Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ The things we do ❯ Saiyan Help ( Chapter 2 )

The things we do

Saiyan Help

 

Bulma had the house prepared. All the mirrors were covered in black. There was plenty of food-- Security around the compound was tight. There would be reporters around to get the off chance to catch a story at CC

 

She carefully arranged the things needed after the funeral.

 

She left the house to the large workshop to double check the most important thing. There gleaming was the newest model of space ship. The ship was well stocked with provisions. However, mostly it had Saiyan armor, and other gadgets she hoped they would not need.

 

Traditionally, warriors would go on a hunt after a death: Reclamation of the spirit. Losing one's mate was a deathblow to a Saiyan; it was a mating for life. The women including Bulma could survive if their husbands were killed- Chichi had when Goku died. The men though they could easily succumb.

Vegeta was hopeful though, since the women were not Saiyans; Goku and Gohan could survive-

 

He hoped that this hunt to chase death spirits away, though it was only a symbolic tradition would lend a therapeutic experience to Goku and Gohan and revive them from this blow—

 

Very rarely did Vegeta do any kind of ceremony—it seemed as he aged though he partook in many earth customs; then out of curiosity from Bra and Pan, he began celebrating customs and traditions he had left behind on Vegeta-sei. This one was the most important.

 

Bulma checked the coordinate again. She knew Vegeta had picked a planet that was uninhabited by humanoids. It was a wild world, as he called it. He hoped after three decades it remained that way.

 

It would take them 2 months to reach it.

 

Bulma had stashed some experiments that she would love to run in outer space. She planted them in Gohan's quarters. Smiling, she knew Gohan would find them and to beat out the boredom and the fights between Goku and Vegeta he would work on them. This would be his distraction.

 

She was pleased. I f anyone could follow her plans it was Gohan. Now her ship could serve part of its original plan—her smile faltered as she remembered the new reason it was being used. Sadly, she left the workshop and returned inside.

Guests would be arriving soon--------

 

 

 

Bra wanted so much to shake Goten out of his tears. She wished that he would not cry. Pan was not crying—she stopped thinking like that.

 

Her attitude needed to be in check. Goten's tears was not why she was angry. She knew that- it was just so hard watching her brave warrior suffer; she knew that he felt grief from Goku and Gohan too.

However, what she feared, what they all feared, was Pan's detachment. Pan and Goten were like siblings. The coldness that enveloped Pan had left Goten broken. It was as if he was crying for both of them.

 

Bra realized that Trunks just might be having a worse time then she was.

 

Arriving home, Bra led Goten to the dining room and left him with the mountain of food laid out. She really did not are if he ate it all. Anything would be better then him being so sad.

 

In the kitchen, she found her mother. The blued haired only locked eyes, Bra could see the gratitude in Bulma's.

 

The Son's were like family- and Bra was continuing that relationship.

 

They sat at the table each lost on other thoughts. Form once Bulma was grateful for having hired a butler to handle the influx of those paying their respects to the family.

 

 

The evening wore on and Bra was restless yet tired. She had Goten relaxing in a hot tub, while she readied herself for sleep. She did not intend to let Goten out of her sight and alone for the night. He clung to her anyway, and she just wanted to sleep her tiredness away wrapped in his embrace.

 

Before Goten finished his soak, Vegeta came to see her.

 

He stood in her threshold of her room, admiring, proudly her beautiful form.

 

In an intense moment he smiled which made Bra smiled in return. Softly he whispered to her... not wanting others to overhear…

 

“You remind me so much of your mother, you are strong and proud too, So much like a Siayan too…Bra, take care of him. Do not lose your warrior. Be happy”

 

Vegeta kissed Bra on her forehead and left.

 

She slowed her breathing and her racing heart. Her father was proud of her! It was a drunken feeling. Just when he gave her encouragement, he was leaving. She prayed for his success, and his return

 

Trunks knew that time was slipping away. Pan just kept string off and he feared that if he did not get a response soon, she would be left alone. He would not leave her- but Gohan and Goku would be leaving soon with his father.

 

They would not be longer then six months but that was an eternity at this moment. He felt like a failure. He was so unsure of how to handle the situation. Besides Goten he was the closest to her- if he could not help then Goten would have to step in…

 

The way Goten looked though Trunks could not see much success there either.

 

Hitching he noticed Pans change of posture- she jumped to the sky before he could react- cursing he flew up intent on not letting her out of his sight.

 

At the last possible moment, Trunks caught up to her, and they approached CC together. She landed and rushed to the work lab.

 

His mother was opening the retractable roof… Pan rushed inside and stood before her father.

 

Trunks close behind watched for the first time that day, a flicker of emotion in her eyes…

 

Trunks felt helpless

 

Gohan had obviously sent a feeling or warning to Pan… a father calling his child in fro the cold—Pan responded to that summons.

 

“Pan, I am leaving now,” he told her softly.

 

“Yeah I know” still no emotions.

