Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Where Angels Fear to Tread ❯ Winged Demon ( Chapter 12 )
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By: Lady Foeseeker 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.22.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 301 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 07.22.2004 | Pages: 2 | Words: 2.7K | Visits: 301 | Status: Completed
Where Angels Fear to Tread
Part 12
Winged Demon
Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned, I actaully have time to write!
ENJOY!
Kurt watched in awe as Gohan lifted form the ground using his ki. It never failed to amaze the mutant that such a thing was possible using the same energy that fell from his hands in destructive blasts. "I can do that?" The eight year old asked, sounding uncertain, "You're sure?"
"Of course, Kurt," Gohan chuckled. "You know how to access your ki so now you need to do so..."
Kurt got caught up in the man's lulling voice, his eyes sliding shut in their typical meditative state as he brought his ki around him and began to expand it. The soothing voice continued its patterns as he breathed in and out, falling into a familiar rhythm. He had practiced it every night until he could do it without thought, as he did now. His body reacted to Gohan's vice, following the commands of what to do with the energy surrounding his body. Slowly he used it to push himself into the air.
"Open your eyes." Gohan commanded gently, ready to catch his son if something went wrong.
Kurt's eyes flickered open and he gasped. He wasn't very high, maybe two or three feet from the earth, but even that was something he'd never experienced before. When his even breath caught in his throat, his ki wavered and he began to sink towards the earth. Slowly, fortunately for him, but he was still disappointed.
"It takes practice," Gohan told him gently, "but you're doing very well for someone your age and with the amount of time you had to practice. Most of us have had years of practice with our ki and we knew about it long before we began to use it ourselves."
Kurt made a face, "That's not helpful."
Gohan shrugged. "I never claimed to be helpful," He pointed out, "just logical."
Kurt couldn't resist sticking out his tongue.
Gohan chuckled, "Let's try it again. You only get better with practice. I don't want you practicing without someone that can fly right now, you might fall and get hurt, okay?"
Kurt grinned and nodded happily. He sometimes had a hard time believing that people cared about him, even now, months after they had proved it to be so. Gohan told him to try it again and the boy slowly rose into the air once more, further this time, before losing his concentration and falling back to earth. Gohan had to catch him that time, as gravity intervened, and he smiled at the boy, "I think you're tired. We'll do it again tomorrow. Let's go in for dinner and then to bed."
"Okay, Otousan," Kurt yawned, snuggling into Gohan's chest. The two slowly walked home, only to see Videl standing in the door way, watching them with a smile.
"You two are so cute," She laughed. "I got a picture of that. Wake Kurt up, it's time for dinner. Then I think he needs to sleep."
The young mutant was so peaceful that Gohan hated to wake him, but the boy needed to eat. Skipping meals was bad for him, even more than others, because the use of one's ki made the metabolism skyrocket and the user very hungry. One of the reasons Saiya-Jins guard their food so jealously.
Kurt tiredly ate his supper, then crawled in on the couch and fell fast asleep. Gohan smiled again, carrying him up the stairs to his room, Videl following him. The two changed him and tucked him in, kissing him gently on the forehead and tuning out the light.
"I did it, Okassan!" Kurt squealed, zipping through the air around Videl's head, "I've got it! And I'm not drop dead tired!"
Videl swooped upwards, grabbing the mutant and spinning him around with a cheer, "Good job, Kurt! I can't wait until Gohan gets home and we can tell him. But for now, why don't we get Goten and Ojisan and play tag in the air? Obasan can play too. Quick, let's go!"
Kurt whooped and raced to get one of his best friends, and his grandparents, laughing the whole way. "Goten! Goten! Look! I can fly now!"
Goten jumped from his bed room window, meeting his friend before the boy would reach the door. "All right! Now we can go see Trunks more often! C'mon, let's go tell Otousan and Okassan!"
The two little boys raced into the small house screaming for the elder couple as they ran, their little voices carrying out into the yard. Videl hid a smile, Kurt was so happy and she was so proud of him! They reemerged moments later, all four taking off and Kurt yelling out, "Let's play, Okassan! You're it!"
