Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Gaiden: The Search for Goku ❯ Surprise! It's a Dinner Date! ( Chapter 2 )

“Huh?!” the phone almost slips out of the young man's dark-skinned hand at his shock. “You really mean it?!” A giggle was the response at first, “Of course, silly. Why would I mind having you over for dinner?” It was a female voice coming through from the other line. With a look of sudden realization he starts, “But Pan, your father…” “Don't worry Uub, I'll make sure my dad doesn't say or do anything embarrassing.” The tone in her voice is reminiscent of a child coaxing a cat into the open, and for a brief moment, both youths bask in the splendor of each others' silence until a third voice from the female end blares through: “Hey!!! I heard that!!!” “Oh crap,” the female voice again; “dad's steamed, I better go.” Uub felt his heart unexplainably drop to his stomach at hearing this, but he understood. “OK Pan, I'll see you tomorrow night then. Thanks again!” With that, the phone met the receiver and both went about their daily business but with a slight spring in their step.

 

The next night, Vegeta looks up at the late evening sky through a myriad of branches and leaves. Two weeks of soul searching and general clearing of his mind is hardly what one would call “going out for a while.” But he knew Bulma expected as much anyway, so he wasn't worried. He was debating whether to camp out again or head home, when there is a sudden sound from his pack… `We~ go~ta po~waa~! Dragonba~ru...' the noise is cut silent by Vegeta flipping open his cell phone. “Yo.” was the typical nonchalant answer. “Veggie-kun, I want you to come home tonight. Trunks is going to come over for dinner, and Bra has been saying how much she misses you.” Vegetas head drooped and a huge sweat drop rolled down the side of his face. “Bulma, she only misses me because nobody's there to buy her stuff…” “Oh well, that can't be helped!” Is the response, as she continues: “Please? PLEEEEASE?!” About a dozen more sweat drops join the original as her begging ensued. “Okay. OKAY! I'll be there in about an hour.” You could almost feel the happiness fly out of the phone like a burst of sunlight. “Yay! I'll make your favorite! See you soon. I love you.” Vegeta was already pulling the phone away from his ear as he casually answered “I know.” and then flipped the phone closed.

 

About the same time, Uub shows up at Pan's house completely decked out. He put on his best clothes and made sure to take extra care to look as spiffy as possible. Of course, this pretty much meant he looked normal but hey, at least he tries. Gohan answers the door though, not Pan like he was hoping and immediately a huge lump forms in his throat. “Hey Uub,” Gohan had a bright smile on his face as he stepped to the side of the open door to let his guest in “come on in! Dinner will be ready in a little while.” Uub just smiled back and nervously walked in. Looking around, he was shocked that one of the legendary Z Warriors Goku talked about all the time lived such a normal… boring life. He expected the first Saiyan to surpass the boundaries of the Super Saiyan transformation and achieve Super Saiyan 2 would be living a life of luxury, not in a small 2 bedroom house with practically a library full of books at his disposal. He wants to make conversation with Gohan, to ask him all about how he beat Cell and how his mystic transformation works but the lump in his throat halts any such attempts. Gohan watches Uub and chuckles, “Now where is Pan? PAN!” he shouts up the staircase at his daughter. Moments of silence, then an answer “Just have Uub come up here, dad!” “Oh I don't think so, missy!” a middle-aged woman walks down the hall from the kitchen into the foyer, a distressed look on her face. “I will NOT have any boys in my little girls' bedroom, thank you very much!” With that, she crossed her arms over her chest and gave a defiant huff. Sweat drops slid down both Gohans' and Uubs' heads, and Gohan pleaded; “Come on, Videl. I don't think…” she cut him off right there “I said NO Gohan. Got it? NO BOYS!” Gohan reared back from his wife's yelling. “Oh yes, most assuredly honey. No boys whatsoever. I don't know what I was thinking.” Scratching the back of his head and nervously laughing, Gohan slowly tiptoes backwards into the study and out of sight. Wow. I guess even Saiyans can be intimidated. Uub ponders that thought for a moment, before his concentration is completely shattered by the visage of Pan walking down the stairs. Normally Pan likes to wear tomboyish clothing or anything loose fitting and comfortable. She also detests doing her hair, thus why she wears a bandanna all the time. Today however was completely different for Pan was dressed to kill. Her hair was done up really nice and she was wearing makeup. In addition, she was wearing this really cute midriff top-and-skirt combo that was all light pink; a color which, for some unknown reason, Uub finds himself rather fond of. “Hey Uub,” she giggled a bit before continuing, “you gonna say something, or just sit there with your tongue hanging out all night?”

 

 

“Bulma!” The Saiyan prince calls out as he walks in the back door of his home. “Hey dad!” is the response he's met with in unison from his offspring. Both Trunks and Bra are sitting in the living room watching TV. Bra is in possession of the remote however, and is watching some sort of boy band performance which Trunks seems rather disinterested in. “Where's your mother?” Vegeta asks his daughter as he's hanging up his black leather jacket. While waiting for an answer, he heads up the stairs; “She said she was going out to pick up a few more things for dinner.” Upon hearing the word dinner, he noticed a smell about the kitchen, and took note of the 3 stoves all on and seemingly full of food. He glanced at Trunks, “You got an appetite, boy?” Vegeta always addressed his son in a condescending tone and neither ever understood why. Trunks nods a bit, adding “You know I do, pop!” A smirk spreads across his fathers' face, “Tough.” is all he mutters as he begins to chuckle and finish climbing the stairs.