Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ I Never Give Up ❯ Chapter 31 ( Chapter 31 )
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By: AMCM74 
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 386 | Status: Completed
Anime/Manga: Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Hentai / Drama | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 02.08.2005 | Pages: 1 | Words: 1.8K | Visits: 386 | Status: Completed
I NEVER GIVE UP
By: AMCM74
Chapter 31
Aiko ran and in one huge leap bounded into Vegeta's arms. He hugged the little girl to him and set her back down. She stares up at him with huge eyes “My mother says I can train with you as soon as my father returns!”
Pan watch with a sense of smug satisfaction as Vegeta shifted a bit. It was a slight sign of anxiety, but it was enough to give Pan some sense of comfort. She looked at Aiko and she one again tried to toss one of her pony tails over her shoulder. Aiko had claimed that her hair was either loose or in a braid for training most of the time. It had never struck her that should or would wear it another way. Not with the twin tails on either side of her head, the child's agitation was beginning to show. With an angry jerk she moved it back only for the hair to fly forward slapping her in he face again. Pan smiled. She sure looked like a little girl now, with her pink and white striped shirt and baggy jeans that belled at the bottoms, and the tiny white tennis shoes. Pan wonder now how long this would last. Aiko's babyhood was gone. How long could she remain a child?
Bulma stared in stunned wonder at Aiko as she stood close to Vegeta. “That...That... That is our AIKO?” She thundered forward “You took her to the room of SPIRIT AND TIME!” Bulma grabbed Vegeta's arm and pulled him around to face her. “How could you do that to Trunks! He is going to kill you for this. Hell! I would kill you if I could!”
Aiko tilted her head and smiled “You can try. He likes it when you try to kill him. He was always telling me that I fight much better when I don't hold back.”
Bulma screamed at her words. “You were teaching her to FIGHT! Vegeta did you fail to realize she is a little girl! She should have been shopping or playing with dolls.”
Aiko looked over at her mother and whispered, “What is a doll?”
Vegeta flinched, Pan frowned, Aiko squinted up her eyes in confusion, and Bulma hefted the first thing she could get her hands on, a potted plant, at Vegeta's head.
Gina Devero looked at the Police Sergeant that was heading up the search for the now wanted Mark Devero. Medical files in hand and statements taken from three of the four doctors that had examined Mark, while he was at Fellowes were more then enough to assure Mark Devero was a danger to himself and to others.
“I am sorry to be putting you through this Mrs. Devero.” The Sergeant filled out a few more forms “But we have to keep this thing nice and tidy considering who, we are going after here. That is to say, your son, Mark Devero is almost a celebrity. One slip and we might have a huge legal suit on our hands”
Gina dabbed at her fake tears “It was so hard. Finding out he was alive was a great shock, but then only to learn he was no longer my precious baby. I could not live with myself if he ever hurt some one. My daughter and his fiancée signed him out of Fellowes with out taking time to learn the facts. I am pleased my lawyers were so through in their investigation of the recent event.”
The officer looked over the files again “Yes, right now our prime concern is for the welfare of Miss Briefs and Miss Sanders. But I do not want you to worry. If they have no knowledge of his condition, I am sure, he will not harm them. I am currently having all the roads closed and border guards set up. The main airfield near the Health Center is also under heavy observation. If he tries to leave the area we will have him for sure.”
Gina sighed and sat back. “I am so grateful officer. You really have no idea how important this is to me.”
Trunks groaned at the pounding on his hotel room door. Climbing out of bed he walked over and opened the door to see Melody Sanders. She pushed past him ignoring his state of undress and snapped on Trunks' TV. “You have got to see this. Its nuts!”
Trunks blinked and looked around in confusion. When was the last time a sexy young woman had barged into his bedroom while he was clothed in nothing, but boxers and a blanket? Rubbing his eyes he thought of Pan's reaction. “Melody you really should not be in here. This is just not right and I... WHAT THE HELL!” Trunks stared at the television.
“But our top story today is Mark Devero, world class businessman.” The announcer started staring out at the viewers “We all believed he was dead. These are scenes from his funeral a few months ago. None of these grieving mourners knew that in truth. Mark Devero had been taken to Fellowes Mental Heath Center in up state Kentucky. It turns out that Mr. Devero was suffering from a rare mental condition, and was no longer stable. His doctors have stated he is extremely dangerous to himself and to others, in his current state. Several attendants at Fellowes had been injured by his violent behavior and temperamental mood swings.
The State police are on the look our for Devero. He was released from Fellowes by his half sister, Miss Melody Sanders, and his fiancée Bra Briefs. Both women were not knowledgeable as to why Mr. Devero was being held at the center. If anyone sees Mr. Devero they are to act normally and refrain from confronting him. Please call this number at the bottom of our screen, if you have any information leading to the capture of Mr. Devero.” Trunks was about to click it off when Gina was flashed on the set.
