Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction ❯ Where Angels Fear to Tread ❯ Fearless ( Chapter 4 )
[ P - Pre-Teen ]
By: Lady Foeseeker 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 08.26.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 391 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction / Fan Fiction | Genre(s): | Type: Crossover | Uploaded On: 08.26.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 3.2K | Visits: 391 | Status: Work In Progress
Where Angels Fear to Tread
Part 4
Fearless
Disclaimer: Do you really think I own? What color is the sky in YOUR world today?
I've been asked about Rouge, so I'll tell you something...and I don't give much away! Rouge will be in here eventually, but it will take a very long time. Don't look for her anytime soon. Mystique will also make an appearance, but no one will know who she is, really.
And the ages: Gohan and Videl are 19, Goten is 8, Trunks is 9, and Kurt is 7. Everyone else, you can decide on your own since I don't know their ages. All the Saiya-Jins but Goten and Trunks do have their tails (theirs will return, just cuz I like them).
ENJOY!!!
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Kurt raced outside at the end of the day with Trunks and Goten, talking happily to them. It was warm and he didn't need a coat, he was going to start training today, and Gohan had the day off so he, Videl, and Gohan were going to the mall to get him some clothes and stuff. The boy grinned, looking for Gohan in the mess of students. He spotted the black haired demi Saiya-Jin in the same place he had been standing the day before and rushed towards him.
"Tousan! Tousan! C'mon! Where's Kassan? Can we go now? What about Trunks and Goten? Where are they going?" Kurt collided with Gohan in his excitement.
"Slow down there, Kurt! What about Trunks and Goten? And Videl's right here." Gohan was happy to see that Kurt was no longer worried over the incident that had taken place the night before.
"How are they getting to Bulma's? We don't have to take them, do we?" Kurt jumped from foot to foot anxious to go.
"No, we don't. They know how to get there and Bulma was picking them up." Gohan held up a hand as Videl clung to the post she was standing by, giggling helplessly. Gohan made a face at his mate, but didn't say anything to her. She had probably gone off the deep end and was officially now a few cards short of a deck. It was best not to comment.
Kurt, however, had yet to learn the art of tact. "What's so funny, Kassan?" He tugged her shirtsleeve.
"It's noth-hahahaha-nothing, Kurt...hahaha!" The woman managed to get out between gasps for air and bouts of laughter. Kurt shook his head and tugged at Gohan's arm.
"Come on, Tousan, Kassan, I want to go! You said we could see the town today!" Kurt gave an impatient tug on Gohan's arm.
"I know, I know. We're going! Just give Videl a moment to stop laughing and catch her breath." Gohan smiled at the boy.
Kurt made a face and protested, "But that'll take all day!"
"No, I'm ready." Videl got control of her self and stood up, no longer needing the pole for support. The trio raced from the school grounds, Kurt in the lead.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Satan City was huge! There was no other way for Kurt to describe the place. Towers rose up towards the sky no matter which direction the small boy turned. People bustled along the streets talking loudly. Gohan, appearing rather perturbed by all the noise had contented himself by walking slightly back from Videl and Kurt, having never liked the city much.
Videl wasn't too disturbed by all the bustle, living in the city most of her life and Kurt was glad for that. He didn't like crowds, they had a tendency to panic while he was around one, and was as close to Videl as he could get without tripping her up. She wasn't quite as tall or reassuring as Gohan, but she was better then what he was used to. Videl, noticing his obvious discomfort stopped to wait for Gohan to catch up, handing Kurt off to him.
Gohan blinked once in surprise and lifted Kurt effortlessly off the ground. From the relative safety of Gohan's arms, Kurt now had a better view of the town and used Gohan's height to his advantage. He could now see the tops of the gleaming skyscrapers without having to worry about getting lost.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Kurt soon decided that the city was nothing compared to the mall. There seemed to be four times as many people wandering around, though few seemed to notice him long enough to shout and even when they did, the other shoppers passed them off a lunatics.
Gohan appeared a tad more comfortable, to Kurt's surprise. He seemed to have relaxed even in the large crowd. Videl, calmly making her way to a department store was now the uncomfortable one. She'd just slammed right into Erasa.