That was how Gohan found them, a couple hours later. Chasing each other around the yard and screaming at the top of their lungs. The Demi Saiya-Jin laughed and joined in, promptly getting tagged by his errant wife. The sun had begun to set when they stopped playing, breathing hard, but happy. Chichi had left supper in the oven and now they lugged it all outside and had a picnic on the front lawn. "I never ever wanna leave, Otousan," Kurt breathed, snuggling into Gohan's side. Goten yawned and leaned into his own father, nodding slightly.
"I n'ver wan' you ta leave neither. . ." The young Demi Saiya-Jin muttered, voice slurred by sleep.
Videl was leaning on Gohan's other side, gently combing her fingers through Kurt's hair, "You never have to leave, if you don't want," She told him tiredly. "We never want you to leave either."
With a sigh of contentment, the little boy fell fast asleep.
"We have good news!" Gohan grinned at the nine year old mutant. "Videl is pregnant! You're going to have a little brother or sister!"
Kurt gave a small cheer. "Now I can be like you to Goten!"
Gohan chuckled and nodded, "Now I'm going to have TWO of you annoying pests running around! I'm going to paretically be LIVING outside trying to keep track of you both!"
Kurt laughed happily. Gone was the frightened little boy that never seemed too sure of what he was doing, worried that his new parents were going to keep him. Now he was happy, well adjusted, and far more trusting of others. No longer was he frighted of how others viewed him, but how his friends saw him. He had grown considerably in power, rivaling that of Krillian, or maybe Juuhachigou. He was hyper and had more friends. But he, Goten, and Trunks still remained the best of friends. Rarely did you see one of them without the others close behind.
Three worse mischief makers Gohan had never met! they were going to give him, his mother, and Bluma grey hair. Videl seemed to laugh it off much better than they did, as did Goku. Vegita. . .well, he was just Vegita. "You can't catch me!" Gohan head Goten shout to Trunks outside. He smirked, "It seems as though the hellions are here. Go play, Kurt."
"Bye, Otousan!" Kurt waved heading out the door, but not to play.
"You guys! Guess what Gohan told me. . ." Was the last shout Gohan heard before the trio were out of hearing distance for anything that wasn't food or an earth threatening danger.
Gohan smiled at his wife and the two sat back. "Well, at least he's not upset!"
"He might be when the kid's actually born and crying at two in the morning," Gohan pointed out dryly.
"He can live with Goten, then," Videl snorted. "It's not as though he doesn't live there half the time anyway!"
Gohan nodded and chuckled, "Too true."
A few more years had passed in peaceful bliss, Kurt was now twelve, in seventh grade, and gave a new meaning to the word hellion. He had passed into a few slightly depressed cycles, but Gohan and Videl were always there to help. They never lasted long, and Pan, now four, made sure of that. Until it happened.
There was a knock at the door on day while Kurt was babysitting his younger sister. Goten was there so Kurt answered. Three burly men and a dark haired woman stood in the doorway. "Kurt Wagner?"
"Son." Kurt corrected.
"Not anymore. We've been told of abuse here to you and you're out of his custody." The woman grabbed his arm.
"Let go! He doesn't hurt me, but you are!" Kurt wrenched his arm from her grasp, slammed the door, and ran back into the living room.
"Someone's trying to take me away, Goten!" Kurt yelled, eyes wide in panic. "What should I do?"
Goten's eyes were the size of dinner plates. He had probably heard the whole conversation at the door. "Call Trunks and Bulma!" He shouted, dragging him to the phone. I'll flare my ki and call Otousan."
"Right. Give me Pan. She won't like the warning. She's sensitive to that." Kurt took his little sister and dialed the phone to Bulma's, explaining the situation to a rather irate Vegita. When he heard of it, however, he was livid.
"We're on our way, brat of Kakrotto's brat." It was a nickname for the boy that made him seriously wonder about Vegita's sanity, but made him useful if nothing more. Actually, Vegita had become far more affectionate with the arrival of Bura, Trunks's younger sister, who was about Pan's age.
