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by Angelica Chapter 3. Rage Of the Legendary Daddy ***************************
With a loud screech the air car slipped to a halt on the Son front lawn. A dark haired man stood tall on the porch suspiciously eyeing his brother, daughter as they crawled from the car. The third person calmly stepped out and put her hands on her hips. She frowned ‘Why are you two laying on the floor and seeing green ’. Goten and Pan sweat dropped. Pan hesitantly spoke up ‘ Bra if you don’t mind I’ll just go inside to my bed and pray tomorrow will be a normal day’ The raven-haired Girl stood up hugged her uncle ‘ Tomorrow you will tell me what’s going on or I’ll tell daddy to do it.’ Feeling rejuvenated by her now cringing uncle she said her goodbyes to Bra. The patiently waiting man welcomed his daughter by gathering her up in a bear hug. ‘ Hey daddy what’s going on? You look worried.’ A sad smile appeared on Gohan’s face ‘ Well honey cant a father hug his own daughter once in a while, besides you looked like you needed one. Care to fill me in?’ Pan remained silent as she led him to the living room. ‘ Daddy can I stay here for the night? I miss our talks’ the muscular man sat down on the couch and beckoned the young woman to sit down next to him. ‘ Do you even need to ask? Your room is still as you left it. Now what do you want to talk about? Pan smiled as she made herself comfortable. ‘ Daddy are you comfortable? Because this may take a while ‘ Her face never faltered as she threw it all out. The fears and worries for having to make it on her own. Even the friendships and relationships she had in college. The difficult times and the good. Gohan just sat there listening to his daughter containing himself as another disappointment rolled by. Suddenly Pan started to squirm a bit. ‘ Uhm Dad I don’t know…. Ah the heck with it. Did you notice anything weird about Trunks lately, because tonight during dinner he kept acting weird, which ultimately got on my nerves so I dragged (literally dragged) him outside. As hard as I pushed and tried he wouldn’t tell me what was wrong. When I turned to Bra and Goten they just gave me some cryptic answer. I mean even Goten wasn’t open to persuasion with my best puppy eyes.’’ Frowning he sought his memory. ‘ Now that you mention it, when you were planning to come home for the summer but couldn’t he came over to see Goten awfully much and Goten kept whining that Trunk wasn’t any fun because he wouldn’t go with him and Paris.’ By now Pan was also frowning. ‘ I think that I’ll go over to Capsule Corp tomorrow its Sunday so everybody should be home. Hey maybe I’ll even get Vegeta in for a friendly spar.’ Not giving her father time to object she jumped up and ran upstairs giggling like a little schoolgirl. Gohan shrugged and turned on the television while waiting for his wife to come back from Chi Chi’s. How hard he tried, he couldn’t help but feeling deeply disturbed over Trunks’s behaviour. Pan could almost hear her fathers mind working in overdrive. She almost regretted telling him, what if he would take this to far and suspect Trunks of stuff he really didn’t want to suspected of. Son Gohan was one of the gentlest people alive despite his blood and strength. The quickest way to die is to make him angry, and this you achieved the easiest by hurting his family. She grimaced when remembering the tale of her own grandfather taking all the glory for destroying Cell. Sometimes she would wonder how life would have been if the then young boy would have gotten the honour. Picking up a hairbrush she saw Goku’s picture that had fallen down from the wall. Gently she picked it up and pinned it back. Before even noticing it a small tear ran down her cheek. ‘ Grandpa ‘ whispering to her self more and more tears started to fall. The young woman stood there silent, clutching the brush in her hand for dear life. Her head started to swirl filled with the thoughts that had been with her all her life, one of the many reasons for studying abroad. ‘’ Look at what you’re doing your even to weak to keep your cool. WEAK you are the only fighter here who is too weak; you’ll never reach it. They’ll never be proud of you ‘’ somewhere deep inside something started to rebel at her own thoughts. A burning desire filled her. ‘’ NO shut up! I will reach it; I don’t care if I’m not sayijin enough. I Will’’ Her hand started to sting, the hairbrush had shattered in her hand and the remaining slivers had embedded themselves in her flesh. Hoping that her father hadn’t noticed it she put her gloves on again and opened the door. After three steps in the direction of the bathroom and a medical kit, she bumped into a large chest. ‘ Panny you should at least watch were you’re going. Is everything all right? I felt you Ki drop and then spike for a moment.’ Mortified Pan desperately sought for an explanation. ‘’ I could tell the truth, but I don’t want another lecture on how I cant help being weaker because I’m only a quarter‘‘ with a cheesy grin she started to explain herself. ‘’ Yes I uhm…… lost my bandanna for a moment. I………..kinda panicked when I couldn’t find it right away.’ The half sayijin started to laugh. ‘ Ah Panny you really still love that bandanna huh ‘ Pan gave her father the classic Son grin and quickly made her way to the bathroom. Her experience with cleaning wounds showed as she quickly and professionally pulled out the splinters and disinfected the small wounds. Before she went back to her room she did a quick check if nobody was out in the hallway that could ask why she bandaged her hand. Nobody good, feeling very silly all of sudden for all the secrecy, she let herself fall in bed. ‘’ God its only ten ‘o’ clock but I’m exhausted, hopefully tomorrow will be a normal day.’’ ‘Brat! What are you doing here? ‘ The widow peaked father was a lot less welcoming to his son as he closed the door of his parental home. ‘ Don’t you have a place of your own to stay? ‘ I…. I went out with Bra, Goten and Pan after dinner I was just to tired to go back across town again to my own place, so I thought I could stay here for the night. Its not like you’ve already got my room rented away ‘ the sayijin’s face remained impassive. Growing increasingly uncomfortable by his father’s silence he added ‘ do you?’ The older man slowly raised an eyebrow and started to speak. ‘ Yes off-course brat I’d want nothing more but another annoying human running around here’ Snorting he turned on his heels and started to make his way to the kitchen. Relieved Trunks let out a small sigh and started to walk towards his room. Suddenly a voice rolled thru the entire dome ‘ BRAT SPAR Tomorrow morning at 6’ ‘ O Kami please let me make it thru tonight without any other horror and I promise I will never ever do a wrong thing again.’ Without even washing up he let himself fall down on his bed. The past evening kept playing over in his head again and again. The way he felt mortified at his own feelings towards Pan. ‘ God I never thought a Simpsons quote would describe my own actions. ‘ DOH how can I be so goddamned stupid!’ Now Pan thinks I am some dirty old man and I the best case that I completely lost my marbles’Deciding that sleep was the best thing for him now he fell into a shallow sleep filled with nightmares in which Pan kept laughing at him and pounding him into the ground’ ‘ Vegeta? Why are you…chuckling?’ In the many years the blue haired woman and the alien Prince had spend together she had come to known him deeper then any other living creature, but never had she seen him chuckle. Her eyebrows raised in confusion as he started to talk into thin air. ‘ Damn you Kakarotto, your lowly third class blood is going to be mixed with the royal lineage.’ Strangely enough Vegeta didn’t sound bitter or angry at all. ‘ And you know what I don’t even mind. Damn you and this ball of dust you made me go soft.’ A small smile graced his features as he grabbed a sandwich and proceeded towards the living room. Dumbfounded Bulma watched him go. He hadn’t even heard her! Bulma muttered to herself as she walked after him ‘ Next I’ll be hearing twilight zone music. |