Dragonball Recall

[CuteTomboy]

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Pan wakes up to the sound of birds outside her window. She stretches and yawns, slipping out of bed, wearing shorts and a some-what baggy t-shirt. "Today is the big Tournament" she says, then laughs to herself "I can't wait to show everyone how much I've trained." She head out of her room, stopping to look at a picture of her and Goku that is sitting on her dresser. "I miss you Grandpa." With that she heads downstairs for breakfast where she is greeted by her mom, dad and favorite Uncle.

 

[Youkikun]

The youngest son of Son Goku, Goten, was suddenly awoken by the loud annoying alarm of his clock. He waved his hand and the clock flew a few feet over the floor to break upon the floor.

He crawled out of bed and scratched his head, messing up his already very messy hair. His hair was constantly messy, but at least nowhere near like his father’s and his older brother, Gohan’s. He went into the bathroom and stripped of his pajamas *boxers* and stepped into the hot shower. The water help wake him up. It than served another purpose… he remembered that today was the big day. Today was the World Martial Arts Tournament. He knew most of his family and friends were going to enter. Now… it’d be a lie if one were to say that Goten was serious about his fighting. Sure, he was one of the strongest living things in the universe, but he wasn’t that interested in fighting. He was only entering this tournament because his best friend, Trunks, had made a bet with him on who would get further into the tournament.

Goten had spent the time hanging out with his uncle, Mr. Satan. He was the champion for many years. He knew the old man wasn’t a good fighter anymore, but he had years of experience that could come in handy… hopefully.

He threw on some shorts and a black t-shirt that was baggy, but just tight enough to show that he had muscles.

He swung into his chair and immediately began inhaling his mother’s food when his niece, Pan, entered the room.

He nodded her presence, never pausing his eating.

 

[Armphid]

"...and I realize that's a good point, Your Majesty." Trunks Briefs said into the headset of his phone as he looked out over the vista of West City. "However, this is the first time in quite a while that there has been a budget surplus, so now is the time to consider new programs like space exploration." "Capsule Corporation has had the capability to construct efficient, fast, vessals for over 20 years now." "I've used them myself, in fact." Trunks paused, listening as the King politely said that he had a meeting with the Secretary of Defense. "Of course, thank you, Your Majesty."

Trunks closed the line and sighed. He'd been acting president of Capsule Corporation for over 10 years, and this was always the hardest part. Finding new markets. People tended to be fairly complacent on Earth, content to use the goods that CC already provided. Well, he'd expected this result, but it was still disappointing.

He stepped outside onto the small balcony adjacent to his room. The sun was barely up, its' rays warming his face and the taunt muscles of her body. Trunks sighed again, he could sense his assistant hovering outside the bedroom door, waiting with the business he had to see to before leaving. Today was the day though. The start of the World Martial Arts Tournament, and a blissful few days free of Capsule Corporation and the business world. Impatient to begin, he called out, "Margaret!"

Trunks heard the door open, and Margaret making her fussy way across the room. "You don't need to shout, Mr. Briefs, there's an intercom right there." "In the civilized world-" she cut off, only now seeing her employer in his half dressed state. "Oh my."

Trunks was clad only in a pair of black boxers and a loose tank top. There wasn't an ounce of fat on his body, well developed muscles rippling with each casual movement. His fine purple hair was parted in in the middle, the bottom cut short and the top falling to about halfway down his face. He had the well defined, royal face of his father, well blended with the delicate beauty of his mother. His blue eyes seemed to glow in the dawning sun, though they were looking far away at the moment.

Noting that she had fallen silent, Trunks turned to see his much older secretary with one hand over her mouth, her eyes wandering appreciatively over his physique. He cocked his head to one side, "Margaret...are you okay?" Silence. "Margaret, we're on a schedule here..." Still nothing. "MARGARET!"

She stiffened, blushing brightly as she came back to reality. "Mr. Briefs!" "Oh, sir!" "Maybe I should wait until you're, ah, dressed..."

