Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lost ❯ Lost and Found? ( Chapter 35 )

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Man my updates are lagging behind these days……er.……months. Mostly due to the amount of dialogue needed in the chapter. I hate writing dialogue, especially Vegeta's. Did you noticed that he didn't talk much the last time??? Goku's a little OOC here, but hey when I tried to fix it well, lets say I just stuck with what I originally had. Anyway, SABI, you should be familiar with her by now, has proposed that I finish this before the end of the school year. Sounds slightly impossible in my own opinion, but I am willing to take a crack at it. Wish me luck!!

Disclaimer: I don't own DragonBallZ or any of its characters!!

Lost

Chapter 35…………

"We can't just sit here," interjected a despairing voice. The hopeless attitudes towards Xenia astonishing him. He gazed around the room, searching every pair of eyes. All were devoided of hope, but there still was some resistance in his father's eyes. He could see the slightest flicker of hope and just hoped it wouldn't go out.

"She didn't want to be near us!!"

They turned to the infuriated demi-saiyan. His limp lavender hair shielding his soaked face from view, "Why did she run away? Why did she?!"

The question hung in the air for a moment, unanswered. Nobody dared to utter a sound as Trunks's fingers dug into the chair-arms relentlessly. It was a wonder to how it remained intact.

Abruptly, Bulma stood up and reached out a comforting hand to her son, but he jerked away from her and looked away. He couldn't stand their sympathy!!

Gohan witnessed this; the silence that was broken by sobs or a cry of indignation. Yet it puzzled him as well……..why did she flee from them?

"Whatever we do………we have to do it now," came a trembling voice. Gohan watched Bulma turn abruptly and stare into his mother's eyes. There seemed to be an unspoken conversation between the two women; as if they knew something that the rest did not.

Chichi grabbed Bulma's hand and tugged on it ever so slightly, "Bulma, we have to tell them."

Yet, Bulma dreaded this moment and wrung her hands nervously as she shifted her gaze around the room.

"Bulma."

She gazed at the woman next to her once more. The obsidian orbs pleading desperately with her. Yet, if she disclosed the horrifying fact, then there would be no telling what chaos would erupt from the already emotional men around her.

Another tug and Bulma sighed as she sat down uneasily on the end of the couch. Her gaze flickered up to meet her husband, who was leaning impassively against the wall, before she found the will to speak.

"When……." Her eyes shifted to her squirming fingers, "When Xenia was brought here……I decided to run a blood test on her. To find out why she had reacted so strangely to the senzu bean."

She paused and took a deep breath, "And I……..I found something…….."

Gohan shifted and leaned forward against the small coffee table, "Found what exactly?"

"…….a virus." Bulma's voice was hardly above a whisper.

"Well, if that's all…….." Gohan sat back a little more at ease. For a moment there he thought……..

"No Gohan."

He sharply upturned his face and found himself met with two piercing aquamarine orbs.

"The virus contained within her blood stream is none that I have ever seen or at least I remember seeing before. Once it comes within contact with healthy living plasma, it……atomizes it."

Gohan choked as the words fell on his ears, his apparent disbelief at the news sinking into the other occupants of the room.

"What does all that mean?!" Demanded Goten furiously.

"It means……." Gohan averted his eyes to the floor and grinded the wooden arm of the chair in his hand, "…….it atomizes her plasma, in other words it's destroying her blood cells which would eventually lead to her death."

"What!" Goku cried in disbelief, "Bulma there has to be a cure."

The blue-haired genus averted her eyes.

"Bulma!"

"Xenia's wounds……."

Gohan once again regained the floor as his voice fell over the silence that followed Goku's outburst.

"Her cells are beginning to break down aren't they…….that is why her body began to self mutilate itself."

"That is the only possibility I could come up with, it would also explain her violent reaction to the senzu bean."

Bulma risked a glance at the Son family and immediately regretted it. Their faces were stark white with eyes filled with unbridled fear that ate away at her heart. Bulma listened as Gohan sought for more reasons behind the present situation, as everyone else listened intently to the two geniuses conversation.

Yet, not everyone listened. Instead Trunks gazed at the two dumbfounded, their voices already tuned-out. She was dying…….Xenia was dying. The thought was foreign to him, impossible, and absurd.

