Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Saiyan Children ❯ Chapter 1 ( Chapter 1 )

DBSC Chronicles

Will u please R+R if I add another chapter? Here it is chapter 2. Disclaimer: DBZ is not mine, it belongs to Akira Toriyama. I do, on the other hand, own Kali and Paris (G+M's daughter). N-joy!

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"Kali, let's stop. I don't wanna fight anymore!" I was sitting outside watching Paris and Kali fight. Kali, like both her parents, was a grade A fighter. Paris, on the other hand, was not as great. Sure I trained her as a little girl, but she never really seemed to enjoy it. I had been hoping to keep the family line going by getting Paris to transform into a Super Saiyan, but it didn't look like that was going to happen anytime soon. "C'mon Paris, don't be a wimp!" Kali mocked. With that little remark, Paris threw a ki blast at her cousin. "Is that the best you can do? If it is, then you're in real trouble." Paris put her head down in pure shame. "Paris, look out!"

I jumped up in front of Kali's Kamehameha wave and easily deflected it. "Kali, you need to more careful," I scolded. "Sorry Uncle Goten." "And you," I said looking at Paris. "What have I told you about taking your eyes off your opponents?" "Sorry Daddy."

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"Who won?" Trunks asked once we were all inside. "Humph!" Paris said and stormed of to the shower. "Who's winning?" I asked looking at our big screen TV. "The Yankees of course! What kind of stupid question is that?" Trunks answered as Kali and I sat next to him on the couch. "Hey guys!" The three of us looked up from the TV as my niece, Pan, threw us a jumbo bag of potato chips. "Thanks Babe," Trunks said opening the bag. "Hey Dad, pass `em over here." Trunks passed the bag to me, which I passed to Kali. Neither myself nor Trunks took our eyes off the game.

"Where's Marron?" I asked as Pan squeezed herself between Trunks and me. "She's still getting groceries from the car." "Jeez, you coulda helped her," I said leaving the couch.

I walked out the front door to see Marron with about a million grocery bags in her hands. "Allow me to be of some assistance," I said offering to take some of the bags out of her hands. I took the bags from her only to receive about five more. "A little help here," I said when I walked up to the front door and realized that I had too many bags in my hands to open the door myself.

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I welcomed the warm water as it slowly washed away the suds from my slender form. (Obviously, you can tell that Goten is no longer narrating.) Once I was done, I grabbed a towel from the rack and dried off. I put on some of my old clothes and walked to my room. After I combed my hair and put it in a braid, I decided to see what my family was up to. I thought to myself as I walked towards the stairs. How was it that Kali was able to defeat like that? After all, my grandpa was the strongest man in the universe! Shouldn't all of his fighting traits be passed on to me?

I came downstairs to see my family watching some stupid baseball game. Me and my mother were the only ones who were not interested in sports. I grabbed the remote and put it on some MTV channel. Everyone on the couch glared at me. "Paris, are you crazy?! There's a game on!" Kali yelled. "I could care less." "Dinner's ready," my `kaasan called. She always knew how to break up a Saiyan argument.

We all sat around the dinner table. The only thing that could be heard was the sound of my Saiyan relatives devouring the little food that we had. "Paris?" I looked up from my half-empty plate. "Do you wanna spar after you're done eating?" Maybe now I could beat her if I really tried. My father looked at me strangely as a smirk spread across my lips. "Sure Kali and I'll try to make it a better fight than last time." "Are you finished?" Kali asked looking at, what she thought, was a full plate. I nodded and followed her to the backyard.

Both my family and hers came outside to watch us fight. I flew into the air, Kali following close behind. I hated being in the air, but I had to match Kali's every move.

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"Dende, she's here!" I followed Mr. Popo as he led me to the one who had just arrived from Planet Namek.

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Well, there's that chapter. Was it good? Don't tell me now, just REVIEW!!! I'll try and get ch.3 up A.S.A.P., but when you're 13 you have a very busy life. Did I do well at spacing it out? I know, I always write those big annoying, hard-to-read paragraphs. Now, it's spaced out though!

2nd Disclaimer: Kali belongs to me and Jedibabe, so don't steal! Goten and Marron's daughter, Paris, belongs only to me, so don't steal her either!