Trunks shook his head, "No, let's get this over with." "I don't want to leave anything hanging over the weekend, with the competition I'll be facing, I don't want any distractions."
**********
Hours later, Trunks (now dressed in brown boots, loose khaki pants, a long sleeved black shirt with the pale blue bandana around his neck, and brown gloves) strode across the lawn of the Briefs home/Capsule Corporation office, Margaret and a few other assistants trailing behind. "That's it, right?"

"Yes, sir," Margaret said, beaming. "...Sir, I have to bring this up again," she began.

Trunks sighed, "No, Margaret." "The Tournament is for me, my family, and my friends." "There will be enough press there, I don't want you trying to turn it into PR hay."

"But it's such good hay," she protested. Trunks ignored her, going to the large aircar that the Vegeta/Briefs family would be taking to the island. Opening the hatch, he climbed inside, then was blinded by the flash of lights.

"Ow!" "What the!" When his vision cleared, he saw six cameramen from the PR department sitting in the backseat, grinning at him.

"Why look, sir," Margaret said slyly, "it looks like they're all redy to go." "It'd be a shame to take them off the assignment now, especially with them looking forward to the Tournament..." The photographers eyes uniformly became large and dewy as they silently begged to come along.

Trunks stepped back out of the aircar, taking his coat from Margaret. "Tell you what, I'm going to my friends' myself." 'When my father comes out with mother and Bra, why don't you ask him if you all can come?" A frightened silence fell over the small group as Trunks smirked. "I'm sure you'll have no problem explaining to him."

"V..V..V-Vegeta?" Margaret squealed. "O-on second thought, we shouldn't make PR hay out ot what's so important to you and your family, sir." The air car was emptying at rapid speed, a kind of controlled panic over the photographers at the thought of facing the easily angered Vegeta. "We'll be watching, sir." "Good luck!"

Trunks smiled, "Thanks." Then he focused for a brief moment, surrounded by a pale blue nimbus of power before rocketing off intot he sky. Finally, free! It had been too long since he had just been able to be Trunks, to be with his friends. West City was soon left behind, Trunks flying at tremendous speed, eager to see them again. He saw Goten often enough, the city was full of ladies for the amorous half-Sayain, but it had been more than a year since he'd seen Gohan and Pan. Last time he talked to Gohan, he'd bragged a little about Pan's training...how much stronger had she gotten? Well, he'd see soon. When he was champion. A smile reminiscent of his father came to his face, Pan hadn't been the only one to be training hard.

Come to think of it...he should let them know he was coming. He pulled his cell phone out of his coat, speed dialing the Son household. Now, who would pick-up, he wondered.

 

[CuteTomboy]

Pan walks over to Goten, accidentally bumping into him for not saying anything. She smiles at her Father as he pours himself a cup of coffee then gives him a hug.
"Youre breakfasts on the table Pan." says Videl.
"Thanks Mom." Pan says as she walks to the table, sitting across from Goten, watching him eat for a bit then starting in on her own meal. Her ears perk up as she hears the phone ring, even though the nearest phone is about 3 rooms away, her dad never liked having a phone able to interupt their meals.
"I'll get it!" yells Pan, she stands up quickly, knocking over her chair and shoving the table into Goten, she races down to the phone and answers.
"Hello?" Pan smiles as she hears Trunks' voice, "Hey Trunks, what's up?"

 

[Youkikun]

"What the... Pan!" Goten yelled as she jumped from her seat and pushed the table into him, knocking him backwards, sending him crashing into the floor. He got up and rubbed his back, laughing nervously to his brother, Gohan.

He than heard Pan yell Trunks name over the phone, and ran to them.

He knocked her out of the way and ripped the phone from her hand.

"Hiya Trunks!"

 

[Armphid]

Her voice had changed, Trunks noted as Pan came onto the line. He smiled broadly, it was hard to admit even to himself...but he was looking forward to seeing her even more than Goten.

"Pan!" "It's great to hear your voice." Trunks slowe4d down somewhat, not wanting the speed at which he was moving to interfere with the transmission. "I'm on my way to your house now, I can't wait to-" He stopped speaking, the sound of a brief struggle ont he other end of the line coming clearly through his phone. He eyed the phone apprehensively, not sure what this meant.