He stood up and stalked towards the window beside the front door; wary of the glances he was receiving from the others.

However, the two intellectuals continued their conversation taking no notice of the teen's activities and Trunks was thankful of this. The last thing he needed was more sympathy from them.

He watched as the rain and lightening pelted the earth relentlessly, each rumble shaking the ground ever so slightly. A small umbrella poked out from the fencing that opened before the path to Capsule Corp.'s door. Soon it was followed by a young couple that ran fruitlessly through the rain, for the small thing failed to keep them dry.

He couldn't fathom Xenia being out there now. The image of her body shivering as it desperately sought warmth from some putrid object shook him to the very bone.

"I'm going out."

He turned and watched his mother glance at him, "Out?"

He nodded and walked to the door. Grabbing the knob, he glanced back, but Bulma just sat there; staring at her son. Her mouth opened to speak, but quickly closed as she swiftly turned away. What could she say? What could anyone say?

The door closed softly as the demi-saiyan exited into the world that seemed to be mourning every day now. Shoving his hands into his pockets he walked down the long path and turned onto the sidewalk; paying no heed to the rain that soaked his torso.

For the first time, Trunks scrutinized the fair city he grew up in. Glancing through every window and every alley. He knew some watched him with a peculiar expression, after all how many times could you catch the future president of Capsule Corporation stalking the streets in the soaking rain. A camera flashed and he cursed silently to himself. His mother just had to tell the tabloids that she planned to make him president in a few years.

He glanced to his right and caught a rather pathetic sight. A girl……or was it a man that laid face forward in the muck of an alley. What appeared to be the remains of a cardboard box underneath her….…..yes it was a girl…….her clothing was torn, but most of the her torso was held from view by numerous garbage cans that lined the sides of the buildings. He turned away and started walking again; no use in wasting time here. Just another drunkard bum who had passed out in the rain.

One foot infront of the other he told himself mentally as he continued into West City.

A loud high-pitched scream filled the air and he spun on his heel to find a young girl no older than four clinging tightly to who he guessed was her father. Her fear of the loud claps of thunder evident through her fervent whimpers. He could remember another little girl who had the same fear….no he shouldn't think of that. Shaking his head ruefully, he repressed the memories into the far recesses of his mind before turning to face the source of the girl's fear. A strange sight greeted him. A large ravenous bolt of white energy streaked down from the sky, hitting its target in one of the alleys he had passed before. Yet, what puzzled him most was the amount of time it lingered. His conscious told him to go and check if anyone was hurt, but he stood still and watched with fading interest as the light vanished from view. He kept his gaze steady, wary of the people around him as they bumped into his still body every now and then. Why go? Why help now? What was the use of it? Giving a grunt of frustration and annoyance he turned away, but suddenly found himself stricken frozen as a chilling sensation ran up his spine. That energy, it was small, yes, but indubitably passed the amount that of any regular human. Quickly he stretched out his senses and found another surprise that he hadn't anticipated.

That ki…....it couldn't be……..it was impossible…….

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Footsteps again, this time slower and almost hesitant. Probably just some bum staggering through……

I leaned against the gritty surface that lined the tall building beside me. Never would have guessed that raising my power just that much would make me so exhausted. In a vain attempt, I tried to keep my eyes from closing, but that was turning into a losing battle already…….

"Xenia?"

The voice cut through me and my body grew rigid. That voice…….I glanced up and around myself as I heard my name be spoken. That couldn't be who I thought it was. I had only been on Chikayuusei for how long? A couple of hours? Then again I did pass out so…….a slight ache began to grow in my head. Today was not a good day for my brain. All it did was give me migraines.

Silence ensued and I sighed. Maybe I was finally losing it. Took long enough; with my psychological problems you would think this would have happened sooner.

A small gasp escaped my lips as my stomach twisted itself into a knot. I could barely see them; four fingers that had curled themselves over my shoulder.

"Xenia?"

I felt my brain scream in panic, but didn't show this emotion to the person behind me. Instead I stared out into the street, following the people who ran through the rain.

"Xenia?" This time the hand shook me slightly and I tried my hardest to ignore it.

Who was this? What did they want? How did they know me?

I could feel the ki then. They were bringing it up ever so slightly and the familiar warmth that greeted me made me want to bolt like the man from earlier.

