Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Lucky Chance ❯ Journey to the Past: Chapter Eleven ( Chapter 11 )

Lucky Chance 11

The abyss was almost haunting and eerie. I wondered how Trunks could've stayed sane for a whole year. Maybe he wasn't as sane as I thought he was. After all, he lived the same life as me basically. And I myself thought I was going nuts. This room was only adding to my insanity. I was going to ask him about that later.

Grandpa arranged a few pillows on the bed that was going to be mine. He had a somewhat serious look on his face. I stared contently at him, trying to read his thoughts.

"Ojiisama, am I insane?" I blurted out calmly. He gave me a funny look and chuckled slightly.

"Pan chan, what makes you ask that?" he questioned.

"I don't know…" I looked at the ground, embarrassed by my outburst. "I just think that no one can humanly survive this long without cracking under the pressure."

"Need I remind you that you're not completely human?" He gave me a smirk. "C'mon, you need to rest. Gohan's already fast asleep."

"I guess you're right. Do we start training tomorrow?"

"Yeah. I'll go easy on you two if you want."

"No way. Do you think the enemy will go easy on us?"

"Guess not." I removed my bandana and wrapped it around my leg and put my sword beside my bed, then I slid into bed.

"Good night, ojiisan."

"Night, Panny." I closed my eyes and let sleep overcome me. I thought it was about time that I had a good night's rest.

I awoke the next morning, quite rested and ready to train, but instead of seeing my father and grandpa out fighting, they were stuffing their faces full of food.

"Marnfi, Pa…" grandpa mumbled with a mouth full of food. I think he said 'Morning Pan,' but I couldn't be sure.

"Hey, you're eating." I answered. "I thought we're supposed to be training." Grandpa swallowed his food.

"Saiya-jins can't train on empty stomachs. Eat up!" He gave me a goofy grin, very similar to the one in the picture I had seen of him so long ago. It was quite the popular grin in our family. Mom called it the 'Son' grin. I looked at my father to see he hadn't even looked up once from his food. He seemed so childish. When he realized I was staring, he blushed deeply and wiped his mouth, flashing his classic 'Son' grin at me. I could help laughing at him. He was so adorable being a child. I sat down at the table and grabbed some bacon and other breakfast foods. We were done breakfast within an hour.

"Okay, here's the plan," grandpa explained. "We'll split into two teams. You two versus me. Got it?" We nodded. "Okay, follow me." Grandpa levitated above the ground and flew slowly to the outer abyss. Gohan and I followed like he said, then suddenly, Goku turned around rapidly and disappeared, reappearing right behind us and punched both of us to the ground.

"Hey! Tousan!" Gohan complained. "That wasn't fair!"

"Lesson 1, never EVER let your guard down," grandpa replied plainly. "What do you think the enemy will say if you complain about cheap shots? He'd laugh in your face." He got into fighting stance. "From this point until I say so, I am your enemy. Don't trust me, don't turn your back on me, and definitely don't argue with me." We got up and got into our own stance. Then, tousan launched forward without me.

"Gohan, wait!" I yelped. I quickly followed him and we attacked grandpa. He simply held up his arms in defense and blocked every single attack. We attacked with a flurry of punches and kicks in hopes that we could weaken him. But he wasn't even breaking a sweat blocking.

"Lemmie try a ki attack," Gohan suggested quickly as he backed up and prepared a Mesenko. He aimed it for grandpa's back while I fought him in front. Tousan fired it, but grandpa grabbed me at the last minute and put me in front of the blast. I let out a yelp and elbowed ojiisan in the gut, but he stood firm.

"Tousan!!! Stop!!" I screamed. Dad quickly diverted the ki attack up at the last second and it flew off to the distance.

"Time out!" grandpa called as he released me. "Gohan, what the hell was that? You nearly got her killed. You guys need to work on your double team. There's no way I'm letting you fight Cell like this."

"Gomen nasai!" tousan pleaded. "Are you okay, Pan?"

"I'm fine," I seethed through my teeth, trying to keep myself from growling.

"How about you two spar for a little bit?" Goku suggested. "Study each other's moves and techniques. Maybe even build a telekinetic link so you can relay attacks to each other during a fight."

