Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Crush ❯ ...at First Sight ( Chapter 1 )

Crush by Kaialicious

Disclaimer: DragonBall Z and the characters of DragonBall Z are not of my creation. They solely belong to Akira Toriyama. I have in no way made any profit off Toriyama's work other than to create a fictional tale for my personal enjoyment.

Warnings: This story is rated NC-17 for future Yaoi situations, obscene language, and other graphic material.

Author's Note: This fic was written for Jess. Sorry it took so long PB! ^__^ Please keep in mind readers that Uub is now a young adult here. A very sweet, innocent, young adult. Yes, he is legal. Asterisks (*) means either flashbacks or emphasis on a word or sentence.

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Two figures stood just beneath the trees and stared at the house. It was located on the out skirts of the forest. It had the look of a humble cottage with two awkward additions that had been built on to the original structure. A plume of smoke rose merrily from the chimney on the roof, a promise of warmth from the fire inside.

The younger of the two shifted his weight from one foot to the other. His overly long, dark hair waved in the breeze. He nibbled on his lip as he took in the residence.

"Hey." His teacher and friend placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a comforting squeeze. "You all right?"

"Yes, sir," he nodded.

"Sir?" The older man chuckled. "None of that now. We've talked about that before, remember?" A big hand brushed affectionately over the back of his neck. "Everything will be fine. You'll see."

He smiled, but he was still worried. This was new for him, and he couldn't help feeling a bit of fear for his teacher. The man was returning home after a long time. What would his family think of him bringing a stranger home? He opened his mouth then thought better of it and pushed aside his fear. He trusted this man with his life. He had trained him and then helped him save his people; the least he could do was be there for him when he faced his wife, no matter how daunting a task that might be for him. He loved his teacher and he would offer him all of the support that he needed.

He was given a pat on the back by the man and told, "Come on. I can smell Chichi's cooking. You're going to love it."

"Yes, sir- uh, Goku," he said and followed him up to the door.

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Another bowl filled with hot, delicious soup was placed before him. He smiled at the still youthful looking woman that was his mother and dipped his spoon into the rich meal. She rubbed her hands on her apron and returned to the other pots cooking on the stove. Goten leaned back in his seat and sadly looked at her. He didn't have to stay, but he chose to only because of his mother. He let her cook for him and he ate knowing well that he would eat again later in the city when he went to work. The most hazardous thing about his job was that he was in trouble of becoming overweight. Mrs. Briefs was an excellent cook, and because of her, Goten never went hungry.

He was officially the junior assistant of Dr. Briefs. His job entailed wrestling some of the larger animal specimens that the doctor needed to study. That and keeping them from eating the old man when he became a little too preoccupied with his research. Primarily easy work. He "provided the muscle," as his mother was fond of saying.

Despite what his mother thought about his job, he was not just hired muscle. He learned a lot from Dr. Briefs, a lot more than he had ever learned from going to school. He had never had the pleasure of going to college like Gohan did. It hadn't appealed to him, so he had applied for a job at Capsule Corp. At the time, it had seemed like a good idea. Work with the people you know and make money while you do it, but with his best friend now in charge of most of the company, there was little opportunity for them to have fun. He still liked his job though. It didn't leave much time for dating, but Goten had been bored lately with what the dating pool had to offer. Sure, he had been girl crazy in his teens, but the hormone driven rush he had constantly felt during that time had worn off leaving him feeling empty and unsatisfied.

*Its time that you thought about marriage*, his mother had told him. *Find a wife and start a family just like Gohan.*

*I'm not Gohan, mom*, he had replied.

Family life might have suited his big brother, but he was not longing for that type of commitment. Not now anyway.

"Hey Goten."

His thoughts of settling down dissipated when his grandfather, Ox King, sat down at the table. "Hey grandpa."

"I hope you left something for me to eat. I'm starving."

"Sure I did," he smiled and watched as his mom set a few full dishes before her father.

"Eat up daddy. You know that you need to keep healthy and strong. You're not as young as you used to be," Chichi said.

"Yes, sweetheart."