Erasa, finding the whole thing amusing, had fallen to the floor laughing while Sharpner, Videl, and Gohan all looked on in confusion. "It's not THAT funny Erasa." Sharpner pointed out, though what he was talking about was still a mystery to Gohan, Videl, and Kurt.
"Yes, it is." She snickered. "I TOLD you we'd run into them today. Didn't I tell you?"
"I didn't think you meant literally." Sharpner groaned. "Calm down. They all think you've lost it."
"We already knew that." Gohan pointed out as Kurt tugged his sleeve. He looked down, saw Kurt, and promptly slapped his forehead. "This is our son, Kurt, by the way. You haven't met him yet, have you?"
"No, not yet." Sharpner thought a moment, but didn't glance at the boy. "For the project?" At Gohan's nod, he continued, "Well, we got a daughter. This is Midori. She's one."
"Kurt's seven." Videl smiled. "She's cute." Erasa let out a shriek.
"There's a demon with you!" She jumped back, then paused. "Isn't it?"
Gohan blinked at her...brain lapse...then shook his head. "No. This is Kurt."
"Oh! He's a boy! Well, never mind then. Aren't you the cute one?" She pinched his cheek.
"Ow! Hey! Cut it out!" Kurt rubbed his face. "Geeze."
"Don't mind her." Sharpner was a little nervous around the demon-like child, but hide it pretty well. "She always does that."
"I see." Kurt was still rubbing his injured cheek. "That hurt!"
"Sorry kid. So, what brings you to the mall?" Erasa switched topics before Gohan could blink.
"We needed stuff for the apartment and Kurt needs some cloths and things." Videl raised an eyebrow. "What about you?"
"Same. We figured we'd go ahead and start buying some new thinga we'd need for after this project and stuff. Same old. And, Midori needs some stuff too. They didn't send to much with them."
"They're ours. What do you expect?" Gohan rolled his eyes. "We have to take care of them."
"I am here, you know." Kurt pointed out shortly. "Thanks for remembering."
"Sorry, kiddo, but us old folks tend to forget things." Gohan teased with a grin.
"Oh? And what's your excuse?" Kurt smirked. Sharpner laughed at the two and they all started to walk toward the store. Once inside, however, they had to split up to go their separate ways, the Son's to the clothing department, the other's to the home items. Erasa had caught another dishtowel on fire. The Sons, deciding they would rather not know how she managed that one, opted not to ask.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"Aren't you going to pick anything out?" Gohan asked Kurt as he looked in awe a the clothing around him.
"Am I allowed? They always picked my clothes out for me, at the Home. Is it okay?" His eyes grew wide. To have a say in what he wore? It was almost unimaginable!
"Of course it's okay. We'll help, but if you don't like what we pick out, you need only say so. Unless it's Videl and dress clothing. She insists men are all color blind and refuses us to shop in that section without her." Gohan was rewarded by a giggle at his statement and paused at a rack. Grinning, he chose a neon yellow shirt and held it up to Kurt.
Videl, flinching at the color, shook her head. "No. Not his color. If you buy that, Gohan, I will hurt you. And you will get no food for a year."
"You wouldn't!" Gohan looked horrified and Kurt laughed harder.
"Want to bet?"
"No. I'll lose."
"That's right. Go away."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Children, children!" Kurt broke in, still snickering. "Sorry, Tousan, but Kassan is right. That really isn't my color."
Gohan pretended to pout for a moment and the trio began to laugh. "Well, if that's not your color, you'd better find something that is! If I have to pick out your clothes..."
"I'd rather go around naked." Kurt broke in, then began to look for new clothes on his own.
"You know, I think he'll be all right. Now that he knows we won't judge him by his looks, I think he's beginning to fit in." Gohan smiled softly.
"He needed someone to look past that." Videl admitted. "But no one would."
"Except us. But we've seen so many oddities that, well, I think it doesn't matter to us anymore." Gohan agreed.
"Oddities, Gohan? Your first sensei was seven feet tall (210 cm) and green. You call that an oddity?"