//Gonna have to face them sooner or later.// Once again I thanked my brain for its brilliant interjection…….Dende why did it always do that?

"Trunks……."

I turned and gazed up at his face. The evident shock and disbelief in his eyes surprising me.

"Xenia……is it……"

His eyes swept over my body for a moment before returning to my face. He tentatively reached out to touch me, but I jerked back against the wall; my frown deepening into a scowl.

"It is you, isn't it?" He asked settling himself on his knees.

"Who else?" I asked twisting my scowl into a false smile. No use in keeping up the tough act with him. He gazed at me uneasily for a moment, but quickly looked away.

"Why are you here?" He asked hesitantly.

Now I had to justify my existence to him? "I guess I don't belong anywhere, huh."

He quickly whipped around, "No! I didn't……I mean……" His tongue snuck out and darted over his lips, "Why are you `here', in this alley?"

I simply shrugged, "It's suiting isn't it."

I glanced down at the filthy pavement beneath me. I belonged here; in a place that reflected all the atrocities that I had rot across the universe. A few holes, some broken pavement and some splattered blood and it would be home.

"No it doesn't."

I glanced up at him, not caring for the rain that blurred my vision, "What?"

"Come back with me."

His face was stern and showed he wouldn't stand for any rebuttal that disagreed. I almost laughed. His resemblance to Vegeta at the moment was striking and the gaze too familiar.

I would love to go……..

"I can't."

I turned away, ashamed of my presence. I'd love to, but I didn't deserve it. I didn't deserve to be alive right now…....but…….

My eyes involuntarily flew to my stomach. It was strange how something created from nothing, no love or feelings what so ever, could cling to a person's heart so tightly.

"Why? Why can't you come?" His tone was becoming desperate and the small tug on my arm made me wince.

"I don't deserve it." I whispered more to myself. "I don't deserve pity or any type of kindness."

There I go again with the self-condemnation. Why did I continuously degrade myself into the ground?

//Because whenever they are around, your atrocious crimes are stark and bright as if the blood you have spilt, has stained your body for eternity.//

I knew this personality. It had risen before. Remnants of the old Xenia that still tainted my soul. She would never leave, her deceitful coils were wound too deeply around my entire being. Another reason why I couldn't allow myself to be near them. I didn't trust myself.

His hands tightened on my shoulders as he forced me to turn around, "Are you so stupid?!"

That didn't need to be answered. I turned away from his frustrated face, wanting nothing more than for him to leave.

"Why do you act as if this only affects you?"

I granted myself a peak at his face. The turmoil that shown out from his eyes making me choke on the words in my throat.

"Why?" He was shaking now. Trembling…….but why? What was upsetting him so much?

"Trunks……I……" My eyes averted to the small bottles that I held tightly to my chest.

"You don't know how it feels……"

My head snapped up at the comment, what?

"How much it hurts us." Trunks whispered despairingly, but I didn't even register the emotion that emanated thickly from his voice. I didn't know how much it hurts! Among my fabricated life, being tortured and separating myself from the very people I longed to be with! I didn't know what the pain felt like?!?!

"I don't know how much it hurts?"

His head whipped up as he searched my face. The statement was filled with venom and it had probably shocked him to hear me say something so full of hatred to him. At least now it was.

I hated the anger that swelled up inside of me. I truly hated it, yet I couldn't stop myself from losing myself in it.

"I don't know what it feels like?!?" I lashed out with my right hand, thrusting the demi-saiyan to the ground.

His eyes widened as I pushed myself up, wincing as the slightest pressure was placed on my ankle.

"My life has been a living hell Trunks Briefs! I have killed millions, enjoying every moment that they squirmed in pain……you don't think that kills me every moment! And to top it all off I almost killed my entire family and even kidnapped MY OWN MOTHER with plans to torture her!!"

I panted heavily as the words came out loud and laced with malice. He didn't answer, but did not avert his gaze from me either. Instead his eyes steadily bored into me, testing my words.

Who does he think he is?!

