Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Changed ❯ Secret Revealed ( Chapter 2 )

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Changed

By,

Devilstitan

Chapter Two-Secret Revealed

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He was frowning. He can't be, yet he was. How could he be? Didn't he realize all the trouble I went too, to get this? Okay, so it wasn't that much trouble, but still.

"Don't you like it?" I asked him sweetly.

"No," he simply said.

NO??!! How could he not like it? Why I ought to…

"Vegeta that's rude, you can at least say thank you," Bulma said stopping my train of thought.

"Fine… thank you brat," he said through clenched teeth. Without even realizing it, I let out a growl. I held the necklace tightly in my hand causing an imprint. I seriously thought about killing him on the spot.

"Vegeta, look closely. What do you see? It's the symbol of Vegetasei. The one only royal family members are allowed to wear," Daikon spoke for the first time. He squinted to take a better look. Slowly his eyes widened and he took it from my hand holding it like it was the most valuable thing in his life. It probably was now. It was also made by some of the rarest material in the galaxy.

"Brat, where did you get this?" Vegeta spoke almost kindly.

"I had it forged; being a descendant of Grandpa Goku really has it perks," I replied brightly, extremely pleased that he liked it.

"Humph, leave it to Kakkarott to become famous even after the baka's dead."

"DINNER"S READY!!" Grandma's shrill voice sounded, breaking up the tension that was now building up. I watched the stampede of Saiya-jins exit the room and turned to find Daikon smirking at me. He had been standing at the back, while I gave everyone the presents I got them.

"What?" I asked slightly annoyed.

"It's too obvious you know" Daikon replied.

"What's too obvious?"

His smirk just grew bigger. "Oh nothing."

"No, I wanna know, what's too obvious?" I began whining.

"Nothing never mind," his voice sounded too cheery, well as cheery as it could get.

"Hey you guys coming or what?" a certain blue-haired person poked her head in.

"Yeah. Just a minute," I answered.

"So why haven't you told them yet?" My eyes holding interest.

"I have my reasons," he darkly responded and stalked out of the room.

Kami, at times like this he could be so much like Vegeta. Vegeta…. I blushed. At the mere thought of him I was blushing. Wait a minute! Why was I blushing? Must be my hormones, yeah that's it. I roughly shook my head and joined the other feasting Saiya-jins.

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Laying my head down Daikons stomach I yawned. It was the next day and there was a get-together at Grandma Chi-Chis. Since we were in the middle of nowhere we could use our powers freely with out having to worry about pesky humans. I was extremely tired seeing how yesterday night Goten, Trunks, Bra, and I went out to a club.

Just like old times except we had Daikon this time. Then this morning I went to the mall with Daikon to get him some earthly clothes and also had to explain to him how the people of earth behaved. We decided that it was best for Daikon was to stay with us, so now he has his own room in Uncle Gotens house.

Daikon was wearing one of Gotens old shirt. It was a little too tight, you could see his broad chest and it wasn't doing a good job of hiding his well toned muscles either. It was now around 4:30pm. Him sitting under the tree with his arms crossed, eyes closed and legs sprawled out in front him. My head resting on his belly, gazing at the water like sky.

"Hey Daikon?"

"What?"

"You like Bra?" his eyes snapped open at the bluntness of my question.

"Who?"

Letting out a sigh, I sat up straight, facing him.

"Bra, Vegeta's daughter. The blue haired one," I said.

"Oh, her. Why do you care?" he asked looking at me shadily.

"PAN!" came a high pitched voice. I spun around to come face to face with none other than Bra.

"I need to talk to you," Bra said pulling me away by the arm. Daikon sat under the tree with the blankest look on his face now.

"What?" I asked curiously.

"He is so hot," Bra let go of my arm and began to look intently past me. Puzzled I turned around to see what she was looking at. I wasn't shocked to find who she was staring at. Daikon.

"You have a crush on him," knowing perfectly well she's going to deny it.

"No, no I just find him… interesting," Bra whispered choosing her words carefully. I rolled my eyes at her.

"Right, so you dragged here to say that?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Well it has been two months since I've last seen you," Bra pointed out, "do you think Daikon likes me?"

"Bra," I said slowly, "he didn't even you existed until five minutes ago." Her face fell instantly.

"Although I'm sure he'll like you if he just got to know you better," I said trying to cheer her up. Upon seeing her face back to its happy state I continued, "But I have to advise you, he's a lot like Vegeta."

"Ahh, but you forget, Pan, I have daddy wrapped around my finger. You will help right?" a smirk creeping up on her face. Well, maybe she did inherit something from her father. Looking back at Daikon, I answered "Well, it's not like I'm can do anything to stop you from hitting on him."

Quickly hugging me, she left to go inside. Now how was I going to get Daikon to even notice Bra? I wasn't kidding when I said he was like Vegeta. And what would Vegeta say if he found out I was setting up his little girl with a killer.

Daikon was a bounty hunter when I first met him, except not anymore. Vegeta used to be a killer too, so he shouldn't be complaining. Besides what he doesn't know can't hurt him.

"Move it brat," spoke a gruff voice. I looked up at the source of the noise, to find myself staring into a set of midnight coloured eyes. I stepped back too hastily in surprise and tripped, landing on my tailbone.

Rubbing the sore spot I stuck out my tongue at Vegeta. I didn't notice when he walked away, fore I was too busy trying to figure out where my Saiya-jin friend disappeared to. I began looking around anxiously. Where did he go? I swear I take my eyes off him for one minute and… Suddenly a scream shot through the air like a bullet.

Rapidly turning around, I noticed everyone was staring at a blood-stained Daikon walking with what look like a boar. I couldn't tell if the head was still on it or not. Daikon was staring at everyone dumbly.

"What is that?" shrieked Bulma. He looked at her as if she had just sprouted a second head.

"You tell me. How the hell am I suppose to what it's called?" he sneered. Throwing the animal down, he quickly made a fire and began cooking. It seemed I was the only one not looking on in disbelief.

"You know," I said walking over to him, "we already had food," pointing over to the food table I grabbed a chuck of meat and crammed it in my mouth. He barely shrugged and continued on eating.

"Pan, don't eat that," ordered my mother.

"Why not? It's not like its poisoned or anything."

"Because it's uncivilized, and there's blood all over on that… thing. You might get a disease," Gohan joined in the conversation.

"But the blood tastes good when it's cooked with the meat," I said biting into the raw flesh. This time neither of my parents said anything, probably to shocked at my words. Vegeta was soon to join us. He approached with a smirk on his face, squatted down his hind legs and took mouthful of meat.

"More Saiya-jin than I thought," He said to mostly to himself.

Before I could stop myself I blurted out, "Of course, he's your nephew, no surprise there," I covered my mouth once I realized what I had done. Daikon who all this time was stuffing his face, choked. All eyes were on me and Daikon.

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A/N: Well I'm going to end it there. It might be short but it was four pages on my computer. I'll try to write longer chapters. Tell me what you think, and how I'm doing so far. Were Bra and Pan too out of character? Please Review.

Devilstitan