"What would you call it? It seems pretty normal when you compare it to the rest of my life."
"Good point."
"I know."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
It was growing late when they left the mall. The three wanted to walk home, show Kurt the city, and get something to eat. The boy was, for the first time in his life, happy to be part of a group. The Sons didn't look at him and see a demon, they saw a little boy who needed unconditional love and attention and were prepared to give it to him, because they could. It may be part of a class, but no one can kill hope and some tiny part of Kurt thought that they might keep him when this was over. He tried to ignore the thought, but he couldn't help but have it.
Videl was now carrying the tired boy, his head nestled in the crook of her neck, tail curled lightly around her arm. He was blinking, not quite awake but not asleep yet either, as dusk settled over the city. It was time to head home. Kurt sighed. They turned down an ally and were walking to the next street when someone jumped in front of Videl. She gave a small squeak of surprise as the man pointed a gun right at Kurt.
Gohan turned at Videl's squeak, his sensitive hearing picking up the soft sound. "Videl?"
"Don't move or I'll shot them both. Give me your money and all your valuables. Nice and slow. No fast moves." The man growled.
"Put down the gun. Threatening innocent children, for shame." Gohan snarled. His eyes flashed a dangerous turquoise.
"Tousan, you're not going to let him shoot me are you?" Kurt gulped when neither made any move to follow the man's orders.
"He will not harm you, my son. I swear." Gohan said softly.
The man laughed. I warned you. His finger moved and the gun fired. ~ He promised! ~ Kurt thought, waiting for pain. ~ He promised me! ~ His eyes were squeezed shut and he was shaking. Several moment passed and he felt nothing. Slowly he opened his eyes. Gohan stood before him, hand out stretched.
"How dare you try to harm my SON!" Gohan roared and leapt at the man, swinging his leg around in a violent kick. The man flew back and slammed into a building. Gohan's eyes were dark with rage, hatred darkening his features. Kurt shivered at the image before him.
::Gohan, stop! Your terrifying Kurt!:: Videl shouted through their bond.
He turned around, his face still contorted in anger, but held his arms out for the boy. Kurt shook his head and tried to pull away, but Videl handed him to Gohan anyway. "I will not hurt you." Gohan said softly, his face turning into an emotionless mask. "You should know I won't harm you."
"Your scaring me." Kurt whimpered.
"I'm sorry. I lost my temper when he tried to hurt you two. My weakness is my family. Fortunately they are also my strength." Gohan hugged him.
"I'm sorry I got scared, Tousan."
"Don't be. I would have reacted in the same manner as you did. There is no reason to be ashamed of doing what you did." He kissed the top of his son's head and they continued down the alley towards the brilliantly lit street.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
When he thought about it later, Kurt had to wonder what Gohan had done to stop the bullet from hitting him from the start. The only clue the boy had was Gohan's outstretched hand, but that couldn't be...Gohan couldn't catch bullets like Saiyaman, right? That was just impossible. Perhaps he would get the answers Saturday at the party that Gohan was going to.
It was a shame that Gohan has already thought of that. He had requested the group of not flying or showing off any of their strength. Kurt may be trustworthy, but he was only seven and he was only going to be there for a small portion of the year. No sense in inviting trouble where it could be avoided.
It was early, therefore, when the trio left for Gohan's house in the mountains. There were several things he and Videl needed to get from their actual house (Chichi was taking care of the dusting and cleaning while the project was going on) and this would be the perfect opportunity to do so.
Bulma, Vegita, and Trunks were there by the time they arrived, so Goten, Trunks, and Kurt rushed off to play, leaving the adults to talk by themselves. Goku, Vegita (who was none to pleased that he couldn't spar with Kakarotto and his first brat), and Gohan to talk.
Krillian arrived a little later accompanied with Marron, Juuhachigou, and Muten Roshi, much to the women's displeasure. When asked why Roshi was there, Krillian had shrugged and told them that their guess was better than his. Yamcha and Puar were the next to arrive, and even Piccolo made a short appearnce. He stayed for hardly an hour before leaving. The children didn't even have a chance to see him. (which is what he wanted. Piccolo was afraid of how the brat Gohan had taken on for the project would react.)
