Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Dragonball Saiyan Children ❯ Chapter 2 ( Chapter 2 )
DBSC Chronicles
A/N Okay, here's chapter 3. Wonder what fic I'll put up next… ( )-author talking ~-thoughts
Disclaimer: Akira Toriyama owns DBZ not me. Hosi-chan (me) owns Kali and Paris. Stealing is not nice, so don't steal my characters without consulting me first! Got it?!
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I felt sorry for Paris; sorry because there was no way she could beat me! I laughed at the thought.
I threw her a Kamehameha; the attack that had ended our fight earlier. She easily dodged it, giving me the chance to get behind her. I had so many good attacks and was having trouble picking which one to use on her. I had to hurry or she'd realize I was behind her. I decided just to shoot her with a simple ki blast. I saw my uncle's worried face before I was about to fire. I knew what he was thinking. He was gonna jump up and deflect my blast if I got too carried away.
I knew I had taken too long when Paris turned around and stared at me in shock. "You were gonna shoot me from behind, weren't you?" But before I could answer her, I heard someone talking to me…inside my head!!
~Hi everyone~ I knew that voice, but from where? "What's up Dende?" my father asked looking up towards the clouds. Dende? Wasn't that the green guy who looked over Earth?
~Nothing much, I just wanted you all to meet someone.~ "Alright, I guess we could go see who it is. We'll use my instant transmition."
Instant transmition? Only my great grandfather, Goku, knew that move. Then my aunt read my mind. (Not literally!)
"You know instant transmition Goten? I thought only your dad knew that move."
"Yeah, I picked it up a few weeks ago. Should we try it?" My father nodded.
"Alright, everyone grab on."
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And that was ch.3. I know it was kinda short, but I just wanted to end it since the next chapter is in someone else's POV. Oh, in case you didn't know, the chapter you just read was in Kali's POV. Well, I must get going on the next chapter. I don't know why I even bother to update it; you're not even reading it! Oh, well. Ja peeps!