Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Heaven's Gift To Me ❯ The REAL Terrible Twos ( Chapter 4 )

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The Adventures of SSJ4.20

Heaven's Gift to Me


Disclaimer: I own nothing of DBZ. I am a poor shaman living in the middle of a desert with no $$$$$. So do not sue. I am merely borrowing Mr. Akira Toriyama's brilliant characters. Plus I make no $$$$$ doing this, just entertaining myself (and hopefully the reader).

(A/N: A Hof is a temple dedicated to the Gods and Goddesses of the Norse.)


Setting: Earth| Time: Present


The REAL Terrible Two's


**********************************Reginleif************ ********************

The past months were filled with a great many changes and developments with

my Haakon. After his first word many other words soon followed. By his

second birthday he was already speaking as well as a 4-year-old. This

advanced behaviour included selective cooperation; or should I say

UNcooperation. Example, he had no problems getting down what ever video it

was he wanted to watch. Only thing was he wasn't "suppose" to climb up to

where I had the videos to keep them safe from his curious yet destructive

hands. I had caught him more than once happly pulling the tape out of one of

Frigga's Hammy Hamster© tapes or her Blue's Clues© collection. I'd stop him

and give him my best displeased look with my most firm "NO! This is a bad

thing you did" speech as I took the tape, already damaged beyond repair,

away. It worked the first 5 or 6 times, he'd pout at my reprimand. But one

day he deliberately grabbed back the tape and said firmly. "NO! tape bad,

Haakon pull it out more." Well that did it, it was time for his first butt

swat. I HATED to do physical reprimands. I had always stalled on using them

with Frigga and it was no different with him. I had been beaten so severely

as a child by my grandmother that I was loathed to inflick any such similar

pain. Of course I NEVER used a belt, shoe, or wooden and metal serving

spoons like she had. I only used my hand and seldom swat hard enough to

actually hurt. I went more for the startling popping sound a cupped hand

made against a diaper. In other words it sounded far worse than it felt.

Not to mention that I'd sit for hours afterward feeling guilty and depressed

that I was a "mean, evil mother" for striking my babies. Well he did get his

first AND ONLY butt swat. Cripes! that kids butt was like swating a rock,

OUCH! His reaction to my inadvertent injury to my self was to drop the tape,

eyes wide in shock,(Ô¸Ô) climb up into my lap when I sat down, take my hand

and kissed it saying "kiss oweee make it better". Sweet of him yes, but that

didn't stop him from his reign of terror on tapes. I finnaly solved that

problem by finding an alternate ultimate reprimand to replace the butt swat.

That was to give his soft thick mane of hair a bit of a tug-to-smart. He

absolutly hated that, but it got the message accross and he stopped

destroying tapes. But alas I STILL felt guilty afterwards. Never helped when

my angry son would yell "I hate you Mamma!" "Your a mean Mamma!" after his

reprimand. Most of the time I'd shrug off his statements knowing that he was

just upset and didn't mean it. Frigga had done and said similar things to me

in the past. But some times I'd let it get to me and yell back. "Yeah

that's right I'm the meanest mamma in the whole world, so hate me." Only to

have him get wide eyed (O¸O) and say "Noooo, your a good Mamma", while

throwing his arms around me to hug and nuzzle *SIGH*. Children, the toughest

job you'll ever love. (;þ)



It was a warm, going to be hot May mid-morning that I took him out on the Hof

porch with some bubble soap and wands I had bought at the dollar store in

town. Now that Haakon understood not to growl or hiss at people I could once

again go into town; with Haakon in tow ofcourse. One of the nice things is

that his predilection to stay near me kept him out of most mischief. "Ready

to make some bubbles kiddo?" I asked him while pouring the soap into a dish.

He nodded and watched as I dipped one of the bubble wands into the soap and

demonstrated how to make bubbles. He squealed in delight chasing the errant

bubbles popping them as he caught them. "Do it again Mamma, do it again."