Then, it was time to eat. All the Saiya-Jins, demi or not, were held off with the frying pans of doom, death, and terror. Chichi's, Bulma's, and Videl's, respectively. Once the humans were served, the frying pans were put slowly away. The signal. There was a roar, accompanied by high winds, and all the Saiya-Jins and demi Saiya-Jins dug in.
"Did you start it?" Chichi asked Bulma, leaning over her plate.
"Yup. I think it'll be a new record." Bulma grinned.
"Oh! Let me see!" Videl leaned closer and all three bent over a slightly battered stopwatch.
"You have it? Why didn't you tell us?" Juuhachigou demanded, also leaning towards them.
"No chance. Are they still eating?"
"Yup."
"How are we on food?"
"Quick! It's gone! It's gone!"
"Five minutes, sixteen seconds, thirty one hundredths of a second."
"That's not too bad. Two seconds faster then last time."
"YEOWCH!" That was Goku, holding his now hurt hand.
Chichi smirked and brandished her fork (made of the same thing her indestructible frying pan was) and said shortly, "Next time you go for MY food, I'll stab you somewhere worse than your hand!"
"But I'm hungry, Chi-chan!" Goku whined, trying to sound pathetic.
"Son-Kun, your ALWAYS hungry." Bulma pointed out as Juuhachigou snickered.
"Yeah, well...that's beside the point!" Goku protested. The women rolled their eyes and Juuhachigou kicked him away from the table.
"Go away. We have some girl chat." She snapped, and turned back to the others, grinning.
"I wish I could still do that." Chichi gave a wistful sigh. "Oh well. I have the frying pan! Mwahahaha!" The others nodded in agreement while the men slowly backed away think a cult had been formed.
~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~ ~~*~~
"Hey, Kurt! Have you started training yet?" Goten asked the mutant with a grin.
"Yeah, but I'm not very good yet. I only started the day before yesterday." Kurt grinned.
"That's all right. We can spar when you get better. Maybe next time we have one of these get togethers." Goten was the forever optimist. "It'll be great!"
"Sure. Just so long as I can keep away the bullies at school." Kurt gave a tiny smile.
"We'll help till you get good enough to do it on your own." Trunks finally joined into the conversation.
"Thanks you guys." Kurt smiled.
"Hey, the adults are calling us." Goten tipped his head to the side. "And Kassan doesn't sound very happy."
"That's never a good thing. Let's go." Trunks, Goten, and Kurt all ran back to the adults.
"It's time to go." Bulma told Trunks, pulling out her aircar. "Get in."
"Bye, Trunks!" Goten and Kurt yelled, waving.
"Oh, I keep meaning to ask, but Kurt, where are you from, originally? You have a small touch of an accent that doesn't sound quite like your from around here." Bulma asked him with a thoughtful look.
"Germany. I thought I lost it."
"You tend to pick up on things like that when your the owner of a place like Capsule Corps. Don't worry about it. But how did you get here?"
"I helped a circus for awhile, and they stopped here, so I ran away. I was in...the freak show...and so here I am."
"Oh. Well...how old were you?"
"Three." He blushed as Bulma's face took on an indignant look. Before she could fire off her temper, Vegita drug her to the aircar.
"No is not the time to talk about that." Vegita snapped at her.
"Of course it is!" Bulma began.
"He doesn't like to talk about it. Let it alone. If he wants to talk, he'll do it on his own time, and to someone else. I have a feeling that Kakarotto's first brat will have a lot of problems on his hands."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
(A/N) I'm stopping here, I suppose. I was going to stop a lot earlier, and I decided not to. ^__^ I was going to be evil. Y'all better thank me. I love reviews, flames are welcome (used for s'mores)
On last thing, I start school soon so chapters will take may take a little longer getting out to all my stories. I'm sorry about it, but I'm going to be a junior and I need to get a lot of my priorities straight this year. I can't afford to do what I did last year and start slacking. My grades have to come first. I'm sorry if your disappointed, and I have a lot of things I have to do, but this is one of my priorities, so I will try to update something at least once a week. Thaks for your understanding. I hope y'all aren't too mad about it.
