Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Nakama ❯ Omoidashite (Remember it) ( Chapter 2 )

Nakama

Chapter 2: Omoidashite (Remember it)

"It's not that I don't like her," Pan whispered, "she seems nice enough, but,"

"She just sits there and smiles." Goten nodded.

The two relatives exchanged a meaningful look, which quickly turned in a grin.

It was true, however. Mitsuko sat on the couch with a frozen smile. Her eyes looked around the room in amazement, and whenever she talked, she would answer in a soft melodic voice.

Charming, sure, but it was creepy as well.

A short conversation already revealed that Mitsuko was new in town. No, she wasn't from around and no, she had never been to the city before. What she was doing in the middle of the road? A shy smile had answered that question.

She didn't know.

All three of them were surprised she wasn't hurt, and Goten was sure he hit her. He felt something against the car before he smashed it into the tree. The entire car crash brought up another argument between niece and uncle.

And all that time, the girl sat there and smiled, watching the two bickering.

She was far from ordinary, Trunks decided. Looking at her made him slightly uncomfortable. It wasn't because she was gorgeous, or that she was ugly. She appeared normal, but wasn't. The girl had a slim face, and a petite figure. She had blonde hair, thick blonde hair which was tied in a sideways tail. The tail hung over her right shoulder, covering part of her dress.

Trunks narrowed his eyes when he first noticed her clothing. She wore a black dress which ended right above her knees. Trunks didn't even pay attention to her figures. Over the dress, she wore a purple jacket. At first, he hadn't noticed, but then he noticed how worn out the jacket was. It couldn't be hers; it looked much older than she. It was at that point when he discovered the logo on the arm.

"Mitsuko, if you've never been here before, then why do you have a Capsule Corp logo on your jacket?"

Pan stopped talking abruptly and turned to Mitsuko.

"Hey, you're right." She said surprised.

Mitsuko looked down on her jacket and noticed the logo. Indeed, it was a jacket from the Capsule Corp. Not a very smart thing to do, telling lies about where she came from when the prove she *wasn't* a complete stranger was stuck on her arm.

She looked up again and her cheeks reddened slightly. This was the first change in skin color they'd seen on her, and it suited her. She shrugged.

"So I'm not a complete stranger. I've been around for a few days and found this in the dump."

Right there, she decided she was an awful liar.

Pan nodded slowly, Goten just frowned.

"Right." He said.

Mitsuko looked at him, and instead of smiling, she giggled. At first, it was a soft, short giggle. But then, when Goten's frown turned into a grin, she continued to giggle. She even placed her hand in front of her mouth, in an attempt to stop giggling. But when Pan, who sat right across her, started to giggle as well, it was impossible to stop.

From the outside, it seemed as if Mitsuko had the time of her life. Her face brightened up, her eyes were nearly closed because of the laughter, but from the inside, she was calm.

All kinds of thoughts crossed her mind as she wondered why she was acting like this. At least they seemed to forget the whole issue. It was rather stupid of her, wearing the jacket, when she wasn't going to tell them the entire story. But the jacket meant more to her than they could ever know. It was one of the few things she had left.

Of him.

He smirked as he stepped back and ruffled her hair.

"The thing is two sized too big, silly girl."

She grinned and looked at herself. The jacket was heavy on her shoulders and looked awful with the rest of her clothes. But she pushed her nose into the fabric and sniffed deeply.

Scents of war, bloodshed, sweat and him, all mixed into one. Her fathers scent, and that's why she wanted the jacket.

"I love it." She said happily.

He tugged her tail and smiled. "It's yours then." He said and pulled Mitsuko in a hug.

"What is everyone laughing at?"

Pan almost choked on her Coke when Marron appeared behind her. The laughter and giggles stopped.

"Hey Marron, that took you long enough!" Goten greeted.

The blonde sighed and threw a bag on the couch. She walked past Trunks and greeted him by touching his arm for a second and fell down next to Goten.

"Tell me about it. Major traffic jam, I was stuck for hours." She took off one of her shoes and continued: "Did you know your car is parked into a tree?"

Pan looked over at Mitsuko and started laughing again. Goten playfully punched his niece and nodded.

"Yes, we had a little accident." He explained and nodded over at Mitsuko.

"That's - "

"Mitsuko" she answered, and stared at the new guest. Her memory wasn't that great and she had no idea who this girl was. But somehow, she seemed familiar. Very familiar.

It was as if Marron thought the same. When she first noticed the girl on the bench, a shock went through her entire body. The girl was a few years younger, though slightly older as Pan she assumed. She had blonde hair, very much like her own. And beautiful big eyes. The girl smiled at her, and Marron realized she was staring at her.

"Oh, right." She stumbled. "I'm Marron, I stalk these three goons."

"That's so sweet," her melodic voice replied. "Are the three of you best friends?"

Goten, Trunks, Pan and Marron exchanged a few looks and turned back to Mitsuko.

"We pretty much can't stand each other."

Mitsuko grinned. "I see."

In a way, Mitsuko was glad she followed Trunks and Pan home. These people seemed very nice. She wondered how they were related. If any of them knew her mother.

But asking those kinds of questions would only make them more curious about her.

No, she had to win their trust, first. But winning their trust didn't have to be that hard. They seemed nice, they seemed friendly.

