Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Changed ❯ Meet Geta ( Chapter 9 )

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Changed,

By,

Devilstitan

Five years have passed since Son Pan's birthday and the incident that tore her heart apart. Bra and Daikon discovered feelings for each other and married two years later and now have a son named Gosion (Go-tion) at the age of three. Trunks and Marron married three years after the incident. Their little girl who is one is called Silk. Marron insisted that she be called Silk and not Panties. After many years Goten still is not married or even engaged (big surprise there). Instead he chose to look after his elderly mother and continue running his dojo. Vegeta, after many months returned to the doorstep of Capsule Corporation. He has lived there for the previous 4 ½ years.

It is certain Bulma forgave him and his deeds but both show no kinds of affection towards each other. The happy lives they once lived are no more. However more they try to put on false smiles and act carefree, they are sadly the opposite. Vegeta has no knowledge of his youngest son and thinks he has no sole purpose to live life at all. Daikon is distant from his newly found group of friends and family and more than often is found at Mount Pazou. Trunks is frequently engrossed in his work as President of the largest Corporation in the world.

Although he is seemingly seen as the world's 'Perfect Father'. All is not well in this happy delusional world. Events are about to unfold as the families reunite and celebrate old times. Nothing will ever be the same once the father meets his son. Nor will they be the same once the son meets the world…..

Chapter Eight -Meet Geta

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I stood in my room staring out into the backyard through the window. Daikon towered over a young boy; he appeared to be teaching the child how to use his tail as an advantage in battle. I knew I shouldn't be letting the boy train at such an early age; after all he was only five. If you haven't figured it out yet, he's my son. He inherited his grandpa's intelligent eyes along with the colour that betrayed his Saiya-jin heritage along with the tail that never seems to stop twitching. The boy's hair however was a cross between his great-grandfather's and his father's hair. It looked grandpa's hair except it went upwards almost like a flame. I had named him Geta; I thought it sounded kind of cute. Of course my parents disapproved right away but I gave up trying to please them years ago.

"Geta!" I yelled out the window. He turned his gaze over to me.

"Yes Momma?" he asked flying over with innocence only a child could posses.

"Go get ready for the party you know how your great-grandma makes a fuss about this," his eyes lit up as soon as the words left my mouth. Did I mention it was his 5th birthday today? As a gift I promised him he could start his training. Mom, Dad, and Uncle Goten always attended the parties not because they had too but because they had grown fond of him.

At first my parents refused to even look at him but after a few weeks Grandma had to literally drag them over and force them to look. When my parents first held him I knew from that moment on they wouldn't trade him for the world despite who the father was.

"You know, you're grandma invited a couple of more people than usual," Daikon spoke shifting uneasily under my watch. Realization hit me like a rock! She wouldn't…

"You would have to face them sooner or later," he said pulling me in to a hug and resting his face on my head. Truth be told I hadn't seen anybody outside my family but Daikon since my 18th birthday. I fingered the scat on my neck thoughtfully. The bond between Vegeta and I was very weak. At times I could feel his pains but that rarely ever happened.

After all these years I couldn't decide whether or not I loved him. At numerous occasions I would find myself awake in the dark remembering his soft touches and warm kisses.

"I'm gonna go home before Bra kicks me out of the bed again," Daikon said softly letting go and taking to the air. Within moments all you could see was the vapor trail he left behind. I turned around heading downstairs. Only stopping abruptly in front of the door when I heard a voice.

'Onna…' I grew a faint smile.

'Vegeta…'

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Everyone was due to arrive soon. I doubted they know anything about Geta, probably thought this was just another get-together party.

"Pan why aren't you ready yet? They'll be here soon and you haven't seen them in nearly five years!" Grandma scolded when she walked into the room and saw me pacing the room back and forth nervously. I was up in my room in a flash when I heard the first ring.

"Hello Bulma. How've you been?" hearing my grandma greet them I tensed even more. Sighing I open the closet and began looking through the clothes. I thought about going downstairs in a fighting gi so it would look like I had just been training and couldn't care less if they were here. Maybe it would ease the tension that would surely build up, but immediately dismissed the idea when Chi-chi's image popped into my mind. Finally settling with a sleeveless black dress which stopped at my knees I took a deep breath and slugged ever so slowly down the stairs. So many voices were down there now. Oh Kami! I can't do this. But it was too late too turn back now fore I was standing timidly at the bottom of the staircase.