He said laughingly. I complied till he came over to me, took the proffered

wand from my hand, and mimicked my earlier actions. He blew too hard at

first causing the bubbles to pop even before they left the wand. He was

growing frustrated till I suggested he blow softer. He tried again using my

advice. His eyes lit up in triumph as area filled with bubbles. "Look I did

it!" He exclaimed. "I knew you could." I replied as I sat down in one of

the soft chairs on the Hof porch. I smiled as he repeated the process with

successful results. "This is gonna be a BIG bubble." He stated as he picked

up the larger wand. Just as before, he had to figure the right way to use

that paticular wand, which he did. As he made the "big" bubbles he began to

sing "Big Water" from one of Frigga's and his Land Before Time© tapes

substituting "big water" with "big bubble". I smiled at his creativity.

When he finished his singing he turned towards me. "Why do bubbles fly

away?" "Did they go home?" He asked me perplexed. I cocked my head to a

side while I thought of an answer. "I guess they just like to fly." I

answered. "I blow bubbles on you?" He asked his eyes shining mischievously.

I nodded allowing myself to be assaulted by a bevy of bubbles. That is till

in his zeal he started dousing me with soap only. "Hey quit that." I said

sternly not liking the sticky soap in the least. He then inexplicably dumped

the balance of the soap onto the sand. "Um, son that was all the bubble soap

you had." I informed him flatly. "Okay I get water to make bubbles." He

said not quite understanding the water would not work. "But baby you need

bubble soap to make bubbles." "It might look like water but it isn't. I

tried to tell him. But he would not listen, he had to find out for himself.

I watched as he went to the faucet get some water. He carefully filled the

shallow soap dish. As he walked back to where I was water sloshed out onto

him and the ground. Heedless that he lost 80% of the water he placed the

dish back on the table and diped the wand into the water and "tried" to make

bubbles. As I expected no bubbles and I repeated about needing bubble soap.

"Hmph, get more water." He groused still ignoring me as he dumped the water

and repeated the process till he looked at me in frustration. "Get s'more

bubble soap." he demanded. "Why?" I asked feigning ignorance. "Cause I

told you and I want to make bubbles." He answered firmly. "Hmph, you think

I'll get you more bubble soap just because you tell me to?" I asked him

slightly peeved at his demanding nature. He nodded then crossed his arms

over his chest. "Well your just going to have to wait till we get to town

again and IF I have the money I'll get you some more." I replied in a

slightly pissed tone. I didn't tell him we could use dish soap instead.

"Kay, your my good Mamma." He said with a smile while droping his arms down

and going over to play on Frigga's old bouncing horse we'd picked up at a

garage sale long ago. I shook my head and smiled, I couldn't stay mad at him

no more than I couldnt stay mad at Frigga when she did something similar when

she was four. Even if Haakon was only two. It seemed both my children were

strong willed, stubborn, and very demanding. But I had them out both out

done in the stubborn department. And I was winning the battle of wills to

date. One example of Haakon's stubborness was when he had knocked Frigga off

the couch when she wouldn't let him sit next to my chair. I made him sit in

the corner with out television till he apologized to his sister. He fell

asleep there. I suppose the demading part was pretty much the same for all

parents. They also both had hot tempers. I know Frigga inherited her's from

me. Haakon I was not sure, perhaps his (real) father. Hot tempers mean bad

temper tantrums, at least in our house hold. Frigga made the trailer shake

with her's. But boy when Haakon threw a temper tantrum the whole trailer

threatened to come off their anchors and supports. But I never gave in if I

had said no and I generally reprimanded either of them for fussing so un-

neccessarly.