He shifted his weight and pushed himself upright with his left arm, "Xenia I-"

"Shut up!!" I could feel my ki rising as the anger grew. Why was I getting so upset! So angry that I wanted to……. "I don't want to hear your excuses or apologies! I hate the way you make me feel! You say that you want me to come back and you act as though you have forgiven me for everything I have done! But I know better Trunks! Just look at your own father! He has killed millions as well and when I was young I still could see the contempt in Tien's eyes! The flash of hatred in Yamcha's! There will always be that hatred, it can never be thrown away! Why don't you quit trying to be mister nice guy and treat me like the monster I am!!"

Trunks quickly jumped up from his position on the soaked concrete; his face twisted into frustration and anger.

"You are not a monster!"

"Yes I am!" I screamed, not caring about the people who peered into the alley, watching our argument in their silent wonder.

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"-and if we can find her we can……" Bulma stopped as she witnessed Gohan's body go rigid as his head turned to look out the window on the far side of the room. Glancing around herself, she found the others doing the same, or rather the other saiyans. Chichi gazed at her questioningly, but Bulma simply shook her head.

"She's here."

All eyes settled on Goku as he stood up from the coach, his steps hesitant.

She's here? Bulma scrunched her nose in confusion, who……oh dear Dende! Could it be……

"Xenia is here?"

The slightest nod was the only answer given and an uncomfortable silence settled over the room.

"Her ki……" Gohan started following his father's lead, "I can feel it……"

Bulma turned to Chichi half expecting her to scream and rant at her husband any moment now, but she said nothing. No scolding, no fierce commands telling him to get Xenia and bring her back;

just……silence.

Goku's steps diverted from their original path and now led the saiyan to the door, "I have to go and get her."

A blur of blue and black was all that was seen before a low growl was drawn from the saiyan. Vegeta stood infront of Goku now, blocking the exit from his younger rival.

"No Kakarrotto."

Goku's hands clenched themselves into tight fists, the muscles shaking with anticipation. If no one intervened, then there would be repeated performance of the day's earlier events.

Yet before anyone could utter a word, Vegeta's voice fell over the room, "Kakarrotto you truly are a third class bakayaro! Did you not see the fear in her eyes when we left that frozen wasteland! How she ran away from us all?"

"Vegeta," Goku took a step forward towards the saiyan prince, "I have to go. She is my daughter and I have to-"

"She doesn't want to see you!"

Goku gasped from the implausible statement that had been uttered, "And what would you know Vegeta. You haven't spoken with her!"

Vegeta narrowed his eyes and regarded Goku warily for a moment, "In the infirmary, when she woke up, my first course of action was to retrieve the onna and you as well, but she pleaded with me. She told me that she didn't want to see any of you."

"Liar!" Goku snarled, his body trembling in its desire to pummel the saiyan prince.

"There is something you will never understand Kakarrotto, for you have never shed an innocence's blood before. She hates pity, hates kindness, all that she knows is that she is a monster that has killed millions. She knows you will receive her with kindness and sympathy and she hate the thought of that."

"How would you know?"

"Is your memory failing you Kakarrotto? I was just like that. I killed for the pleasure of seeing people in pain, I enjoyed every moment of it. But when I came here and received all that kindness, sympathy and pity, it made me hate all of you."

"Vegeta." Bulma whispered silently as she stood up.

"Let me go to the girl."

Another step forward, "Vegeta."

"Would you rather have her run? In her condition, she will die if we leave her out there."

"Dad," Goku glanced back at his eldest son. He saw all their faces and resented the plea within their eyes. Was he even her father anymore, or was Vegeta better casted for the role? He seemed to provide useless help when it concerned Xenia and it killed him to know this. It killed him to know that he couldn't do anything to help his daughter.

"My brat is there as well. I rather deal with him myself. I don't believe he is going to do us any good."

"Trunks?" Goku inquired hesitantly.

Vegeta remained silent only granting a small nod for response..

"Alright, go." Goku muttered as he averted his eyes to the floor. Vegeta simply nodded and turned to open the door, only sparing a small glance back before leaving the dismal group to only hope for Xenia's safe return.

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That brazen, arrogant, impudent, vexatious, conceited, over-bearing…….bastard…….I growled angrily as my mind ran out of adjectives for the man infront of me. The more colorful synonyms having being wasted when I had first started.

"Just go!!"

He merely shook his head and took a step forward.

"Why don't you leave me alone?!" I demanded as the frustration and confusion gnawed at my brain.