"So I understand my good friend Goten here, almost killed you?" Marron sipped some Coke and looked at him. "Do I need to begin about your driving skills?"

Mitsuko laughed. "It was my fault, really. I was standing in the middle of the road." She grew tired of repeating the same thing over and over.

"But enough about my near death experience, it's making Goten uncomfortable."

Pan and Trunks laughed.

"Uncle Goten is never uncomfortable." She remarked with smirk.

There it was again. That 'uncle' thing. It confused Mitsuko. The girl, Pan, was only a few years younger than she was. And that boy she addressed as uncle, didn't look that much older.

"Pan, I think you're confusing her." Trunks said. Pan blinked.

"Am I'"

Mitsuko looked at Trunks.

Waves of pain, remorse and longing filled the emptiness, for a short moment.

"Is she?" she said softly.

Trunks rested his head on one hand and grinned.

"See, Goten is Pan's uncle, if you were wondering."

"Ah." Mitsuko answered. "That explains why she is calling him 'uncle'" she smiled.

Marron chuckled. "You're so good at stating the obvious Trunks!"

Pan rolled her eyes and looked at Goten and back to Mitsuko.

"I can see why that confuses you. He doesn't look like an uncle to you, does he?"

Mitsuko shook her head.

"Good." Goten commented happily.

"There's this huge age gap between him and his brother, my dad."

"Hey, huge is a big word Pan. Gohan is only 12 years older than I am!"

"Do you even listen to yourself?" Pan sighed and both of them started yet another argument.

Mitsuko was startled for a moment, however. That name. Gohan. So Pan was Gohan's daughter, and Goten was his brother?

"Who is he then?" she pointed at the few vague pictures of a man with dark hair. He had dark brown eyes and a happy smile on his face. He seemed pretty young, and was holding a young lavender haired boy.

"Is that you?"

He laughed shortly.

"All these questions, Mitsu-chan."

She liked it when he laughed. He didn't laugh that often. Not like that. And he was so much more handsome when he did. He looked so much happier when he laughed.

"That's Gohan."

His smile had disappeared completely.

"Why is he holding you?"

"He was my best friend, when I was younger."

"Wow." She said, dreamily and stared at the photograph. It seemed to be very old, but couldn't be, considering her father wasn't that old himself.

"Where is he now, Tou-san?" she asked.

He bit his lip and stared at the photo, with an intense look, as if just looking at it like that, would bring the person in the photo back here.

"He died, several years ago, in battle."

Battle. Her father would always say 'battle' and refuse to get into detail. The 'battle' was forbidden territory. Neither him, nor her mother spoke about it.

Apparently, this 'battle' caused the death of her father's good friend, Gohan.

"Well, it must be a lot of fun to have an uncle like that, Pan." Mitsuko smiled.

"It could have been worse, I suppose. He's not like an uncle, though."

"More a little brother" Trunks finished.

"Exactly." Pan grinned.

"And we're being mean to Goten today." Goten sighed and leaned his head on Marron shoulder.

"Help me, Marron." He whined. She just giggled and looked at Mitsuko.

"What about you? Do you have any brothers or sisters?"

"No." At least, she thought not. "I'm an only child. Don't know if I'm blessed or not." She shrugged.

"I'm one, too. And Pan, if you ignore Goten, is only child as well. Our parents had enough after one, I suppose."

"Except for Trunks."

Mitsuko couldn't believe what she was hearing. She looked at Trunks curiously, who began to blush a little and frowned.

"What? Now you say it like it's a crime to have a sister!"

A sister. Trunks had a sister. Mitsuko had trouble coping with all the news she was hearing right now.

"A sister?" she repeated.

"Bura, that's her name, isn't here right now. To be honest, I have no idea where she is." Trunks explained.

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about Bura, Trunks. Her father is with her." A new voice added to the conversation.

All heads on the couch in front of Mitsuko turned around, and saw Bulma.

"Hi Aunt Bulma!" the crowd almost cheered.

The blue haired woman smiled and crossed her arms. "I see you're having a little gathering?" she said and she glanced over at Mitsuko.

"Oh, it's been ages since I've brushed hair like this." Her voice said dreamily.

"It's only been 4 years since you cut yours, I can still remember. Why did you cut it, anyway?" she asked.

The older woman shook her head.

"I grew tired of it. It wasn't beautiful, like yours. It was a burden. But now, I regret cutting it."

"So grow it back. I always loved your hair."

"Silly girl." She smiled and finished the braid.

"Now, run along and get me those groceries. Be sure to be home before your mother notices I'm sending you."

"Oh she won't mind, would she?"

She smirked. "Probably not, but you can never be too sure. You look lovely, Mitsu-chan. Buy yourself something nice with the money you have left."

"I don't need anything nice. I have my jacket!" she said proudly and tugged at her arm. "See?"

The older woman smiled, turned her around and pushed her in the right direction.

"Go on, just go already."

"O- Obasan" she stammered.

Is it too obvious? ^^ I suppose it is, but that's exactly how I planned it. This idea has been bothering me for so long, I'm glad I'm finally able to write it out of me. The couple will be revealed properly in the next chapter. If you think this story is crap, please tell me: Leave a review! And if you think this story is okay, definitely review me to tell me that! Thanks!

- Pan chan