"What about you?" I asked, worried.

"I'll train by myself. And I have to watch your attacks." I looked at Gohan and shrugged. He and I got into fight positions again and prepared for our spar. I launched off first and attempted to punch him, but he jumped. I quickly countered and tried kicking up, but he did a back flip to avoid the attack. He landed and jumped at me with his fist first. I turned around and ducked, narrowly missing the punch. I placed my hands on the floor and kicked up, getting him in the stomach before he could land. I did a complete flip, landing with my back to him. He pushed forward and kicked me in the back. I spun around and kicked him, but he blocked and fired a small ki blast. I jumped up, to avoid the blast and flipped over him, firing my own blast in the progress. He ducked and tripped me just as I landed on the ground. I landed on my hands and did a back flip to land on my feet. I suddenly realized he wasn't there anymore. Then, I felt a sharp pain in my back. I turned around slowly and saw Gohan standing right there with his fist drawn.

"Cheap…shot…" I whispered. He had punched me right where my tail would have been. I remember my mom cutting it off when I was very young. I was a severely sensitive spot now and tousan knew exactly how to use that against me. I felt completely paralyzed. He fazed out and appeared in front of me, punching me several times. Finally, my body moved and collapsed on the ground.

"I guess this means I won," he said with a grin. He helped me up and practically dragged me back to our little home in the middle of the abyss. Goku was there, waiting for us.

"So? How'd it go?" he asked. I flashed him an evil glare as I passed him. "I take it you lost." A low growl emitted from my throat.

"No, I simply like getting beaten up by people younger than me," I hissed. "Shouldn't you be training?" Then, I heard Gohan burst out laughing. He was holding his sides in laughter. A smile formed on ojiisan's face as he too began to chuckle. I tried to keep my angry face on, but it immediately turned into snickers and soon laughter. It occurred to me that I probably looked absolutely ridiculous when I'm angry. Soon, the day died down and it was time for sleep. My first day in hell didn't seem so bad. So far, I was having a little fun. I had friends and family. And I had someone that I thought I could never get back: my father.

Weeks went by quickly. Tousan and I learned each other's moves and strategies. We developed that telepathic link grandpa had spoke of and were flawless in our double-teaming. We had actually beaten grandpa in a spar one time. Now begun Gohan's super saiya-jin training. Everyday, he came close to becoming a super saiya-jin, but he somehow always lost it and fainted. Grandpa was also training me to see if there was even the slightest chance that I might be able to turn super saiya-jin, but I never even came close. We stood out in the void quietly. Ojiisama was in super saiya-jin mode. The weather changed rapidly from normal to ice. It began getting cold, almost unbearably cold. Grandpa stood firm, while dad and I shivered.

When I saw go, we both launch together, okay? Dad telepathically said. I nodded slightly. Go! We launched forward together and both had our fists drawn. Then, we fazed out just before reaching grandpa and appeared behind him, elbowing him the back together. He fell forward, but caught himself and did a flip, landing with his front to us. Gohan flew forward and I jumped over him, catching ojiisan off guard and landed a few kicks on him while dad was able to punch him in the stomach. I flew behind ojiisan and waited for dad's cue. Mesenko over, under and hit. Got it? I nodded. Gohan fired a Mesenko over Goku's head. I jumped up and deflected it towards grandpa's back, getting a direct hit. Dad ran forward and kicked grandpa in the stomach. Ojiisama doubled over in pain and I elbowed him in the back while dad gave him an upper cut. We backed off and gave ojiisan some room. He stood quietly, stumbling a little, but managed to stand.

"Great, you guys have improved a lot," he praised. "Let's try a different approach now. Pan and I team up against you, Gohan. Up for it?"

"Yeah!" tousan agreed eagerly. We sparred for a few hours, my dad never once giving up. He held his own against us, even when he was getting severely beaten, but he still managed to stand after each attack. He was definitely a lot stronger than the Gohan of my time. This Gohan hadn't even achieved super saiya-jin yet, but still, I could tell that he was much stronger than the androids. Eventually, we stopped for dinner and rest.