"Because……." He trailed off, his attention now on something else. What the? I followed his gaze and gasped. About a dozen people stood outside the little enclosure around me, staring at the both of us in bewilderment.

"What are you all staring at?!" I demanded, my anger rising with the invasion of privacy.

A little girl screamed and some women muttered disapprovingly to themselves before scowling at my assumed antics.

"Well?!"

Some shook their heads in disappointment and pity, while the others simply turned away. I knew what they were thinking…….me with my scantily dressed clothing and Trunks over here playing protective hero. Bunch of nosy people that had nothing better to do……..

I was quickly snapped out of my reverie by a sharp tug on my wrist. My feet unwillingly complied as Trunks dragged me deeper into the alley, my mouth dying to scream profanities at the man. Yet, my `encounter' with the people from before made me think it over.

"Trunks! What are you doing?"

A quick turn and I found myself pressed against a grimy brick wall again. A dumpster by my side and a couple of garbage cans on the other. I glanced up and found an awning conveniently hovering above me, shielding my body from the frozen rain. Yet, my eyes wandered over the demi-saiyan in front of me, taking in his still figure that stood defiantly in the torrent that fell from the sky.

The position I was in brought the unwanted memories from earlier into my mind.

"Trunks?" I ventured tentatively, confused by his sudden actions.

He stepped forward, his face shielded by his soaked lavender locks. His arms came up and I held my breath in anticipation. Just what was he---

My thoughts were cut short as he swing both hands forward, plowing each palm through the brick that was above my shoulders. Another step and I gasped as he leaned his face forward stopping mere inches before mine.

//What is he doing?!?!?//

"You don't realize it, do you?"

His face was still shielded from my view, but the tone he had used suggested a great sadness residing in his heart.

"Realize? Trunks what-" The words died in my throat as he glanced up at me; his desolate eyes boring into mine. Was my mind playing tricks on me? Was it just the rain or were those…tears?

"You don't realize how this affects them…….how it affects…….." He trailed off for a moment, averting his eyes to the ground, "Me."

The word had been uttered barely over a whisper, but my perceptive saiyan hearing caught it easily. Him? Why would it……..

He pushed off from the wall, this time turning completely away from me. I stared at his back, not venturing from my stance against the wall.

"Why can't you come back with me."

There was a wrenching desperation in his voice that made my heart leap into my throat; choking the words that I wished to speak. Or maybe it was the fact that he hadn't asked me, just merely stated it as a blatant fact. As I listened to the rain pelt the soaked form, an overwhelming feeling ran through me. I had always hated seeing Trunks this way, so somber and forlorn, and now I was the cause for his anguish.

He turned swiftly as his hand swung out to grasp tightly on my shoulder, "Please."

My fists clenched themselves against my chest as his eyes bored into me desperately, searching for some hope, "Please."

Millions of emotions assaulted my body in rapid succession. First happiness, then relief, hesitation, fear and finally anger. I hated being put on the spot like this, expected to acquiesce to his pitiful pleas, "No."

"Why not?!" He demanded harshly as is fist flew into the hard concrete. The loud impact causing bits of debris to fly around us. I swallowed uneasily as I observed his unbridled frustration explode and echo in the small alley way.

"Because-" My mouth ran dry as the energy assaulted my senses. No, was it…...that power……..

Did they all know I was here? Moreover, if they did, then why would he only come?

"Boy. It seems your persistence with the girl hasn't done any good."

My head slowly turned as the voice fell upon my ears. Hesitantly I glanced up in silent wonder as Vegeta landed beside us.

"Father……." Trunks turned his attention to the new arrival, "What are you doing here?"

That question was being asked a lot today……..

Folding his arms in typical style, the saiyan prince frowned, "I should ask you the same thing, boy."

His eyes shifted from Trunks and I found myself turning away from him quickly. More people to heighten my insecurity, just great. I felt him or rather both of them more accurately, inspect me for a moment. I couldn't sense any anger emanating from Vegeta; only a bit of annoyance and that wasn't directed towards me.

I glanced back at Vegeta and frowned as I noticed where or rather what his gaze was resting on. I had completely forgotten about it. It must have gone numb from the frigid rain and the lack of medical attention. However, though the lessened pain was welcomed, in no way did it delight me. When a wound becomes numb, that is never a good sign. After all the pale flesh that hung loosely over the gouged ankle wasn't the most pleasant of sights. That I could guarantee.