Later!
~*~ Lady Foeseeker ~*~
Part 4
Fearless
Disclaimer: Do you really think I own? What color is the sky in YOUR world today?
I've been asked about Rouge, so I'll tell you something...and I don't give much away! Rouge will be in here eventually, but it will take a very long time. Don't look for her anytime soon. Mystique will also make an appearance, but no one will know who she is, really.
And the ages: Gohan and Videl are 19, Goten is 8, Trunks is 9, and Kurt is 7. Everyone else, you can decide on your own since I don't know their ages. All the Saiya-Jins but Goten and Trunks do have their tails (theirs will return, just cuz I like them).
ENJOY!!!
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Kurt raced outside at the end of the day with Trunks and Goten, talking happily to them. It was warm and he didn't need a coat, he was going to start training today, and Gohan had the day off so he, Videl, and Gohan were going to the mall to get him some clothes and stuff. The boy grinned, looking for Gohan in the mess of students. He spotted the black haired demi Saiya-Jin in the same place he had been standing the day before and rushed towards him.
"Tousan! Tousan! C'mon! Where's Kassan? Can we go now? What about Trunks and Goten? Where are they going?" Kurt collided with Gohan in his excitement.
"Slow down there, Kurt! What about Trunks and Goten? And Videl's right here." Gohan was happy to see that Kurt was no longer worried over the incident that had taken place the night before.
"How are they getting to Bulma's? We don't have to take them, do we?" Kurt jumped from foot to foot anxious to go.
"No, we don't. They know how to get there and Bulma was picking them up." Gohan held up a hand as Videl clung to the post she was standing by, giggling helplessly. Gohan made a face at his mate, but didn't say anything to her. She had probably gone off the deep end and was officially now a few cards short of a deck. It was best not to comment.
Kurt, however, had yet to learn the art of tact. "What's so funny, Kassan?" He tugged her shirtsleeve.
"It's noth-hahahaha-nothing, Kurt...hahaha!" The woman managed to get out between gasps for air and bouts of laughter. Kurt shook his head and tugged at Gohan's arm.
"Come on, Tousan, Kassan, I want to go! You said we could see the town today!" Kurt gave an impatient tug on Gohan's arm.
"I know, I know. We're going! Just give Videl a moment to stop laughing and catch her breath." Gohan smiled at the boy.
Kurt made a face and protested, "But that'll take all day!"
"No, I'm ready." Videl got control of her self and stood up, no longer needing the pole for support. The trio raced from the school grounds, Kurt in the lead.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Satan City was huge! There was no other way for Kurt to describe the place. Towers rose up towards the sky no matter which direction the small boy turned. People bustled along the streets talking loudly. Gohan, appearing rather perturbed by all the noise had contented himself by walking slightly back from Videl and Kurt, having never liked the city much.
Videl wasn't too disturbed by all the bustle, living in the city most of her life and Kurt was glad for that. He didn't like crowds, they had a tendency to panic while he was around one, and was as close to Videl as he could get without tripping her up. She wasn't quite as tall or reassuring as Gohan, but she was better then what he was used to. Videl, noticing his obvious discomfort stopped to wait for Gohan to catch up, handing Kurt off to him.
Gohan blinked once in surprise and lifted Kurt effortlessly off the ground. From the relative safety of Gohan's arms, Kurt now had a better view of the town and used Gohan's height to his advantage. He could now see the tops of the gleaming skyscrapers without having to worry about getting lost.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Kurt soon decided that the city was nothing compared to the mall. There seemed to be four times as many people wandering around, though few seemed to notice him long enough to shout and even when they did, the other shoppers passed them off a lunatics.
Gohan appeared a tad more comfortable, to Kurt's surprise. He seemed to have relaxed even in the large crowd. Videl, calmly making her way to a department store was now the uncomfortable one. She'd just slammed right into Erasa.
