy as Goten was. She never felt any happier so she instructed her husband to get her pregnant. He tried to convince her other wise but she thought that having a child would give her happiness.
After nine months, Panchy was born. Bulla instructed baby sitters to do all the hard work. She only wanted the baby if she was clean. Even then she would only hold the baby for a few minutes and then get bored. What Bulla didn't understand was that the fun of a baby isn't holding it or taking pictures with it, but raising the child and rocking it to sleep. Bulla soon found happiness in running the company and making drama with her brother.
"Uh, hey Bulla. How's it going?" he asked as politely as possible.
"Great! Panchy got straight A's and was the head cheerleader in her school, the youngest ever! I guess she inherited more than just looks from me!" Bulla bragged.
A small copy of Bulla stepped out of the jet. The only difference was her short hair and clothes. Goma looked over to the girl. Panchy was her biggest enemy. Ever since they were little, Goma would go around minding her own business and then Panchy would come along and get her in trouble. When Panchy and Uub'a son, Kashtan, started dating the first thing Panchy did was insult Goma, telling her that she was an ugly mess and that she would never date anyone.
Panchy scouted out her surroundings. She spotted Trunks and ran up to hug him. "Hi Uncle Trunks!" she greeted.
"Hey Panchy, how's my favorite little niece?" he asked.
"Great, I got all A's. Did Goma?" Panchy knew that Goma wasn't as smart as her, but liked to hear the answer every time.
"No, she's just average. But it's okay as long as she tries."
"Mom said she thinks Goma should be held back a year since she isn't doing great in school."
"Well," Trunks started, glaring at his sister, "C's are average, so there's no need to keep her back. Maybe your mom should keep her nose in her own business."
"Humph," was the only response from Bulla.
Panchy made her rounds, hugging everyone and giving nice smiles as she went. She deliberately skipped Goma and hugged Saru for a longer time than anyone else. Panchy liked to hurt Goma in any way possible and knew how close her and Saru were.
After a half hour everyone had arrived. Panchy was attached at the hip with her boyfriend, Kashtan. His twin sister, Kastanie, and Saru spared while Marron, Pan and Hebi watched and made wedding plans. Master Roshi watched too, but mostly watched Kastanie. 18 saw this and slapped him across the face calling him a dirty old man. Bulla was being shown Ramu's latest designs for new capsule shirts and cases. Majuub and Goten talked about battles they had fought in. Inside the Kais and Mr. Popo were preparing rooms and food. Gohan and Videl sat at the edge watching the Earth's people go about their lives, enjoying each others company.
While all this was happening, a bored girl walked around the lookout. She couldn't find much to do. Most of the time she and Saru would walk around and talk, but he really wanted to practice with Kastanie since she was much stronger than Goma. As she waas turning a corner she remembered something, 'Oh yeah, I have to ask Mr. Popo or Master Roshi about that stick!' She looked in her bag and Saru's but it wasn't in either. Then it hit her. While she was packing she had put the stick on their table.
'I should probably go tell Dad I'm going home to get the stick' she thought.
Goma searched the Lookout. She went past Saru's spar with Kastanie. Said hello to her Grandparents. She even smiled at Kashtan and ignored Panchy. Soon Goma found herself asking for help from Mr. Popo. The black genie was making the bed of a room, probably the one Goten slept in last night, and saw the girl enter the room.
"Hello Goma, can I help you with something?" He asked.
"Do you know where Dad is?" Goma replied.
"I think he's with Dende. Are you still having trouble sensing ki?" Mr. Popo had tried to help Goma many times before after her father had failed, but she just had a hard time with it.
"I've gotten a little better, but I need a lot of time to concentrate. It's easier just to ask." She admitted, rubbing the back of her neck and smiling.
"They should be down the hall, a few doors down on the left."
"Thanks Mr. Popo!" with that Goma ran off to see her dad.
"Just like Goku." Mr. Popo said as he watched the girl run off.
Goma walked down the hall, trying to sense her father's ki. She never was any good at it. She felt as though there was a ki far away that kept her mind occupied most of the time. Some days it was as if the ki was in the same town or even building as her. She tried to follow it once, but it kept getting further and further away. Goma figured it was her imagination and shrugged it off, but some days it just felt so real...
She was so busy thinking that she almost passed the door. Goma would have missed it if she hadn't heard the hushed conversation in the door.
"So you haven't had any luck either," Said a voice, she instantly recognized it as her dad's.
"No,"said another, Goma knew it belonged to Dende. "Have you tried to sense his ki?"
"That was the first thing I did when he wasn't in his bed, but I couldn't find it anywhere."
"Trunks, listen, we've been friends for a while and I'm telling you this as a friend. Maybe... maybe you..." Dende stopped to gather his thoughts, "maybe you can't find him because he isn't anywhere to be found. You've been looking nonstop for thirteen years and haven't found anything. Don't you think it's weird that he hasn't tried to find you, or that you can't sense his ki?"
"You don't understand, you've never lost a child. Your only son at that. As much as I love Goma, she isn't a boy. I can't teach her anything my father taught me. She doesn't even have my last name. Kami did. Even if all logic says he's... he's..." Trunks looked for another word, not wanting to say the awful word he was thinking, "no where. I know, deep in my heart that he's somewhere, looking for his family."
Goma waited for Trunks to finish his speech before opening the door as loudly as she could. "Dad?" she called into the room.
"Oh, Goma, I'm over here." He answered
She walked toward Dende and him. "Dad, can I go home really quick to grab something for Mr. Popo or Master Roshi to look at?"
"I think Mr. Popo and the Kais are almost done with the food, after we eat you can." Dende said.
Goma agreed and walked away from the room, knowing she had stumbled into a conversation that should have remained between Trunks and Dende. She agreed not to mention it to anyone. One question kept coming into Goma's mind. Who were they talking about?
Far away from the look out, a lilac haired boy was training. Suddenly he felt a large amount of power concentrated at one point. He knew it had to be the Sons, maybe he could kill them all in one blow. He knew his uncle would disapprove of his plan, but the pride after wards would be enough to justify it. He stopped training for a moment, and prepared to fly off. A blast came out of nowhere and hit in front of him. The boy looked up to see a his uncle scowling at him. Raditz language for "get back to work."
I hope you enjoyed reading this. I think this story will fit in between the hundred year section so there will be no Dragon Balls, I know that it defeats the purpose of the name. Do you like the match ups? Personally I hate Bulla (if you couldn't tell) but to make people happy I could write another one with Goten and Bulla together... Review your oppinions please, it makes me happy and a better writer.