A moment later, Goten's voice came through. Trunks couldn't help but laugh, though he was disappointed he hadn't gotten to talk to Pan on his own. Odds weren't good on him having another chance for that anytime soon.

"Goten, how's it going, man?" "How did your date with Tasha go anyway?" Trunks doubted that it amounted to anything. Goten went on about twelve dates a month, and almost never with the same girl. Except Paris...but then Trunks didn't bring her up. "I hope you're ready for this, Goten." "I just hope you don't have to fight me in the first match...that way you might make it past the first bracket." The smile became a smirk, "Unless Pan kicks your butt right out like she did when she was four..." He loved taunting Goten with that.

 

[SilverCat]

Majuub awoke earlier this morning to get some more training in before the big tournament. Dende was kind enough to let him train where Goku and he had always trained. Majuub missed his teacher but he knew that Goku would always be their in his heart pushing him to train harder. Majuub finished his training and said goodbye to Dende and Popo as he flew off to meet his friends at the tournament. He was so excited to see them. Last time he saw any of them was when Goku left their world. Majuub couldn't wait to test his skills among the Earth's greatest heroes.

 

[CuteTomboy]

Pan smiles as Trunks speaks, just as she is about to reply Goten shoves her out of the way, she twists in the air to land on her back.
"OWWWW, that hurt Goten!" Pan says as she stands up.
She waits as Goten talks to Trunks, arms crossed.
"Give me the phone when youre done, ok?" she says as she hits Goten in the arm, knowing he's oblivious just like he usually is when talking to his best friend.

 

[Youkikun]

"Hey... I told you... I just tripped. Besides, she can't get lucky on a fluke like that twice in a row."

He turned his back to his niece and ignored her punches.

"So what are you up to now?"

 

[Armphid]

"Lucky, right." Trunks laughed, in the background he could hear Pan saying something. He was tempted to tell Goten that it wasn't right to interrupt a guy's phone call with a cute girl, but that probably wouldn't go over well.

"I'm on my way to your place right now, figured we could all head over to the Tournament together." "This way I can also lose the usual circus of CC people who insist on following me around." "I should be there in about ten minutes, I'm going pretty fast."

 

[Youkikun]

"Allright, we'll be waiting."

Goten hung up the phone and turned to pan, giving a mock expression of suprise.

"Woops, was I supposed to give you the phone?" he said, breaking into a laugh.

"Go get ready, Trunks is already on his way here and should be here any minute. We're going to the Tournament with him."

 

[lil miss curious]

Bridgette

A few punches and kicks rounds off my training. I left the room of my fortress and flew away. I landed at the tournament awaiting my challenges and new servants

 

[SilverCat]

Majuub arrived at the tournament but didn't see anyone that he knew. He decided to look around and see if anyone was around. The tournament seats were already being filled and the tournament didn't start for another hour or so. Children's laughter and excitment could be heard all around him. Majuub noticed the sign up stand and proceeded to sign in.

"Welcome to the World Martial Arts Tournament. Just sign here and proceed through those doors to your left." The annoucer said.

Majuub smiled as he signed in and walked through the doors to see all the fighters he maybe fighting. Majuub was amazed at the turn out of fighters that had come this year since Mr. Satan had retired last year. There would be a brand new champion this year and he hoped it would be him. Majuub noticed a beautiful fighter and sensed some strong energy omiting from her. She would be a challenge in deed, but she is unown to him. Could she be a new friend or threat to him. Majuub grined and decided to find a place to sit. Finding a small place next to the brick wall, Majuub decided to meditate and prepare for the tournament ahead.

 

[CuteTomboy]

Pan glares at Goten as he hangs up.
"Very funny Goten." she says then punches him in the arm again.
When he says that Trunks is on his way her eyes go wide and she hurries off to her room to grab some clothes then take a shower.