Erasa, finding the whole thing amusing, had fallen to the floor laughing while Sharpner, Videl, and Gohan all looked on in confusion. "It's not THAT funny Erasa." Sharpner pointed out, though what he was talking about was still a mystery to Gohan, Videl, and Kurt.
"Yes, it is." She snickered. "I TOLD you we'd run into them today. Didn't I tell you?"
"I didn't think you meant literally." Sharpner groaned. "Calm down. They all think you've lost it."
"We already knew that." Gohan pointed out as Kurt tugged his sleeve. He looked down, saw Kurt, and promptly slapped his forehead. "This is our son, Kurt, by the way. You haven't met him yet, have you?"
"No, not yet." Sharpner thought a moment, but didn't glance at the boy. "For the project?" At Gohan's nod, he continued, "Well, we got a daughter. This is Midori. She's one."
"Kurt's seven." Videl smiled. "She's cute." Erasa let out a shriek.
"There's a demon with you!" She jumped back, then paused. "Isn't it?"
Gohan blinked at her...brain lapse...then shook his head. "No. This is Kurt."
"Oh! He's a boy! Well, never mind then. Aren't you the cute one?" She pinched his cheek.
"Ow! Hey! Cut it out!" Kurt rubbed his face. "Geeze."
"Don't mind her." Sharpner was a little nervous around the demon-like child, but hide it pretty well. "She always does that."
"I see." Kurt was still rubbing his injured cheek. "That hurt!"
"Sorry kid. So, what brings you to the mall?" Erasa switched topics before Gohan could blink.
"We needed stuff for the apartment and Kurt needs some cloths and things." Videl raised an eyebrow. "What about you?"
"Same. We figured we'd go ahead and start buying some new thinga we'd need for after this project and stuff. Same old. And, Midori needs some stuff too. They didn't send to much with them."
"They're ours. What do you expect?" Gohan rolled his eyes. "We have to take care of them."
"I am here, you know." Kurt pointed out shortly. "Thanks for remembering."
"Sorry, kiddo, but us old folks tend to forget things." Gohan teased with a grin.
"Oh? And what's your excuse?" Kurt smirked. Sharpner laughed at the two and they all started to walk toward the store. Once inside, however, they had to split up to go their separate ways, the Son's to the clothing department, the other's to the home items. Erasa had caught another dishtowel on fire. The Sons, deciding they would rather not know how she managed that one, opted not to ask.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
"Aren't you going to pick anything out?" Gohan asked Kurt as he looked in awe a the clothing around him.
"Am I allowed? They always picked my clothes out for me, at the Home. Is it okay?" His eyes grew wide. To have a say in what he wore? It was almost unimaginable!
"Of course it's okay. We'll help, but if you don't like what we pick out, you need only say so. Unless it's Videl and dress clothing. She insists men are all color blind and refuses us to shop in that section without her." Gohan was rewarded by a giggle at his statement and paused at a rack. Grinning, he chose a neon yellow shirt and held it up to Kurt.
Videl, flinching at the color, shook her head. "No. Not his color. If you buy that, Gohan, I will hurt you. And you will get no food for a year."
"You wouldn't!" Gohan looked horrified and Kurt laughed harder.
"Want to bet?"
"No. I'll lose."
"That's right. Go away."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Children, children!" Kurt broke in, still snickering. "Sorry, Tousan, but Kassan is right. That really isn't my color."
Gohan pretended to pout for a moment and the trio began to laugh. "Well, if that's not your color, you'd better find something that is! If I have to pick out your clothes..."
"I'd rather go around naked." Kurt broke in, then began to look for new clothes on his own.
"You know, I think he'll be all right. Now that he knows we won't judge him by his looks, I think he's beginning to fit in." Gohan smiled softly.
"He needed someone to look past that." Videl admitted. "But no one would."
"Except us. But we've seen so many oddities that, well, I think it doesn't matter to us anymore." Gohan agreed.
"Oddities, Gohan? Your first sensei was seven feet tall (210 cm) and green. You call that an oddity?"
"What would you call it? It seems pretty normal when you compare it to the rest of my life."
"Good point."
"I know."