Goku and Chichi had shown up by this point and Gohan and Videl had call to tell them they had felt the ki flare and were on their way home. It didn't take long for them to arrive, and when they did, they were immediately attacked by the social workers.
Gohan and Videl grabbed the two into a protective embrace, Kurt clinging to Gohan like a limpet. Fear shone on his face as the social workers neared him, grabbing his arm. "Otousan?" He begged, trying not to slip.
Gohan looked at the men, then glared at the woman. "This isn't over yet!" He screamed as they pulled Kurt from his grasp. "I will fight for him to the last!"
Then Kurt had been pulled away completely, shoved into the car and was heading away from the only family he'd ever known. He screamed, trying to get away, trying to get to them. Tears streamed down everyone's faces and Gohan, a look of determination on his features, glanced at Bulma. "We WILL get him back."
Bulma nodded and they headed towards the house. This was not going unpunished.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T GO AFTER HIM?!" Bulma screamed, "IT WAS SOCIAL SERVICES THAT TOOK HIM FROM HIS FAMILY!"
The woman on the phone was stupid and blundering. But she was truthful. And that left only one option. Kurt was kidnaped. Gohan growled and sent out his senses yet again, trying to track the boy. But he still couldn't reach him. Something was blocking his ki from detection. Well, he WOULD find his son. And he WOULD get him back. He and Videl. Failure was not an option.
Kurt paced around the room. He had been taken back to his "Home Country" of Germany, a place he barely remembered and to a language he could hardly speak. Luckily for him, Gohan had been in the process of teaching him his native language. . .No, he couldn't think of Gohan now. He wouldn't. Couldn't. It hurt too much. He had seen the look on Gohan's face, and he knew the fight was far from over. He also know, deep inside, that by law Gohan HAD to turn him over, but that didn't make it any easier. He still betrayed. At least he had a locket with their pictures in it. It was a holographic locket, Bulma had made for him. A family picture, a picture of the whole gang, one of him and Goten and Trunks, one of his family, and one of just him and Gohan and Videl before Pan was born. He already missed them.
"I'll find you again, I'll get back," He vowed. "Some how. Some day."
He was fifteen now, and he had never forgotten his promise. But there seemed to be no way to return. Gohan seemed to have forgotten about him, he had never heard from his Otousan, not since he was taken. Of course, they probably wouldn't tell Gohan how to find Kurt, but he wished they would. He still desperately wanted to go home. He sighed.
"Kurt?" His foster mother knocked on the door. "We're worried about you. You never talk to us."
He growled. He was polite to them, as nice as he could be to the people that took him from his parents, though it wasn't entirely their fault. But it was easy to blame them. He used his new found ability, the ability to teleport, and left the room to greet her.
He had discovered it just a year ago, after a dream about Gohan, Videl, and Pan. A bad dream, that they never wanted him back. He had panicked and tried to get home, only to discover himself nearly two miles from his foster parents’s house and shivering in the rain. He called it bamfing and had begin to experiment. He couldn't fly anymore, really, not for long, but he still had a limited use of his ki.
"Hello Mama." He greeted. They had begged him to call them his parents. He only did it around them.
"Kurt, your papa and I have discovered a school in America for people like you! They teach mutants to use their powers properly. We're going to send you there! Isn't it wonderful? Now you don't have to listen to people put you down or--"
"I didn't before," He muttered to himself. "Hai, Mama. It sounds great." He wasn't particularly convinced that it was best. Ever since he had left, the taunts were worse. There was no Goten or Trunks to help at school, no Gohan or Videl to give him a shoulder to cry on, no Pan or Bura to cheer him up, and no Vegita to offer to kill them. He sighed, glancing around his room. His foster mother had sent him to pack. He left on the morrow.
(A/N) Okay, this one jumps a bit, but it's a filler chapter. Sorry about that. I hope you liked it, I'm excited for the next chapter. This one is a littel sad, but Gohan wouldn't have sent him to the Institute and I need him there for plot purposes. I've been planning this for a long long time.