 

[Armphid]

Trunks frowned at the phone as the line went dead. Damn, he'd wanted to see if he could talk to Pan again. Well...maybe during the Tournament he'd have a chance. He pocketed the phone, checking the energies again to make sure he was headed the right way. Sure he'd been going there all his life, but the Son compound was still tucked away in a hard to find spot.

Trunks spent the next few minutes just watching the world pass by underneath him. It was so refreshing to see something that wasn't a city for a change. Soon though, he saw the series of round capsule houses snugly hidden beneath the boughs of the great forest. A smile crossed his face. Here at last.

The blue-white aura faded as Trunks flipped over, falling in a controlled descent to the ground below. As he did so, he noticed a taller figure coming out to greet him. The half-saiyan's smile widened, "Gohan!"

"Hey Trunks." Son Gohan smiled as the purple haired young man touched down on the cleared part of the family land. "You're a little early, Pan and Goten are still getting ready."

Trunks laughed, "A business habit, I guess." "I'm so used to getting up before the sun I just can't help it."

The older warrior shook his head. "Between that and how Bulma says you've been training, I'm amazed you haven't had a break down." "You need to relax every once in a while, that's part of training too, you know."

Trunks shrugged. "I think I remember Goku saying something like that too." "But Capsule Corporation isn't going to run itself...I just wish Bra would lend a hand." Trunks paused, reaching out with his power to sense the others. That almost Vegeta-like smirk crossed his face. "Heh, smart." "They're already hiding their power level from me." He flexed his hands into fists eagerly. "Good."

Gohan rolled his eyes, laughing. "You know, most of the time you're not like Vegeta, but when you're like this, there's no doubt who's son you are."

"You too," Trunks replied. "I can feel your power...and it's grown." "You've been training them both, haven't you?"

It was Gohan's turn to shrug, "I've been training both of them for a long time, why not for this tournament?" "I think you'll be impressed at thier progress." A Goku-like grin graced Gohan's erudite features. "I just hope you're ready to take defeat gracefully."

Trunks just smirked back. "We'll see about that." "Gohan...with your power, why aren't you entering?" He hesitated, "I know you've regained the ability to go to Super Saiyan 2..."

Gohan sighed. "The Tournament isn't for me anymore." "I made a decision the last time." "I've got power and experience, but I've never been the fighter my father is or your father is." Gohan was serious now as he turned to face Trunks. "If the world is threatened again, I'll back you up...but it will be up to you and the others to save it." "I'm a much better teacher than a fighter, and I think that this Tournament will prove that."

"Gohan..."

The scholar just shook his head. "Don't worry about it, Trunks." "IF that happens, I beleive in you." He nodded back toward the house. "Why don't you go wait inside?" "Videl and Mom are looking forward to seeing you too."

Trunks nodded. "Sounds good, espeicially if there's any of Chi Chi's breakfast left." "Your mom's stillt he best cook I've ever met." Trunks waved to Gohan as he slipped inside the large kitchen/dining room.

"Trunks!" Chi Chi's voice rang out, and immediately the warrior stiffened to attention. How many times had that commanding voice ended up scolding him for something? Chi Chi appeared a moment later, wiping her hands on an apron. She was older to be sure, but still a woman of striking beauty. "Well, let's get a look at you." She pursed her lips. "Hmmm, well, you look good Trunks." "I'd almost forgotten what you looked like, it's been so long since you visited."

"Sorry," he mumbled. Jeez...no matter how old he got, she could still do that to him.

She smiled, the gesture erasing a decade or so from her face. "Well, It's good to see you, Trunks." "Come in and have some breakfast, there's still a little left, and if I know you you were so eager to get away from Capsule Corporation that you didn't eat." Turning, she bustled back into the kitchen. "Videl, he's here!"

Trunks entered in time to see Gohan's stunning wife disappear intot he back of the house. "Okay, Chi Chi." "I'll go let Pan know." She waved at him before exiting, "Hey Trunks." "I'm looking forward to seeing you at the Tournament today." Then she went off toward the sound of the running shower.

