Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Help! ❯ No title ( Chapter 12 )

Chapter 11

No name!

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Actua lly, I could name the chapters, but I'd just forget the titles for them. It's also official that I'm addicted to writing this story. Kami help me break the habit! Um, one problem, Dende is Kami, and do you really want to pray to Dende? No.

I don't own DBZ. So, when we last left off, I had given you guys a review of what the scene outside Capsule Corp. was so I hope you enjoy! Oh, and C Trunks: Chibi Trunks, Mirai: Mirai Trunks, you don't like well than f*** you right back! Man, I love DJ Sticky Boots's Eamon vs. Frankie! Better than the originals.

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"Trunks, you're hurting me!" The little girl, Pan, gasped out. Mirai immediately stopped.

"Are you okay? No one's tried to kill you, right?" He asked, obviously worried about the young girl.

"Dude, why you so worried about her?" Krillen asked, just getting over his laughing fit; the look on 18's face one of disgust.

"It's her grandmother that's got me so scared. If anything happened to Pan, I'd be the one to pay," he explained.

"So, basically, her grandma's got you whipped," Yamcha spoke up, joining in on the conversation.

"You could say that," Mirai chuckled.

"That's gotta be one strong woman. That or one crazy one," Vegeta spoke up.

"Yeah, very scary lady," Mirai added, shuddering at the thought of Son Chichi's frying pan. Speaking of which. "Where's Son Chichi's frying pan?" He asked.

"He killed it," she answered, pointing to her husband, with a glare that scared even Vegeta on her face.

"WHAT?!" Mirai, and for that fact, everyone who had not seen that pan break, yelled at once in a loud voice.

"It broke?" Pan asked, amazed.

"Is it just me, or is Chichi even scarier without the frying pan?" Yamcha asked, quietly.

"Yeah, I think she is," Mirai answered. The others in that little group: Vegeta, Goten, Krillen, Marron, and Pan, nodded in agreement.

"Hey, where's C Trunks?" Gohan asked, not wanting to know the answer.

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"The answer is, out to ruin your life!" Dende chuckled from the Lookout.

"Dende, you do know that he'll kill you," Mr. Popo spoke up.

"No, I'll just blame it on her," Dende answered, pointing to the authoress. (Hey! I guess I could turn this into a Dende torture fic as well if you're going to be like that!)

"Or, maybe not," Dende added, wanting to have the last word. Mr. Popo looked at Dende, who was apparently talking to himself, because he'd, Mr. Popo for the bakas, had not heard a word spoken, other than himself and the young Namekian God of course.

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"Mom, Videl, you guys think you could let me go now!" Gohan yelled after he'd been stuck in the tug-of-war-game-that-stopped-right-in-the-middle for well over an hour.

"Oh, sorry Gohan," both told him, letting go; he landed not-so-gracefully on the ground. "Okay, that hurt," he complained. He noticed out of the corner of his eye Goten and Marron sneaking of, while the other little, Pan, was busy keeping everyone's attention away from the chibis.

"Trunks, I miss my daddy," she said softly.

"Her mom died when she was born, and her dad died shortly before we came here. I, my mother, and her grandmother have been taking care of her, but, she really was attached to her father. They'd spend a ton of time together. I guess he did that so when he'd die, she'd have something to remember him by," Mirai explained.

"Awe, so sad," a voice said, Everyone looked to see who had said it. It was Vegeta, with tears running down his face, who immediately blushed, than ran inside due to embarrassment.

"Vegeta. Was. Crying. Never thought I'd see that," Goku joked, surprised.

"That was weird," Krillen added. Suddenly, loud snores drifted over the group. Every one looked to see where it'd come from. It was a couple of the students.

"Oh, opps," Goku said giving the Son Scratch and Grin.

"Why don't you take these guys up to the guest rooms," Bulma ordered. Everyone but the weakest, i.e. Bulma, Chichi, Videl, Pan, and 18 started to carry the people inside.

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"In actuality, 18 and Pan could have helped, but 18 didn't want to, and Pan had no desires to show off how strong she was just yet," Dende from the Lookout said. Mr. Popo looked over at the young God, then pulled out a cell phone and began to punch a number into it.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ < p>"Now what do we do?" Goku asked.

"I have no idea," Gohan answered. Nods of agreement came around the room.

"I'm bored tou-" Pan began, clamping a hand on her mouth. Everyone but Mirai looked at her quizzically. Mirai just looked terrified.

"No, you don't know what you just did!" Mirai yelled.

"Were you about to say tousan?" Gohan asked, getting eye level with the young girl.

"Yes," she said, looking down.

"Who's your tousan?" Bulma asked, curious, like everyone else in the room.

"Trunks? Help me," the little girl said to the older guy.

"What would your grandmother want you to do?" He asked.

"I don't know!" She wailed.

"Pan, why don't you and I step outside for a minute," Gohan suggested, curious and suspicious.

"O, ok, okay," she sniffled. Taking her hand, the two walked outside.

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The next chapter should be very interesting. Not really much else I want to say. Have any of you guys heard of this author named Neil Shusterman? He was talking to my school today. He said there was no such thing as writer's block. Oh, sorry, but there is. All you have to do is see all my half finished stories to see that. Well, Ja ne!