It was now getting hot as it neared afternoon so I got out the wading pool,

much to Haakon's delight. He played in there a while till it was time for

lunch. I still nursed him, I nursed Frigga till she was nearly four. Haakon

didn't seem to mind one bit either. After stuffing him with enough food to

feed a small group of children he was ready to watch a video and settle in

for a nap. "I want to watch Dragon Ball© tape." "I want to watch the Bulma

car one." He said as we came into the trailer. He meant the first Dragon

Ball© tape of the series where teenage Bulma meets chibi-Goku when she hits

him with her car. I undressed him so he could sleep a while in relative

comfort in this heat. "Okay then go lay on the couch and rest." I replied

as I went to get the tape. "I got to go potty first." He insisted. That

was another amazing thing he was already completely potty trained. Frigga

was a little over 4-years of age when she learned. But each child learns at

their own pace I suppose. Interesting thing was his digestive system was

VERY efficient. For as much food as he ate his er...output was just like a

human child his age. Afterwards he settled on the couch with his pillow,

blanket, and white tiger toy. I started up the tape and gave him a sip cup

with water in it. He didn't like soda at all and only some juices. He

didn't even like candy all that much. He prefered "real food" items to snack

on. Fine with me I always kept a varitety of items on hand for him. "Look

Mamma, Goku waves hi to the monkey." "He's so silly." He commented as the

cartoon started up. "Yes baby I see." I replied. "Mamma look, Goku's gotta

tail like me do." He said happily. "U-huh, I see that honey." I said.

About half way through the tape he was sound asleep. Fortunately Brenden was

off for the summer from community college and I called him in to watch Haakon

while I got supper on. As always I made sure he was deep asleep, otherwise

I'd have a grouchy, over tired two-year-old insisting on staying awake while

I cooked. NOT GOOD! I made the family some roast beef while I made Haakon

some cabrito (goat). His appetite was such he needed a goat that would feed

the lot of us along with his vegetables. Good thing my goats usually gave

birth anywhere from 2 to 4 kids a season. Even better was that it was his

favorite meat. I got back to my trailer in the nick of time for no sooner

did I sit in my chair after Brenden left that Haakon woak up. "Go out feed

goats?" "I play with Thunder?" He asked a few moments later. "Sure, why not

get that out of the way." I replied with a shrug. Haakon waited patiently

till I dressed him and put his "goat yard" shoes on. He walked a little bit

in front of me since he knew the way to the animal yards well. While I fed

and watered he played with a little 4 month old buck I had wethered and was

going to train him to pull/carry a cart/pack. It was just as well that

Haakon did not think of Thunder as food for he'd live a long full life if I

could help it. "Mamma... I'm having goat to eat?" He asked me as I came in

with the hose to clean and fill the goats water pails. "Yes sweetie, your

gonna have goat to eat." I answered. "Not Thunder kay." He told me. I

looked at him surprised and smiled. "Of course not baby, I already got

another goat cooking for you." "I won't ever cook Thunder." I assured him.

"Kay, Your my good Mamma for not cooking Thunder." He said with gladness. I

shook my head while I smiled at him. A few minutes later I had completed my

animal yard chores and was ready to leave the yard. "Wait Mamma, I want

eggs." He said as he went to where the hens generally laid their eggs. He

came out with a double handful of three large eggs. I tried to help him with

them but he was adimate about carrying them himself. Bad move but he had to

learn that he was still small and the dogs would try to take his treasure

away from him. And that's just what happened. It was on of our less

brighter she-dogs named Willow that swiftly relieved him of his cashe of

eggs. "MINE!" He shouted as the three eggs were forced out of his hands and

fell to the ground two of them spilling their contents on the dirt which

Willow slurped up in record time. Haakon growled and tried to retrieve the

third one. Willow growled back and bit Haakon on the hand causing him to cry

out. I yelled for the snapish dog to back away only to have her lundge at me

as well. Before I could act Haakon jumped on Willow biting her savagely on

her leg. She let loose an ear spliting yelp while tring to buck Haakon off.