All conversation ceased when I entered the kitchen/living room. My eyes flickered around the room; there were a few new parties to the usual company. They were children. Small children, all younger than Geta. I automatically figured out which one was Daikons kid.

He couldn't be any older than three. The little guy had hair shooting upwards, all black except for the purple streaks that shot through his hair like fire. Being a Saiya-jin he obviously had black eyes. I could tell he was shy by how the boy clung on to Daikon's leg. Daikon had brought him over once. A few months after he was born. I remembered him mention his son's name. What was it? Gosion that was it. The child had been named Gosion.

Looking over beside him I spotted a tiny baby girl. I was guessing she was two. Trunk's kid. Not much interesting about her. Long black hair, black eyes, adorable chubby face. I think they had named her Silk. So what was missing? Ahh yes, the tail. I had grown so accustomed to Geta's tail that I almost never noticed that neither of the kids had tails.

Everybody wore blank expressions and that's when I caught a glimpse of him off into the corner standing like a statue. When I looked at him again it seemed as if something had triggered inside me. As if I had woken from a long sleep. A swirl of emotions over took my body, pain, sorrow, happiness, anger, excitement, but most of all-love.

Love towards a man who I was forbidden to have.

Hello my friend, we meet again

It's been awhile, where should we begin?

Feels like forever

Within my heart a memory

A perfect love that you gave to me

Oh, I remember

"Momma," squeaked a voice. I felt a tugging at my side and was almost relieved to find Geta there. "Who are all these funny looking people?" he asked. I glanced back up to find shocked faces everywhere.

"Momma? Whose is he?" Trunks spoke with distaste. I expected this from them. His question had been vague but I understood.

"I'm Geta, what's your name? Why do you have such funny looking hair? Don't you have a colouring book to colour in?" Geta said all in once breath with childlike innocence, "Are you gay?" He added sounding like it was an afterthought. That's the last time I send him somewhere alone with Goten again.

"Geta…You had the nerve to name him that aft-" Trunks fumed but was cut short by a gruff voice.

"Quiet boy, she can name the brat whatever she wants. Tis' no concern of yours." All heads turned to the little corner amazed to have heard Vegeta speak in my defense. I was shocked too. I thought after all this time that he stopped caring…Everybody stared at him waiting for another comment but it never came. Instead he closed his eyes and leaned on the wall with his arms crossed. A pose he had never really given up.

"He's my son," I spoke softly. Trunks eyes flashed murder but remained silent.

When you are with me I'm free

I'm careless, I believe

Above all the others we'll fly

This brings tears to my eyes

My Sacrifice

"Geta these are…some of my old friends," I explained kneeling down to his height. He nodded his looking around the room for a better look at the strangers. Geta's eyes lingered on Vegeta for a few moments and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration as if trying to remember where he had seen Vegeta.

"Can I open my presents now Momma?" he asked suddenly staring at me with eagerness.

"Presents? You meant it's your birthday? Oh Kami, I didn't bring anything. Hey tell you what you tell me now what you want and the next time I came I'll give it to you," Surprisingly it was Bulma who spoke. I stared at her in amazement. I suspected that when she met Geta she would absolutely despise him.

"Mmmmm…Can you get me fighting gi?" Geta questioned.

"Ahh….why would you want that?" Bulma asked with confusion.

"Momma said that when I'm five I can start training. And that I'll need a new training gi because she has none," he replied like it was the most obvious thing in the world. The blue-haired woman was more than happy to concur. I could tell what thoughts were running through everyone's minds. 'Why the hell is Pan training him at such an early age? He's too young to fight.'

"How about we go open your presents now Geta," I answered his long forgotten question. The shouts of excitement that came from him was enough to wake the dead and make them wish they were dead again. His joy was evident as he ran to the living room faster than the eye could see followed by family and friends. I turned around to get a drink but came face to face with Vegeta.

We've seen our share of ups and downs

Oh how quickly life can turn around

In an instant

It feels so good to realize

What's in yourself and within your mind

Let's find peace there

"What?" I asked hotly. He frowned at me before speaking.

