This is still very rough, but it's been a while, and I wanted to post
*something*. Note that my DB knowledge is manga-based. Purists might
object that I'm giving Marron too high a power level here, and also,
I'm not certain how old she is, so I might be setting the age a bit too
high too (15). In both cases, this is fully intentional.
As for the placing in the continuum - someone's bound to ask about it
if I don't mention it - I'm basically erasing the last chapter of DB
(everything beyond "10 years have passed"), which also means that what
went on during those 10 years has changed. Before that, everything's
the same, other than some minor added events, which you'll soon notice.
Anyway, pleasepleaseplease comment on this - that's the reason I'm
posting this early bit. I'm not sure I'll continue, but if I do, I have
a fair amount of ideas, and this is just the very beginning.
Need I say "the title might change"? ^_^ Suggestions appreciated, and
a color radio to anyone who recognizes where I grabbed this one.
-----dragonball-----
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| NOT EVEN YOU |
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Brushing the sweat from his brow, Gokuu helped his youngest son to his
feet. "Well, Goten, I think it's time to go home now."
"Really?" The boy started thinking of his mother ... his brother ...
Trunks ... and all the other friends he hadn't seen for almost ten years.
"Yep. Only a few weeks left before the Budokai now, and besides, you're
almost as strong as me now."
"Whaddya mean, almost?" Goten grinned as his father, who smiled back.
"We'll visit an old friend of mine first, I think. Take my hand."
As they linked, Gokuu sent his mind out through the universe. It was
far away, but he should still be able to find the Ki he sought...
^_-
With a flash of light, the two appeared outside a typical two-story
middle-class house somewhere in the suburbs of Satan City.
_So, he decided to move from Kame House,_ Gokuu mused, as he pushed the
doorbell.
Not long after, the door opened, and a short, middle-aged man, clad in
suit and tie, his hair slightly greying, smiled at them.
Gokuu's jaw extended by at least a foot, and he stared, eyes wide open,
at the man.
Goten waved his hand in front of his father's face, but didn't get any
response.
"Long time no see, old friend! Come on in." The man motioned for them
to enter.
"Ku ... Kuririn?" Gokuu finally managed to say.
^_-
"Don't recognize me, huh?" the ex-monk said as they sat down at the
table. "Well, I don't blame you. I've ... uh ... settled down a bit."
He chuckled. "You never change, though."
With that, they started chatting intensely, like old friends always do
when they meet for the first time in ten years.
"Well," Gokuu said after a while, patting his son's back, "at least I
think he's gonna be able to feed himself."
"What?" Kuririn looked curiously at his old friend, not quite sure what
he was referring too.
"Don't you remember?"
^_-
Gokuu and Kuririn lay panting on the floor, both boys exhausted after
their latest training session.
"Heh. That was great."
"Yeah."
"You're my best friend." In fact, he was probably the only one who'd
ever treated the short little boy friendly.
"You too." Not that Gokuu'd had many friends before, either.
"Say, Gokuu..."
"Mm?"
"Y'know ... I wish we could we brothers or something."
"Mm." He wasn't too sure what a brother was, but nodded anyway.
Suddenly, a Kuririn's eyes lit up, as an idea struck him. "Hey, I know.
We can be family anyway. We could have our kids marry! Whaddya say?"
"Sure." Gokuu grabbed the out-stretched hand and shook it. "It's a
promise." He wasn't sure he'd ever want to have any kids, but if he did
it was good to know he'd have help getting food for them.
^_-
After the re-telling, Gokuu sat silent for a few moments. There was
something that wasn't quite right, but what?
It struck them both at the same time.
"Ah, now that I think of it, marriage didn't have anything at all to do
with food, did it? Well, a promise is a promise." He scratched the back
of his head. "Uh, if you still want to, that is."
Goten looked up at his father in shock. This couldn't be happening.
"I'd almost forgot that." Kuririn smiled widely. "Great! I'll tell
Marron right away!" Up until now, he'd been worried about his daughter's
future. He couldn't trust her with just any man, but this was the son of
his oldest friend, surely a fine boy.
^_-
"Marron!" He stormed into her room excitedly.
"What is it *now*, dad? Why didn't you knock?"
He ignored the comment. "My old friend Son Gokuu has come, and he's
brought his son, Goten!"
"So?"
"We've decided to engage you two!" Kuririn didn't notice his daughters
skin taking on a dangerously reddish color, his mind floating somewhere
among the clouds. "He's such a fine boy, I'm sure you'll like him.
Reputable and thrustworthy like his father, not like most young boys
these days."
Marron's twin braids stood on end as her Ki manifested itself in her
hands. "BAAAKAAA!" she screamed, as she struck down with the enourmous
mallet, almost as large as the small girl, reducing her father to a heap
on the floor.
"Urrk," he said, not quite capable of anything more advanced.
#18 shook her head has she entered the room. "I know it's very stupid,
Marron, but you have to do as your father says."
"Hmph." The girl snorted as she walked out of the room.
Her mother sighed, giving her husband a senzu seed. "I know she's got a
violent temper, but Karin did ask you to try avoid making her mad.
Someone else might need the seeds, too."
^_-
Marron sighed as she walked down the stairs. If her father said it was
a fine boy, he was probably both boring and ugly. Sure, he might want her
best, but sometimes, he was so stupid...
She stopped dead in her tracks as she entered the living room. The boy
was ... was ... was not cute. Definitely not. No way. Her father could
*not* be right about anything.
Goten recognized her. Altough she'd grown a bit, she Marron looked
pretty much the same she'd done ten years ago. Same hairstyle, same baby-
like face. "I am not," he said, saving her from further self-denial, "not
gonna marry no little girl."
Marron flared with anger, and this time, it was a surprised Goten that
was pounded to the floor with a mallet-strike. "I'm no little girl!" she
shouted defiantly, before stamping off again.
"Impressive Ki-level, and she reached it very fast," Gokuu commented.
"She must've invented that technique herself, too. This's gonna be great,
son!" He patted the badly deformed body on the floor heartily.
"Urrk," Goten objected.
"Sorry 'bout that," #18 said, tossing them a senzu as she entered. "The
boys at her school used to bother her every morning, before she sent them
all to hospital with an energy blast. It's made her a bit temperamental."
^_-
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