Review, Please!
Lady Foeseeker
Part 12
Winged Demon
Disclaimer: Oh, please. If I owned, I actaully have time to write!
ENJOY!
Kurt watched in awe as Gohan lifted form the ground using his ki. It never failed to amaze the mutant that such a thing was possible using the same energy that fell from his hands in destructive blasts. "I can do that?" The eight year old asked, sounding uncertain, "You're sure?"
"Of course, Kurt," Gohan chuckled. "You know how to access your ki so now you need to do so..."
Kurt got caught up in the man's lulling voice, his eyes sliding shut in their typical meditative state as he brought his ki around him and began to expand it. The soothing voice continued its patterns as he breathed in and out, falling into a familiar rhythm. He had practiced it every night until he could do it without thought, as he did now. His body reacted to Gohan's vice, following the commands of what to do with the energy surrounding his body. Slowly he used it to push himself into the air.
"Open your eyes." Gohan commanded gently, ready to catch his son if something went wrong.
Kurt's eyes flickered open and he gasped. He wasn't very high, maybe two or three feet from the earth, but even that was something he'd never experienced before. When his even breath caught in his throat, his ki wavered and he began to sink towards the earth. Slowly, fortunately for him, but he was still disappointed.
"It takes practice," Gohan told him gently, "but you're doing very well for someone your age and with the amount of time you had to practice. Most of us have had years of practice with our ki and we knew about it long before we began to use it ourselves."
Kurt made a face, "That's not helpful."
Gohan shrugged. "I never claimed to be helpful," He pointed out, "just logical."
Kurt couldn't resist sticking out his tongue.
Gohan chuckled, "Let's try it again. You only get better with practice. I don't want you practicing without someone that can fly right now, you might fall and get hurt, okay?"
Kurt grinned and nodded happily. He sometimes had a hard time believing that people cared about him, even now, months after they had proved it to be so. Gohan told him to try it again and the boy slowly rose into the air once more, further this time, before losing his concentration and falling back to earth. Gohan had to catch him that time, as gravity intervened, and he smiled at the boy, "I think you're tired. We'll do it again tomorrow. Let's go in for dinner and then to bed."
"Okay, Otousan," Kurt yawned, snuggling into Gohan's chest. The two slowly walked home, only to see Videl standing in the door way, watching them with a smile.
"You two are so cute," She laughed. "I got a picture of that. Wake Kurt up, it's time for dinner. Then I think he needs to sleep."
The young mutant was so peaceful that Gohan hated to wake him, but the boy needed to eat. Skipping meals was bad for him, even more than others, because the use of one's ki made the metabolism skyrocket and the user very hungry. One of the reasons Saiya-Jins guard their food so jealously.
Kurt tiredly ate his supper, then crawled in on the couch and fell fast asleep. Gohan smiled again, carrying him up the stairs to his room, Videl following him. The two changed him and tucked him in, kissing him gently on the forehead and tuning out the light.
"I did it, Okassan!" Kurt squealed, zipping through the air around Videl's head, "I've got it! And I'm not drop dead tired!"
Videl swooped upwards, grabbing the mutant and spinning him around with a cheer, "Good job, Kurt! I can't wait until Gohan gets home and we can tell him. But for now, why don't we get Goten and Ojisan and play tag in the air? Obasan can play too. Quick, let's go!"
Kurt whooped and raced to get one of his best friends, and his grandparents, laughing the whole way. "Goten! Goten! Look! I can fly now!"
Goten jumped from his bed room window, meeting his friend before the boy would reach the door. "All right! Now we can go see Trunks more often! C'mon, let's go tell Otousan and Okassan!"
The two little boys raced into the small house screaming for the elder couple as they ran, their little voices carrying out into the yard. Videl hid a smile, Kurt was so happy and she was so proud of him! They reemerged moments later, all four taking off and Kurt yelling out, "Let's play, Okassan! You're it!"