His eyes flew back up to my face holding an emotion I couldn't quite place. I searched him quietly for a moment and discovered that his demeanor held no contempt or the usual hard impassive stare. Just a questioning glance that confused me, fore I had never seen Vegeta ever look at someone like that before. Silence reigned over the three of us; a loud clap of thunder possessing the only interruption.

My other arm came up and secured my hold over the two flasks. Their appearance creating an uneasiness in the pit of my stomach. I allowed myself a small peek down at them and sighed in relief as I found them there, unmarked.

I could feel their eyes on me; watching every move and scrutinizing every stare or glance, all the while in complete and utter silence. This suddenly felt like a zoo, with myself being the main attraction. Though the silence did make this spectacle a bit unnerving, even more then usual.

"What are you doing here girl?"

Hmmm……..so I am girl again. No onna? I guess it was just a slip of the tongue before and now that Trunks was here……..Well, better to not dwell on such a small thing.

What am I doing here……..now there is a question I have been hearing all day…..

"Ask Trunks. He's only asked me about a hundred times."

His gaze shifted to the demi-saiyan, a deep frown now placed upon his face, "Well, boy?"

Trunks's head whipped back and forth between us and I couldn't help myself from laughing at the confused man. Two against one, I liked these odds.

"Well," Trunks turned to me, "You didn't exactly answer me when I asked you before."

Ok, maybe I hadn't……uhhh…….

I found Vegeta impenetrable gaze locked onto me again. Center of attention, again, oh great……..

Did they expect me to divulge everything to them? To pour out my heart and soul??

"Why am I here?" I repeated the question, wondering what exactly they could be expecting. Yeah, like I could even answer that question myself. I wanted to die on Pluto, but I couldn't, could I? All the pain, all the hatred..….I couldn't escape it because of…....

"I'm…...." Ok, do I really have to say it? I followed the rain as it swirled against the pavement, lost within my own thoughts. Did I have to?

"Xenia." A hand cupped my chin and I allowed myself a peek at the person infront of me. No words, just Vegeta starring back at me.

"Come on onna."

I couldn't help but smile at the word. Ok, maybe it wasn't a slip of the tongue. I felt his arms wrap around my torso and lift me up so that I was cradled against his chest.

"Hold on."

I glanced up and frowned, "Ummm……."

I let my eyes trail to my chest where to the bottles had taken refuge. He followed my gaze and nodded, tightening his hold on my body. Glancing up, I saw Trunks scowling at the both of us. A knot of guilt twisted itself inside of me and I snuggled my head against Vegeta's shoulder. Better to avoid him…….

My eyes grew heavy and for once I didn't fight them. I needed to rest, to escape this nightmare that was my life.

The last thing I could remember was Vegeta's warm energy surrounding me as he took me back to Capsule Corp.

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"The big hero…….." Trunks drawled angrily as he watched his father's vapor trail disappear.

Why did she trust his father so much. Didn't she realize that he cared about her?

His fist clenched into a tight ball. No, she didn't. She wouldn't let him in, just spit profanities and argue until his voice hurt. Why did he care anyway? After everything she had done, why did he care so much?!?!?

No answer was provided and Trunks found himself staring up into the dark clouds that swirled threateningly in the sky. The scowl on his face deepened, the anger fueled by the unknown reason he sought for. Sighing in defeat, the demi-saiyan shook his head. Now wasn't the time to think about this…….

His own energy began to slowly rise and gyrate around his body as he prepared to leave……

A smile tugged at his lips and he found himself unable to repress the action as another thought came to mind.

//At least she is back……..//

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Now this chapter was hard to write. Forget fighting scenes, dialogue is the toughest thing. What do you think, huh? Kinda boring…good? Sorry about the late update again. I am gonna try to write this week end since I got Monday off as well. Oh yeah, ok I started this fic BEFORE I saw the end of DBZ so I gonna have to apologize for the mixed up ages for Bra and Pan. I always kinda thought they were close in age…so in the fic Bra is 10 and pan in 9. Videl and Gohan got married very early…….

Anyway I just wanted to point that out since those two will have cameos in upcoming chapters. Gotta go minna-san. JA NE!!