“My son was hiding his illness for a long time, and no one had any idea what he was going through. Locking himself away, of his own accord, was a brave thing to do and his last recourse. I commend him for his actions. But the doctors have assured me that his illness has progressed too far and he has not control over his actions. I want to make a plea to anyone out there who has seen him to please contact the police immediately. Time is of the essence in this matter. I am offering a two million dollar reward for any information leading to his capture.”
Trunks groaned “That Bitch!”
Melody stood up and looked at Trunks “Maybe what she is saying is true. No one told me anything about this. I wish that Mr. Ambers had not gone ahead of us last night. We could really use him now.”
Trunks shook his head and looked at Melody. “What we need to a plane and fast. I am going to get Mark out of this country before your mother get him back into a hospital where she can kill him at her leisure.”
Melody clinched her fists “My mother had no idea about this. It is possible she is either telling the truth and we are completely wrong here, or some unknown party is duping her. My mother has never been anything but loving and kind to me.”
Trunks turned on Melody. “Then count yourself lucky. She has never been anything but cold and heartless to Mark, if you think so highly of her, here.” Trunks tossed her his cell phone. “Call her. Tell her where Mark is, but when she finally kills him, and believe me she will, I do not want you hiding behind me. Bra will kill Gina out right, and then come for you. Bra has gone through one living hell after another to resurrect and rescue your brother. I will not see her doing it again.”
Melody looked at the phone and sighed, “The police have everything shut down for miles and it won't take long for the hotel management to realize just who we are. There is an old runway just north of here. I can make a call to a pilot, I know. He can get us out of here with out the authorities being informed.
Trunks nodded “Sounds like a plan to me.”
Melody dialed the phone “Daddy? Yes this Melody. I need you to do me a favor. You have to keep this one quiet though. It is really important.”
Mark sat up in the bed and looked over at Bra. She was asleep tangled in the white sheet. Things had been to hot in the room the night before and the blanket had been tossed and forgotten on the floor. He stretched and flexed. It was like a breath of fresh air. He would never take these little movements for granite again. After being tied down and restrained for the last several months he found himself looking forward to sparring with Vegeta again. Sure, he would get his ass handed to him in a golden basket. But anything was better then being drugged into nirvana.
A silky hand roved over his naked thigh and he looked down to see Bra smiling up at him with sleep dazed eyes. Bra's blue hair washing over the pillow behind her. “You look happy.” She lifted her body up on one arm.
Mark was transfixed on his mate. “That would be, because I am happy Bra. I have never been so happy in my entire life.” Mark looked thoughtful “Well, I could be happier.”
Bra purred and slipped he hand higher along his thigh “And what would make you happier?”
Mark leaned over her kissing her lips gently. Pulling back he sighed, “Breakfast.”
Pan watch with a sense of smug satisfaction as Vegeta shifted a bit. It was a slight sign of anxiety, but it was enough to give Pan some sense of comfort. She looked at Aiko and she one again tried to toss one of her pony tails over her shoulder. Aiko had claimed that her hair was either loose or in a braid for training most of the time. It had never struck her that should or would wear it another way. Not with the twin tails on either side of her head, the child's agitation was beginning to show. With an angry jerk she moved it back only for the hair to fly forward slapping her in he face again. Pan smiled. She sure looked like a little girl now, with her pink and white striped shirt and baggy jeans that belled at the bottoms, and the tiny white tennis shoes. Pan wonder now how long this would last. Aiko's babyhood was gone. How long could she remain a child?
Bulma stared in stunned wonder at Aiko as she stood close to Vegeta. “That...That... That is our AIKO?” She thundered forward “You took her to the room of SPIRIT AND TIME!” Bulma grabbed Vegeta's arm and pulled him around to face her. “How could you do that to Trunks! He is going to kill you for this. Hell! I would kill you if I could!”
Aiko tilted her head and smiled “You can try. He likes it when you try to kill him. He was always telling me that I fight much better when I don't hold back.”
Bulma screamed at her words. “You were teaching her to FIGHT! Vegeta did you fail to realize she is a little girl! She should have been shopping or playing with dolls.”
Aiko looked over at her mother and whispered, “What is a doll?”
Vegeta flinched, Pan frowned, Aiko squinted up her eyes in confusion, and Bulma hefted the first thing she could get her hands on, a potted plant, at Vegeta's head.
Gina Devero looked at the Police Sergeant that was heading up the search for the now wanted Mark Devero. Medical files in hand and statements taken from three of the four doctors that had examined Mark, while he was at Fellowes were more then enough to assure Mark Devero was a danger to himself and to others.
“I am sorry to be putting you through this Mrs. Devero.” The Sergeant filled out a few more forms “But we have to keep this thing nice and tidy considering who, we are going after here. That is to say, your son, Mark Devero is almost a celebrity. One slip and we might have a huge legal suit on our hands”
Gina dabbed at her fake tears “It was so hard. Finding out he was alive was a great shock, but then only to learn he was no longer my precious baby. I could not live with myself if he ever hurt some one. My daughter and his fiancée signed him out of Fellowes with out taking time to learn the facts. I am pleased my lawyers were so through in their investigation of the recent event.”