Trunks called back, "Thanks, Videl, you're not going to be disappointed." He sat at the table, and a moment later several steaming dishes were set in front of him. "Wow...there was this much left?"

Chi Chi laughed, "Hardly." "When I heard Goten say you were coming, I though to myself, "I bet that boy didn't eat," so I made a second course for you." "Dig in before Goten gets back down or you won't get any, now."

Trunks grinned broadly. Even though she was younger than his mother, Trunks didn't think there was a more motherly woman in the universe than Chi Chi. He'd called her The Mother of the World" once before...which turned out to be a mistake, since she overheard and thought he was making a crack about her age. Shuddering at the memory of that debacle, he turned his attention to the feast before him. He began to eat both eagerly and swiftly, though a little neater than Goten. He knew from experience he'd better get all he could not.

 

[Youkikun]

"Don't get too excited! It's just Trunks!" he yelled as Pan ran off to shower.

He went up to his room and grabbed his duffel bag, already packed with his fighting gear.

He threw on his white longsleeve shirt over his dark purple tanktop.
"Trunks!"

He walked over to his friend and smacked him in the back of the head and laughed.

"No checking out my mother." he said with a smile.

 

[CuteTomboy]

Ignoring her uncle Pan hurries to be ready for Trunks to arrive. She showers quickly but she senses that Trunks still arrives before she finishes. After drying off she quickly puts on a red sleeveless shirt that bares her toned midriff and a pair of tight blue jeans. Arriving just after Goten smacks Trunks she laughs and walks up behind them.

"Ummm, You think it's fair to smack Trunks when you look at his mom every chance you get?" She says, smiliing brightly. She shakes her head slightly as she watches Trunks continue to eat

 

[Armphid]

Trunks quirked an eyebrow at Goten, "Pan's got it right, Goten." "How many times have you come over to visit only to spend the time watching Mom and Bra sunbathing?" He decided not to comment ont he fact that he had, indeed, been checking out his friend's mother. Could he help it if she looked so good?

Trunks pushed his chair back and stood, playfully punching at Goten, who easily caught the weak blow. "I should tell Father about it and let him smear you all over the-" He had sensed her enter, but he was just now getting his first look at Pan. His blue eyes widened as they took in the tight muscles of her arms and midriff, the way her jeans hugged her legs, how the shirt clung to her chest, and the flawless youthful beauty of her smiling face. A blush came to his cheeks as his voice trailed off. "Uh...Pan..wow..."

Then the alarm in his head went off and he straightened up with a sudden cough, "I mean, it's good to see you, Pan!" "You look, uh, you look great!" He laughed nervously, one hand rubbing absently at his neck. "I've really been looking forward to seeing you again." Feeling that was a little too...dicey a comment, he hastily added, "Both of you, I mean." "It's been way too long."

Trunks let out a breath, grinning first at Pan, then at Goten. "It really is good to be with you guys again...more than I can say." Not wanting to be too serious, he smirked at his best friend. "I hope you've been keeping up training, since I wasn't here to make you, Goten." "I don't want to beat you too badly."

 

[Youkikun]

"Hey, I can't help it if your family is really hot." he laughed and winked at Trunks. It was true though, Bulma and Bra were beautiful. Especially Bra. Goten wanted to date Bra so badly... but he knew that Vegeta would never let a Son date his daughter.

He than tensed up at the comment of telling his father, Vegeta.

"N-n-no... he doesn't need to know about this. ^_^"

He laughed nervously and scratched the back of his head as a large sweat droplet appeared beside his head.

He started eating the food left on Trunk's plate as he obviously oggled his niece.

"Really Trunks..." he said with a mouthful of food "she's a bit young for you" he joked.

He checked his watch.

"Hey, we really should be going. We want to arrive with plenty of time to spare."

He finished off the food his mother had made and gave her a tight hug.

"Ready to go?" he asked as he looked from Chi-Chi, his sister in law, Videl, and his brother, Gohan.

They all packed up and headed outside the front door.

"Gohan, you carry Videl and I'll carry mom, allright?"

"Allright" Gohan agreed as both Son brothers lifted their "passengers" onto their backs.