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
It was growing late when they left the mall. The three wanted to walk home, show Kurt the city, and get something to eat. The boy was, for the first time in his life, happy to be part of a group. The Sons didn't look at him and see a demon, they saw a little boy who needed unconditional love and attention and were prepared to give it to him, because they could. It may be part of a class, but no one can kill hope and some tiny part of Kurt thought that they might keep him when this was over. He tried to ignore the thought, but he couldn't help but have it.
Videl was now carrying the tired boy, his head nestled in the crook of her neck, tail curled lightly around her arm. He was blinking, not quite awake but not asleep yet either, as dusk settled over the city. It was time to head home. Kurt sighed. They turned down an ally and were walking to the next street when someone jumped in front of Videl. She gave a small squeak of surprise as the man pointed a gun right at Kurt.
Gohan turned at Videl's squeak, his sensitive hearing picking up the soft sound. "Videl?"
"Don't move or I'll shot them both. Give me your money and all your valuables. Nice and slow. No fast moves." The man growled.
"Put down the gun. Threatening innocent children, for shame." Gohan snarled. His eyes flashed a dangerous turquoise.
"Tousan, you're not going to let him shoot me are you?" Kurt gulped when neither made any move to follow the man's orders.
"He will not harm you, my son. I swear." Gohan said softly.
The man laughed. I warned you. His finger moved and the gun fired. ~ He promised! ~ Kurt thought, waiting for pain. ~ He promised me! ~ His eyes were squeezed shut and he was shaking. Several moment passed and he felt nothing. Slowly he opened his eyes. Gohan stood before him, hand out stretched.
"How dare you try to harm my SON!" Gohan roared and leapt at the man, swinging his leg around in a violent kick. The man flew back and slammed into a building. Gohan's eyes were dark with rage, hatred darkening his features. Kurt shivered at the image before him.
::Gohan, stop! Your terrifying Kurt!:: Videl shouted through their bond.
He turned around, his face still contorted in anger, but held his arms out for the boy. Kurt shook his head and tried to pull away, but Videl handed him to Gohan anyway. "I will not hurt you." Gohan said softly, his face turning into an emotionless mask. "You should know I won't harm you."
"Your scaring me." Kurt whimpered.
"I'm sorry. I lost my temper when he tried to hurt you two. My weakness is my family. Fortunately they are also my strength." Gohan hugged him.
"I'm sorry I got scared, Tousan."
"Don't be. I would have reacted in the same manner as you did. There is no reason to be ashamed of doing what you did." He kissed the top of his son's head and they continued down the alley towards the brilliantly lit street.
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When he thought about it later, Kurt had to wonder what Gohan had done to stop the bullet from hitting him from the start. The only clue the boy had was Gohan's outstretched hand, but that couldn't be...Gohan couldn't catch bullets like Saiyaman, right? That was just impossible. Perhaps he would get the answers Saturday at the party that Gohan was going to.
It was a shame that Gohan has already thought of that. He had requested the group of not flying or showing off any of their strength. Kurt may be trustworthy, but he was only seven and he was only going to be there for a small portion of the year. No sense in inviting trouble where it could be avoided.
It was early, therefore, when the trio left for Gohan's house in the mountains. There were several things he and Videl needed to get from their actual house (Chichi was taking care of the dusting and cleaning while the project was going on) and this would be the perfect opportunity to do so.
Bulma, Vegita, and Trunks were there by the time they arrived, so Goten, Trunks, and Kurt rushed off to play, leaving the adults to talk by themselves. Goku, Vegita (who was none to pleased that he couldn't spar with Kakarotto and his first brat), and Gohan to talk.
Krillian arrived a little later accompanied with Marron, Juuhachigou, and Muten Roshi, much to the women's displeasure. When asked why Roshi was there, Krillian had shrugged and told them that their guess was better than his. Yamcha and Puar were the next to arrive, and even Piccolo made a short appearnce. He stayed for hardly an hour before leaving. The children didn't even have a chance to see him. (which is what he wanted. Piccolo was afraid of how the brat Gohan had taken on for the project would react.)