"Why was I not informed that I had a son?" he said angrily.

"Gee, you never asked," I snorted, sarcasm dripping in my voice as I walked past the Saiya-jin prince and over to the fridge.

"Do not play with me Onna," he sneered pushing me against the fridge. I think I'm going to faint. He was standing so close that I could feel his breath.

"Don't forget, no matter how long we are apart you will always belong to me," he hissed in my ear. Curiously he sniffed the air like he was trying to find something. Taking a deep breath I roughly pushed him away.

"You haven't been with another male?" Vegeta said slightly confused and surprised but nonetheless pleased. I shook my head no.

Vegeta smirked shoving me to the fridge door again. His hands were at the sides of my head. The furry tail wrapped around my thigh no sooner than before Vegeta's face appeared before mine. We were nose to nose now. Oh dear Kami, this is not happening this is all a dream and I'm going to wake up any moment now.

When you are with me I'm free

I'm careless, I believe

Above all the others we'll fly

This brings tears to my eyes

My Sacrifice

I just want to say hello again

I just want to say hello again

"Onna…no matter how long you think this is over between us….you are sadly mistaken. We are mates until the end of time don't you ever forget that!" he murmured against my lips. Deep down I knew he was right. I belong to him forever.

It surprised me though that I was being cold towards him instead of the other way around; after all I was the one who had left him. Guess my decided if I was cold towards him and pretended not to care that I would eventually really stop caring. But the stupid bastard brought me back to reality reminding me of how I'm his forever.

Vegeta gently let go of me and stalked in to the living room where everyone was gathered. I held onto the countertop for support seeing how my jittery legs could no longer hold my weight. He cared! My heart and soul rejoiced at the thought but my mind…I slowly got up and joined my family.

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Lying down on the silky grass I thought about the day's events. After our little encounter in the kitchen I didn't talk to Vegeta for the rest of the party. Nor did I talk to anybody else for that matter. Trunks and kept their distance from me and Bulma could barely smile at me without having tears well up. The rest of the guests weren't that great either.

Poor Gosion got a bruise the size of a small fist by Geta who apparently thought every three year old knew how to fight. I noticed through out the party that neither of them were too fond of each other. Gosion made fun of Geta's tail while my son made fun of the fact of how weak he was. Like father like son I suppose.

When you are with me I'm free

I'm careless, I believe

Above all the others we'll fly

This brings tears to my eyes

"I wish you were Grandpa," I solemnly cried to the wind, "what would you say to Vegeta and me?" My voice turned to a whisper. "Life's funny eh? It's not everyday you fall in love with the person who's known you since before you could even walk or talk and has seen you grow up before their very eyes." I sat up hugging my knees to my chest tightly. Resting my chin on top of my knees I stared at the black void above me.

"Why can't I let this go? I don't want to let him know how much I care Grandpa," I whispered to the heavens, "I don't…"

Closing my eyes I let out a heavy sigh. Why couldn't life be simple? Why couldn't I just be a normal 23 years old? I didn't ask for my Saiya-jin blood. I didn't want it anymore. More than ever I wished to have a normal life. But then again what is a normal life really? Was it to be carefree just like Uncle Goten was? Or is it to be absorbed in your work life like Trunks? Or maybe it was meant to be miserable and torture like how I am? I changed. I came to that conclusion years ago. The people around me stayed the same. I have a son now. At least one good thing came out of it.

Cause when you are with me I am free

I'm careless, I believe

Above all the others we'll fly

This brings tears to my eyes

My Sacrifice, My Sacrifice

"You don't what?" A voice I knew all too well sounded. I knew who it was before I even turned my head to look.

"V-Vegeta? What are you doing here?" I pathetically stuttered. He took a few steps towards me steadily. I stood up to face him. Before I knew what was happening I found my self in his arms. His grip was like steel, refusing to let me pull away. I felt him bury his head in my hair as he took a deep breath. I, myself clung onto his shirt desperately.

"I've missed you," I croaked. There came no reply. I didn't expect one. That night was one of the best I've had in years. One sentence kept on coming back to me.

'I don't…'

I just want to say hello again

I just want to say hello again

My Sacrifice.

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A/N: longer than usual eh? Put a lot of thought into it. Review!!

-Devilstitan