That was how Gohan found them, a couple hours later. Chasing each other around the yard and screaming at the top of their lungs. The Demi Saiya-Jin laughed and joined in, promptly getting tagged by his errant wife. The sun had begun to set when they stopped playing, breathing hard, but happy. Chichi had left supper in the oven and now they lugged it all outside and had a picnic on the front lawn. "I never ever wanna leave, Otousan," Kurt breathed, snuggling into Gohan's side. Goten yawned and leaned into his own father, nodding slightly.
"I n'ver wan' you ta leave neither. . ." The young Demi Saiya-Jin muttered, voice slurred by sleep.
Videl was leaning on Gohan's other side, gently combing her fingers through Kurt's hair, "You never have to leave, if you don't want," She told him tiredly. "We never want you to leave either."
With a sigh of contentment, the little boy fell fast asleep.
"We have good news!" Gohan grinned at the nine year old mutant. "Videl is pregnant! You're going to have a little brother or sister!"
Kurt gave a small cheer. "Now I can be like you to Goten!"
Gohan chuckled and nodded, "Now I'm going to have TWO of you annoying pests running around! I'm going to paretically be LIVING outside trying to keep track of you both!"
Kurt laughed happily. Gone was the frightened little boy that never seemed too sure of what he was doing, worried that his new parents were going to keep him. Now he was happy, well adjusted, and far more trusting of others. No longer was he frighted of how others viewed him, but how his friends saw him. He had grown considerably in power, rivaling that of Krillian, or maybe Juuhachigou. He was hyper and had more friends. But he, Goten, and Trunks still remained the best of friends. Rarely did you see one of them without the others close behind.
Three worse mischief makers Gohan had never met! they were going to give him, his mother, and Bluma grey hair. Videl seemed to laugh it off much better than they did, as did Goku. Vegita. . .well, he was just Vegita. "You can't catch me!" Gohan head Goten shout to Trunks outside. He smirked, "It seems as though the hellions are here. Go play, Kurt."
"Bye, Otousan!" Kurt waved heading out the door, but not to play.
"You guys! Guess what Gohan told me. . ." Was the last shout Gohan heard before the trio were out of hearing distance for anything that wasn't food or an earth threatening danger.
Gohan smiled at his wife and the two sat back. "Well, at least he's not upset!"
"He might be when the kid's actually born and crying at two in the morning," Gohan pointed out dryly.
"He can live with Goten, then," Videl snorted. "It's not as though he doesn't live there half the time anyway!"
Gohan nodded and chuckled, "Too true."
A few more years had passed in peaceful bliss, Kurt was now twelve, in seventh grade, and gave a new meaning to the word hellion. He had passed into a few slightly depressed cycles, but Gohan and Videl were always there to help. They never lasted long, and Pan, now four, made sure of that. Until it happened.
There was a knock at the door on day while Kurt was babysitting his younger sister. Goten was there so Kurt answered. Three burly men and a dark haired woman stood in the doorway. "Kurt Wagner?"
"Son." Kurt corrected.
"Not anymore. We've been told of abuse here to you and you're out of his custody." The woman grabbed his arm.
"Let go! He doesn't hurt me, but you are!" Kurt wrenched his arm from her grasp, slammed the door, and ran back into the living room.
"Someone's trying to take me away, Goten!" Kurt yelled, eyes wide in panic. "What should I do?"
Goten's eyes were the size of dinner plates. He had probably heard the whole conversation at the door. "Call Trunks and Bulma!" He shouted, dragging him to the phone. I'll flare my ki and call Otousan."
"Right. Give me Pan. She won't like the warning. She's sensitive to that." Kurt took his little sister and dialed the phone to Bulma's, explaining the situation to a rather irate Vegita. When he heard of it, however, he was livid.
"We're on our way, brat of Kakrotto's brat." It was a nickname for the boy that made him seriously wonder about Vegita's sanity, but made him useful if nothing more. Actually, Vegita had become far more affectionate with the arrival of Bura, Trunks's younger sister, who was about Pan's age.