The officer looked over the files again “Yes, right now our prime concern is for the welfare of Miss Briefs and Miss Sanders. But I do not want you to worry. If they have no knowledge of his condition, I am sure, he will not harm them. I am currently having all the roads closed and border guards set up. The main airfield near the Health Center is also under heavy observation. If he tries to leave the area we will have him for sure.”
Gina sighed and sat back. “I am so grateful officer. You really have no idea how important this is to me.”
Trunks groaned at the pounding on his hotel room door. Climbing out of bed he walked over and opened the door to see Melody Sanders. She pushed past him ignoring his state of undress and snapped on Trunks' TV. “You have got to see this. Its nuts!”
Trunks blinked and looked around in confusion. When was the last time a sexy young woman had barged into his bedroom while he was clothed in nothing, but boxers and a blanket? Rubbing his eyes he thought of Pan's reaction. “Melody you really should not be in here. This is just not right and I... WHAT THE HELL!” Trunks stared at the television.
“But our top story today is Mark Devero, world class businessman.” The announcer started staring out at the viewers “We all believed he was dead. These are scenes from his funeral a few months ago. None of these grieving mourners knew that in truth. Mark Devero had been taken to Fellowes Mental Heath Center in up state Kentucky. It turns out that Mr. Devero was suffering from a rare mental condition, and was no longer stable. His doctors have stated he is extremely dangerous to himself and to others, in his current state. Several attendants at Fellowes had been injured by his violent behavior and temperamental mood swings.
The State police are on the look our for Devero. He was released from Fellowes by his half sister, Miss Melody Sanders, and his fiancée Bra Briefs. Both women were not knowledgeable as to why Mr. Devero was being held at the center. If anyone sees Mr. Devero they are to act normally and refrain from confronting him. Please call this number at the bottom of our screen, if you have any information leading to the capture of Mr. Devero.” Trunks was about to click it off when Gina was flashed on the set.
“My son was hiding his illness for a long time, and no one had any idea what he was going through. Locking himself away, of his own accord, was a brave thing to do and his last recourse. I commend him for his actions. But the doctors have assured me that his illness has progressed too far and he has not control over his actions. I want to make a plea to anyone out there who has seen him to please contact the police immediately. Time is of the essence in this matter. I am offering a two million dollar reward for any information leading to his capture.”
Trunks groaned “That Bitch!”
Melody stood up and looked at Trunks “Maybe what she is saying is true. No one told me anything about this. I wish that Mr. Ambers had not gone ahead of us last night. We could really use him now.”
Trunks shook his head and looked at Melody. “What we need to a plane and fast. I am going to get Mark out of this country before your mother get him back into a hospital where she can kill him at her leisure.”
Melody clinched her fists “My mother had no idea about this. It is possible she is either telling the truth and we are completely wrong here, or some unknown party is duping her. My mother has never been anything but loving and kind to me.”
Trunks turned on Melody. “Then count yourself lucky. She has never been anything but cold and heartless to Mark, if you think so highly of her, here.” Trunks tossed her his cell phone. “Call her. Tell her where Mark is, but when she finally kills him, and believe me she will, I do not want you hiding behind me. Bra will kill Gina out right, and then come for you. Bra has gone through one living hell after another to resurrect and rescue your brother. I will not see her doing it again.”
Melody looked at the phone and sighed, “The police have everything shut down for miles and it won't take long for the hotel management to realize just who we are. There is an old runway just north of here. I can make a call to a pilot, I know. He can get us out of here with out the authorities being informed.
Trunks nodded “Sounds like a plan to me.”
Melody dialed the phone “Daddy? Yes this Melody. I need you to do me a favor. You have to keep this one quiet though. It is really important.”
Mark sat up in the bed and looked over at Bra. She was asleep tangled in the white sheet. Things had been to hot in the room the night before and the blanket had been tossed and forgotten on the floor. He stretched and flexed. It was like a breath of fresh air. He would never take these little movements for granite again. After being tied down and restrained for the last several months he found himself looking forward to sparring with Vegeta again. Sure, he would get his ass handed to him in a golden basket. But anything was better then being drugged into nirvana.
A silky hand roved over his naked thigh and he looked down to see Bra smiling up at him with sleep dazed eyes. Bra's blue hair washing over the pillow behind her. “You look happy.” She lifted her body up on one arm.
Mark was transfixed on his mate. “That would be, because I am happy Bra. I have never been so happy in my entire life.” Mark looked thoughtful “Well, I could be happier.”
Bra purred and slipped he hand higher along his thigh “And what would make you happier?”
Mark leaned over her kissing her lips gently. Pulling back he sighed, “Breakfast.”