 

[CuteTomboy]

Pan just smiles as she sees the fear in Goten's face at Trunks' comment about Vegeta. Then she looks up at Trunks as Goten starts to eat the food he left.

Pan blushes slightly, "Thanks, It's great to see you too Trunks." she says, still smiling.

She notices Trunks looking her over and poses a little for him while taking the chance to check him out too, admiring the his muscular arms only slightly hidden beneath the long-sleeve shirt.

"Yeah, you want to be there early to look at all the girls, don't you Uncle Goten?" She laughs, "Or do you just want to flirt with Bra some?" She says as Goten and Gohan pick up her mother and grandmother then she turns back to Trunks, "Guess it's just me and you then." She smiles wider as she says that.

 

[Armphid]

Trunks kept his comment about Goten's own hot family to himself. He also thought that he resisted the urge to punch his best friend in the face admirably, after Goten made his sly comment about Pan, though it was very tempting. He'd just have to make him pay for that one in the Tournament.

The small group ambled outside, Trunks breathing deeply of the air. It was so fresh and clean...so different than the city. It felt cleansing, in a way. "Well, I thought Goten just wanted to see if there'll be any real competition besides us...but you're probably right Pan."

Trunks's usually confident smile became a bit nervous at Pan's question. "It looks like it." Of course...maybe he could use this to his advantage. Just like in a fight or in business, you had to see and create opportunities. Pan had just done both. Trunks floated a few inches off the ground, rotating as he did so to face Pan, extending a hand to her, "I know you can fly there yourself, and you probably want to." "But as a gentleman, it would be rude if you were the only one without an escort." "Would you like a lift, Pan?"

 

[CuteTomboy]

Pan is quiet as the all head outside, but she smiles slightly as she remembers the temptation in Trunks' face when Goten made that comment about her earlier.
Pan laughs, "I was just joking, but now that I think about it, I think I was right too." she smiles up at Trunks as she speaks.
She sighs as Trunks starts to hover, then she blushes as he offers her his hand. She curtsies jokingly.
"I'd be honored kind sir." she can't help but laugh as she says this then takes his hand.

 

[Youkikun]

Goten snorted.

"You're such a loser, Trunks." he laughed out as he made sure he had a good grip on his mother.

"Ready mom?"

"Lets get going already." she said with a smile, and Goten did just that. He began to lift from the grass.

 

[Armphid]

Trunks just laughed, blushing as he did so. "That's why you don't have that many SECOND dates, Goten." "You're just not a gentleman." Of course, if Trunks thought about it, neither were his father or Goku...even Gohan, and they didn't ahve any problems. Maybe Goten was right....

It wasn't like it was the first time he'd touched her hand, but there was something different about it as she slipped her hand into his. Trunks laughed as well, bowing over her hand, "I am the one who is honored, fair lady." Might as well continue the joke.

Then he darted down and around her, pichingher up into his arms. He grinned at her startled yelp, though he did notice that she had easily tracked his movement. She'd let him grab her...she really had improved. And he was willing to bet that was just the tip of the iceburg. "You're right, Chi Chi." "Let's go!" Without further warning, Trunks shot off into the sky, laughing as he did so. "We'll be waiting for you, slowpokes," he taunted as he rocketed ahead of the just lifting off Son brothers.

"Ah, sorry about that, Pan." Trunks realized that perhaps he should have warned her about the sudden acceleration. "I guess I just can't help myself...I feel so happy around you-er, family!" Your family...that it's almost like I'm a kid again."

 

[CuteTomboy]

Pan just shakes her head smiling and laughing at Goten and Trunks bickering. She blushes again as Trunks bows to her and continues the joke. She easily watches his sly movements as he picks her up, laughing as they zoom past her family. She smiles when Trunks apologizes.
"It's ok Trunks, you always were a bit of a show off." She says, smiling again, she puts her arms around his neck, holding close to him as they fly.
"This does feel like old times Trunks, " she says, blushing deeper, "only......" her voice trails off and she hopes Trunks doesn't ask any questions right now.