Goku and Chichi had shown up by this point and Gohan and Videl had call to tell them they had felt the ki flare and were on their way home. It didn't take long for them to arrive, and when they did, they were immediately attacked by the social workers.
Gohan and Videl grabbed the two into a protective embrace, Kurt clinging to Gohan like a limpet. Fear shone on his face as the social workers neared him, grabbing his arm. "Otousan?" He begged, trying not to slip.
Gohan looked at the men, then glared at the woman. "This isn't over yet!" He screamed as they pulled Kurt from his grasp. "I will fight for him to the last!"
Then Kurt had been pulled away completely, shoved into the car and was heading away from the only family he'd ever known. He screamed, trying to get away, trying to get to them. Tears streamed down everyone's faces and Gohan, a look of determination on his features, glanced at Bulma. "We WILL get him back."
Bulma nodded and they headed towards the house. This was not going unpunished.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DIDN'T GO AFTER HIM?!" Bulma screamed, "IT WAS SOCIAL SERVICES THAT TOOK HIM FROM HIS FAMILY!"
The woman on the phone was stupid and blundering. But she was truthful. And that left only one option. Kurt was kidnaped. Gohan growled and sent out his senses yet again, trying to track the boy. But he still couldn't reach him. Something was blocking his ki from detection. Well, he WOULD find his son. And he WOULD get him back. He and Videl. Failure was not an option.
Kurt paced around the room. He had been taken back to his "Home Country" of Germany, a place he barely remembered and to a language he could hardly speak. Luckily for him, Gohan had been in the process of teaching him his native language. . .No, he couldn't think of Gohan now. He wouldn't. Couldn't. It hurt too much. He had seen the look on Gohan's face, and he knew the fight was far from over. He also know, deep inside, that by law Gohan HAD to turn him over, but that didn't make it any easier. He still betrayed. At least he had a locket with their pictures in it. It was a holographic locket, Bulma had made for him. A family picture, a picture of the whole gang, one of him and Goten and Trunks, one of his family, and one of just him and Gohan and Videl before Pan was born. He already missed them.
"I'll find you again, I'll get back," He vowed. "Some how. Some day."
He was fifteen now, and he had never forgotten his promise. But there seemed to be no way to return. Gohan seemed to have forgotten about him, he had never heard from his Otousan, not since he was taken. Of course, they probably wouldn't tell Gohan how to find Kurt, but he wished they would. He still desperately wanted to go home. He sighed.
"Kurt?" His foster mother knocked on the door. "We're worried about you. You never talk to us."
He growled. He was polite to them, as nice as he could be to the people that took him from his parents, though it wasn't entirely their fault. But it was easy to blame them. He used his new found ability, the ability to teleport, and left the room to greet her.
He had discovered it just a year ago, after a dream about Gohan, Videl, and Pan. A bad dream, that they never wanted him back. He had panicked and tried to get home, only to discover himself nearly two miles from his foster parents’s house and shivering in the rain. He called it bamfing and had begin to experiment. He couldn't fly anymore, really, not for long, but he still had a limited use of his ki.
"Hello Mama." He greeted. They had begged him to call them his parents. He only did it around them.
"Kurt, your papa and I have discovered a school in America for people like you! They teach mutants to use their powers properly. We're going to send you there! Isn't it wonderful? Now you don't have to listen to people put you down or--"
"I didn't before," He muttered to himself. "Hai, Mama. It sounds great." He wasn't particularly convinced that it was best. Ever since he had left, the taunts were worse. There was no Goten or Trunks to help at school, no Gohan or Videl to give him a shoulder to cry on, no Pan or Bura to cheer him up, and no Vegita to offer to kill them. He sighed, glancing around his room. His foster mother had sent him to pack. He left on the morrow.
(A/N) Okay, this one jumps a bit, but it's a filler chapter. Sorry about that. I hope you liked it, I'm excited for the next chapter. This one is a littel sad, but Gohan wouldn't have sent him to the Institute and I need him there for plot purposes. I've been planning this for a long long time.
Review, Please!
Lady Foeseeker