 

Goku then asked of her, “Will you take care of Goten for us?”

 

Pan turned an eye toward her grandfather, said nothing, but nodded.

 

Goku gave her a Son smile.

 

Next, Gohan reached out to hug her and she let him, but could force her arms up…

 

“I love you Panny,” Gohan sobbed out.

 

Her breathing quickened, but still she did not let tears fall…

 

Goku grabbed Trunks hand and then hugged him. Whispering to his ear, “Please don't lose her.”

 

Trunks replied, “I won't.”

 

Gohan released Pan. His emotions on high and his worry evident on his face. He too shook Trunks hand, however he said, “I trust you Trunks, take care.”

 

This time Trunks could not speak, he only nodded his head, feeling the loss…

 

Vegeta stared intently at Pan, his penetrating gaze forced Pan to meet his eyes.

 

She began to speak, “Sensei... Gomen—“

In all his stoic persona- Vegeta looked, half agonized but held his emotions as tightly as hers. He interrupted her apology, “Daughter, be well, be strong, we will return.”

 

If the sentiment bothered Gohan, he did not show it—Goku only gave a partial smile this time.

 

Then Son's then departed inside the ship—

 

Once again, a mask was over Pan's emotions

 

Trunks looked to Vegeta- Vegeta bowed his head and turned back to the ship.

 

Trunks backed up from the craft taking Pan with him…it needed space to engage the engine.

 

HE led her to safety and the ship blasted off.

 

For thirty minutes, Trunks stood outside toil he could no longer see the last point where the boosters had fired.

 

Bulma led Pan inside to encourage getting her to eat.

 

When Trunks could not make out the speck, his COM link watch buzzed

 

It was a communication from the ship. Instantly he rant o the Com Mantle.

 

On the video monitor was his father.

 

`Father, is everything ok with the ship?”

 

“Yes, I alerted you, I wanted to talk”

 

This puzzled trunks greatly. I was not often his father just wanted to talk to him.

 

Surprise was written all over his face, and this made his father laugh.

 

`Don't fret my boy; I have not lost it yet! I only wanted you to know everyone's opinion -”

 

Curious now, “What do you mean?”

“Pan… Gohan trusts you- he was letting her go- giving you his blessings.”

 

“Father I don't think…”

 

However, Vegeta cut him off

 

“Just listen, she's not ready, she might not recover though, but she might—well respond better if- well just how Goten will do better with Bra..”

 

“I don't know father…” Trunks confessed

 

“You do not have to do anything- just she might do better if she could find someone- if not you- but you will be responsible for looking out for her” Vegeta was adamant about that, “I am afraid she might not recover without…something to love”

 

“Dad!”

 

Vegeta took a moment to assess Trunks posture. He looked overly frightened over this, but it did not matter. Vegeta would not lose a Saiyan like this, and Trunks could do well with figuring out his feelings later…

 

“She will hate, hate will kill her,—she needs something to love… Look, Kakarot and Gohan believe this —I tend to side with them … I know what Hate does… They would rather not see Pan go down my dark path… She acts like too much already”

 

Trunks knew how frightened Gohan and Goku must be to think that Pan could become as Vegeta had once been, “Are you sure Gohan wants this?”

 

“It's not his want- he wants his baby girl frozen in time and waiting for him when he returns! Not reasonable (Vegeta yelled this) I know! Never the less he is relinquishing his responsibilities to you—you are now in place of us. Use Uub and Goten to help… Ninjen, Baldie, and the Namek… They will not let you down, you know that—Just, legally, until we return Pan is in your custody… your mother has the documents...”

 

He shook his head over all of this, Vegeta gave him a moment to respond. Trunks still could not think of what to say.

 

“You are her legal guardian, hopefully we will return successful in six months… Do you understand?”

 

Sarcastically, “Yeah I am her guardian and I have to find something for her to love, to stop from hating—easy!”

 

“Son I have faith in you.” Vegeta flashed out as he closed the link.

 

Trunks sated at that blank screen as he had stared off to the sky…

 

To himself he spoke, `well lets go make sure she eats.'

 

When he made his way inside his mother was trying to drag an unconscious Pan to a couch.

 

He panicked... "Mother what happened?”

 

She smiled, “I gave her a plate of food,” she grunted tugging on her legs, “Laced with a sedative>”

 

“But why?” he cried

 

“She needs to sleep, take her upstairs, and get her to bed- tomorrow we can start fresh”

 

Silently he gathered his charge- his sense of responsibility heavy on his chest. Unconsciously he took Pan to his room and tucked her into the bed.

 

He too was exhausted, but needed food. He rushed back down and tried to do some damage to some food. Emotions caught up to him and he stopped eating…

 

Trunks climbed the stairs and went to his room. He clad on his bed and gathered Pan up to him. Feeling relaxed and able to sleep, warmth and peace fall over him…

 

 

 

Ninjen= Yamcha

Baldie= Krillen

Namek= Piccolo

Those who are clueless to Vegeta's terminology