Goten tried not to laugh. Ox King was very sensitive about the gray that was starting to pepper his black hair. The old man was aging gracefully. He hadn't lost any of the muscle that made him look fierce, and still his stature was that of a giant. The most important thing about the former warrior was that despite his foreboding appearance he was just a big teddy bear at heart. Gentle would be the right word to describe him. He was one of the few people who could calm down his daughter when she was in the midst of a temper tantrum. He also had made a great father figure in place of a certain delinquent Saiyan. As far as Goten was concerned, the man was a hero to him.

"Here grandpa," he pushed an extra bowl of rice towards him, "I saved this for you."

"Thank you, Ten. You're such a good boy."

Chichi turned away from the stove with a long-suffering sigh and waved a wooden spoon around. "Don't call him that, daddy. *Ten* sounds like a dog's name."

"No it doesn't mom. Trunks calls me that all the time."

"Well *Trunks* isn't much of a name to go by either. Maybe he was jealous of your name and wanted to punish you for it-"

"Mooooom," Goten whined. "It's just a nickname. Why do you have to pin on more to it than there is?"

"Because I care about you, Goten," she said then quickly apologized when he became melancholy. "I'm sorry." She touched his shoulder and then bent down to kiss his cheek.

"That's okay mom."

"Finish up and eat, you need all your energy...Ten."

*Well at least she's trying*, he thought.

A knock came from the door. Then to their surprise, they heard it open.

"How rude!" Chichi complained and strode over to chastise their unwelcome intruder. She stopped short when a familiar spiked hairdo and orange and blue outfit rounded the door. The spoon that she was holding fell to the floor with a clatter. A trembling hand rose to cover her heart as she stared at the man before her.

"Go-Goku?"

The unrepentant Saiyan smiled broadly and said, "Hi Chichi. I'm home."

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Pandemonium broke loose. Chichi raced back to the kitchen -her comfort zone and grabbed one of her precious pots. She waved it threateningly at her husband and yelled, "OUT! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"

Goku, who had taken some steps towards the kitchen, retreated a little and held his hands out before him. "Chichi, wait! Can't we talk about this?"

"TALK? What is there to talk about? You left me!" She hurled the pot at him and growled through clenched teeth when he ducked out of its way. "That's all right! There's plenty more where that came from!"

She hastened back to the kitchen and returned with an arsenal. Goku yelped and ran for the door. He barreled out of the house with a frying pan flying after him. He avoided the pan and looked back sadly at his wife. "But Chichi…"

"YOU'RE NOT STAYING IN MY HOUSE!" she shouted and slammed the door shut. That was the end of that.

Goku gave a crooked grin to his shocked companion and told him, "She's a little upset."

"Maybe we should leave."

"No. She'll calm down. We just have to give her some time."

"How long?"

"A day or two...maybe. Until then, I guess we could camp out in the forest."

"The forest?"

"Uh huh," Goku said. "You'll love it. I used to do it all the time."

"Okay." Uub spared a glance back at the house and held his breath as he saw someone staring at them from a window. He was taken aback by the uncanny resemblance of the person who looked just like his teacher Goku. The frown that hardened the face was a bit foreboding and Uub found himself trembling from the intense stare.

"Uub? What is it?"

"Its...you."

"Huh?" Goku looked at the house and smiled. "Goten," he muttered.

The young man in the window glared at them and drew the curtains closed effectively blocking him from their sight. Goku's smile slowly disappeared. He sighed deeply and said, "That's my son, Goten. He seems pretty angry with me."

Uub pressed a hand to his chest. It was beating abnormally hard. *What a strange sensation*, he thought. It wasn't as bad as the sensations in his belly. Hunger never once felt like that. *Maybe I am getting sick. That would explain it.*

He shifted his feet uneasily and combed his fingers through his Mohawk. The thing had grown a few inches longer and needed a trim. The lock at the front of his head was starting to hang in his eyes. "Goku? Sir?"

"Let's get going, Uub. I know where we can catch us some dinner." With one last glance at his former home, Goku and his young companion entered the lush green forest in search of shelter and food.

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Here ends the first chapter. ^___^ Please review.