Then, it was time to eat. All the Saiya-Jins, demi or not, were held off with the frying pans of doom, death, and terror. Chichi's, Bulma's, and Videl's, respectively. Once the humans were served, the frying pans were put slowly away. The signal. There was a roar, accompanied by high winds, and all the Saiya-Jins and demi Saiya-Jins dug in.
"Did you start it?" Chichi asked Bulma, leaning over her plate.
"Yup. I think it'll be a new record." Bulma grinned.
"Oh! Let me see!" Videl leaned closer and all three bent over a slightly battered stopwatch.
"You have it? Why didn't you tell us?" Juuhachigou demanded, also leaning towards them.
"No chance. Are they still eating?"
"Yup."
"How are we on food?"
"Quick! It's gone! It's gone!"
"Five minutes, sixteen seconds, thirty one hundredths of a second."
"That's not too bad. Two seconds faster then last time."
"YEOWCH!" That was Goku, holding his now hurt hand.
Chichi smirked and brandished her fork (made of the same thing her indestructible frying pan was) and said shortly, "Next time you go for MY food, I'll stab you somewhere worse than your hand!"
"But I'm hungry, Chi-chan!" Goku whined, trying to sound pathetic.
"Son-Kun, your ALWAYS hungry." Bulma pointed out as Juuhachigou snickered.
"Yeah, well...that's beside the point!" Goku protested. The women rolled their eyes and Juuhachigou kicked him away from the table.
"Go away. We have some girl chat." She snapped, and turned back to the others, grinning.
"I wish I could still do that." Chichi gave a wistful sigh. "Oh well. I have the frying pan! Mwahahaha!" The others nodded in agreement while the men slowly backed away think a cult had been formed.
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"Hey, Kurt! Have you started training yet?" Goten asked the mutant with a grin.
"Yeah, but I'm not very good yet. I only started the day before yesterday." Kurt grinned.
"That's all right. We can spar when you get better. Maybe next time we have one of these get togethers." Goten was the forever optimist. "It'll be great!"
"Sure. Just so long as I can keep away the bullies at school." Kurt gave a tiny smile.
"We'll help till you get good enough to do it on your own." Trunks finally joined into the conversation.
"Thanks you guys." Kurt smiled.
"Hey, the adults are calling us." Goten tipped his head to the side. "And Kassan doesn't sound very happy."
"That's never a good thing. Let's go." Trunks, Goten, and Kurt all ran back to the adults.
"It's time to go." Bulma told Trunks, pulling out her aircar. "Get in."
"Bye, Trunks!" Goten and Kurt yelled, waving.
"Oh, I keep meaning to ask, but Kurt, where are you from, originally? You have a small touch of an accent that doesn't sound quite like your from around here." Bulma asked him with a thoughtful look.
"Germany. I thought I lost it."
"You tend to pick up on things like that when your the owner of a place like Capsule Corps. Don't worry about it. But how did you get here?"
"I helped a circus for awhile, and they stopped here, so I ran away. I was in...the freak show...and so here I am."
"Oh. Well...how old were you?"
"Three." He blushed as Bulma's face took on an indignant look. Before she could fire off her temper, Vegita drug her to the aircar.
"No is not the time to talk about that." Vegita snapped at her.
"Of course it is!" Bulma began.
"He doesn't like to talk about it. Let it alone. If he wants to talk, he'll do it on his own time, and to someone else. I have a feeling that Kakarotto's first brat will have a lot of problems on his hands."
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(A/N) I'm stopping here, I suppose. I was going to stop a lot earlier, and I decided not to. ^__^ I was going to be evil. Y'all better thank me. I love reviews, flames are welcome (used for s'mores)
On last thing, I start school soon so chapters will take may take a little longer getting out to all my stories. I'm sorry about it, but I'm going to be a junior and I need to get a lot of my priorities straight this year. I can't afford to do what I did last year and start slacking. My grades have to come first. I'm sorry if your disappointed, and I have a lot of things I have to do, but this is one of my priorities, so I will try to update something at least once a week. Thaks for your understanding. I hope y'all aren't too mad about it.
Later!
~*~ Lady Foeseeker ~*~