He let go on his own to retrieve the final egg, cracked it and ate the

contents on the spot while Willow tucked tail and ran for the safety of the

underside of the kitchen trailer. "Mamma Willow bite me." He said crying a

little from the pain while holding his injured hand up to me. I scooped him

up in my arms and rushed inside the kitchen trailer. There I ran warm water

while applying anti-bactiral soap to the wound. It was a fair good bite but

I was not worried about rabies or anything of the like since all the dogs and

wolves had been innoculated against it. Brenden and Kirkjbur came rushing in

from the forge soon afterwards demanding to know what had happened since they

heard the sounds of the fracas outside. I had told them and asked Brenden to

check on Willow for me to see how bad Haakon had wounded her. Kirkjbur was

so enraged that Haakon had been bitten and that Willow had tried to attack

me, that he ranted while looking for the 410 shotgun to shoot the offending

dog with. It took me the better part of an hour to dissuade him. Brenden

had come in and was waiting till the discussion was over to inform me about

Willow. He told me that Willow was shaking and needed some medical

attention herself. I went out to where he had isolated her Haakon close

behind. She wimpered and cowered when she saw Haakon. I handed Haakon over

to Brenden while I examined Willow, the bite on her already seemed dreadfully

infected. I was confused by this but just like Haakon I washed the wound

throughly, put on Wound Coat©, and then gave her a shot of antibiotics. "Bad

dog, take my eggs and hurt my Mamma." Haakon stated scowling at Willow while

I finished up. "Well only because YOU had the eggs." "If you'd given me the

eggs to carry for you, you'd have all three and both you and Willow wouldn't

have bites." I said trying to explain logic to a two year old. Even if he

was far more advanced. "Hmph!" was his response while crossing his arms

over his chest. As I figured he didn't yet understand. The rest of the day

was pretty much uneventful. But by the next morning Willow's bite seemed

even more infected than ever. She made no move to object as I carfully

examined the festering wound Haakon had given her. After applying a topical

numbing agent I did my best to clean out the wound, gave her the maximum

dosage of anti-biotics, and crossed my fingers. Haakon's bite however was

almost completely healed thanks to his naturual rapid healing. By the third

morning, the infection had over whelmed her body and Willow expired.

Haakon's bite wound was fully healed with barely a scar to show for it. As

Brenden dug a hole to bury Willow in I looked at the wound once more. It

almost reminded me of how some animals die from massive infections caused by

a Komodo dragon's bite. I pondered this, Haakon had NEVER bitten anything

like this before. I wondered if it was because his instincts told him his

saliva was lethal. It could have been strictly coincidence, but I highly

doubted such a thing. Especially considering Haakon's extra-terestrial

origins. I had very little doubt that his bite WAS lethal like a Komodo

dragon's. I decided to ask my son why he'd never bitten anyone like that

before. "Cause it makes you sick and die." He answered casually. This made

me a little nervous to have my suspicion confirmed. Given his bad temper I

wondered if in childish rage he'd accidently bite one of us, or a guest, or

even a stranger. "Don't be scared Mamma, I don't bite you or Daddy, Brenden,

Freya, or Frigga." He assured firmly as if sensing my unease. "I sure hope

you don't bite ANY people." I replied. "I only bite the bad guys." He

answered back. "Bad guys?" I asked, curious what he considered "bad guys".

"Uh-huh, the ones who could hurt us or me." He stated simply. "Was Willow a

bad guy for biting you?" I asked wondering what his take was on that. "No,

she was a bad guy for tryin to bite my Mamma." He said with conviction. I

smiled that at least at this young age he was already understanding "when" to

use his lethal bite. I also smiled because this little baby son of mine felt

he was protecting me from harm the best way he could. "Well if I'm around

please ask me before you bite any 'bad guys', okay." I said. "Kay." He

replied smiling. As we watched Brenden carefully lower Willow's body into

the hole I wondered just what other unusual things my heaven sent son would

reveal to me in time. I could only hope what ever they may be I could cope

well with them.




(A/N: Boy Haakon is one person you don't say "BITE ME!" to huh? Oh and if your saying "hey he bit the pidgeon and chicken in the last chapter." Yes but not the same way he bit into poor Willow. Hope this was not a boring chapter. BDO thought it added to his back round and helped with the over all story. I hope you all are enjoying the ride, cause I am. (XD) OH and I gotta thank my own 4-1/2-year-old daughter with her help with this chapter. ;þ
Till next chapter take care.)

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