That night, I had a nightmare about the androids. They always seemed to plague my dreams, but this time, they were completely ruthless. They were hunting me down, trying to fire ki blasts to lure me out of hiding. Then, Trunks appeared. He fought the androids and suddenly, he was shot through the stomach by one of them. I woke up with a chill running down my spine. I felt so much hatred for those monsters, and because of them, Cell was perfect. I hadn't seen Cell in his perfect form, only his first one. I knew it was probably more hideous than his first. I shivered at the thought. I got out of bed, knowing that if I went to sleep again, I would only have more nightmares. There were far too many bad memories that could turn against me. I thought back to my mother, my grandma, and Bulma-san. I wondered how they were holding out, if they were worried or scared that something might have happened to us. I wished I could have sent them some sort of message letting them know everything was okay. I shook off the bad feeling and got out of bed. Surprisingly, ojiisan was awake too.

"Hey, Pan-chan," he greeted. "How come you're awake?"

"Bad dreams," I replied solemnly. "You?"

"Late night munchies," he said with a smirk. "Want some chicken?"

"No thanks." I said down beside him to sort out my thoughts. He looked at me with sympathy.

"Was your dream really that bad that you're rejecting food?" He asked, full of concern. "No saiya-jin rejects food. C'mon, eat. It'll make you feel better." I smiled weakly.

"I'm just not hungry."

"Liar. Saiya-jins are always hungry." He grinned. "You know you want it," he taunted. "Chicken…chicken…chicken."

"Alright, I'll have some if it'll make you shut up." He started laughing. He passed me a plate of wings, which I finished off quickly. "Okay, so I was hungry. Big deal."

"Wanna tell me about your dream?" he asked, getting serious.

"Um…I don't know." I thought it over. It was tempting to finally tell someone about my dreams. The only person I ever spoke to about them was my mom. "Sure." I told him about the dream, and then I went on about some of my other nightmares.

"Wow, that's bad," he said quietly. "I've never met someone who had such intense nightmares before. Hey, I know! Get one of those dream catcher thingys!" I felt a sweat drop appear on my forehead.

"Right…" I decided to change the subject. "So…Why would Kami have a room like this here?"

"I guess to train people, or drive them insane."

"Ha. People like me and Trunks?"

"There you go again, thinking you're crazy. Trust me. I've met a lot of psychos who want to rule the universe or something and you're not like them." I knew he was right. I had to be strong, and admitting I was nuts was simply saying I was weak. "I know what will make you feel better. Why don't we have a one-on-one spar?" I smirked at him.

"Sure, gramps." I stood and walked out to the void. The weather was changing again. The ice had melted and it was beginning to burn up. Fire poured through the ground. It would probably stay like this for a week or so. It made for perfect training. "So, are we going on an 'enemy' spar?"

"Nah, just a friendly match."

"Gotcha." I crouched into my fighting stance. Goku grinned and flew into the air at high speeds. I looked up and shot after him. In a sudden movement, he stopped and punched at me. I jumped out of the way and kicked. We continued to swipe and kick at each for minutes. He zoomed off and fired several energy attacks. I dodged and flew after, throwing my own blasts at him. He stopped short and pushed my attack back at me. I braced myself and was hit by the blast. It burned a little, but I quickly recovered and fazed out. I appeared behind him and elbowed him towards the ground. Fire roared towards him as he stopped and flew back up. He teleported above me and dropkicked me. I halted in mid-air and touched the ground lightly. I wasn't feeling very energetic right now, so I decided I was going to call it a night.

"I guess that's enough for now," ojiisan said with a smile. "You going to bed?"

"Yeah," I stepped up to the room where our bedrooms were. "Thanks for the workout. Night, grandpa."

"Night Pan-chan."

For months we trained non-stop. Tousan and I improved greatly. Dad finally reached super saiya-jin. He and grandpa now trained in their higher levels and learned to stay in that mode, even when eating. I was glad that they had a fighting chance now and it was even better because I was almost as strong as they were when they were super saiya-jins. Months travel by slowly. We had a routine: wake up, eat, train, eat, learn new techniques if any, eat, and then sleep. I began thinking that I could make it and in five more months, I'd be free from this room. Five more months…just five more months…