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Enough Time	By : sefiru Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 2186 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Enough Time

By Sefiru

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Pairings: none yet, Mirai x OC
eventually

Warnings: R, violence, character deaths, angst

Disclaimer: I don�t own Dragonball,
but Mirai ownz at
everything.

Kit-kit: This is the last we�ll hear of Goth-girl for a bit,
sorry.

pun_xy: and I see you�re glad to get rid of Goth-girl.
I have plans � but they involve a personality upgrade, so don�t worry.

This is the next-to-last chapter of this particular story.
I�m not going to mention the S-word yet �

This chapter: Where�s Pan?

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Chapter 16: Missing

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�� Using a pencil
was a departure for Mirai. Most of the time he used
vector and CAD programs or 3D rendering software to lay out his projects, but
here he was, scribbling his latest ideas on actual paper with actual graphite.
Barbaric, that�s what it was. But he�d tried the computer and he just couldn�t
get the right effect with it.

�� His nightclub
project was coming together; he figured the Saiyans
his age could use some entertainment and a place to dance. Shiso
thought it was a great idea. Actually, she wanted to help build it, and that
meant one thing: wood, lots of it. That was hardly the usual thing for a
nightclub, and he welcomed the challenge. Shiso had
brought a box of samples from her workshop, which now lay scattered on his
worktable; he�d never thought much about wood in the past, and he was amazed at
the variety of colors and shapes in her collection. Shiso
already had plenty of ideas already, so he listened to her chatter on about the
humongous burl she�d found in the woods, which she wanted to hollow out and use
as a DJ station. Of course, he�d find just about anything fascinating as long
as it was coming out of her mouth.

�� They were back at
Capsule Corp for the day since Mirai was taking his
turn as Saiyan liaison. It was much the same work as
his earlier stint as regent, only with longer waits between idiots. He could
live with that. And what should he name his latest venture? The
Royal? The Prince? Purple
Rain? Uh, no. Maybe something
on the wood theme � Xylem? No, too geeky.

�� Shiso noticed he�d stopped drawing and was tapping the
pencil on his nose. �Just call it Tree of Life.�

�� Most demented
tree I�ve ever seen.� But he scribbled the name in the top corner. He turned to
a new sheet and started laying out the shape of the dance floor. It had to be vaguely
rectangular, but he wanted to avoid sharp corners � he added some bumps and
curlicues, then feathered the edges to look like the
lightning-struck chip near his elbow. �How�s this?�

�� Nice, you can
even see the grain. Here, I had an idea for the barstools.� She showed him the
sketch, which looked like a column of twisted branches. �They�ll have to be
metal, but ��

�� No problem.
I�ll scan these in and make a mold � �� He was interrupted as Videl
came into the room. She looked pale and wild-eyed.

�� Do you guys
know where Pan is?�

�� No � why, is
she missing?�

�� I put her down
for a nap and went to get some sleep myself. And when I woke up � her ki�s so quiet when she sleeps, I can�t pick her out of the
crowd.�

�� Don�t worry, we�ll
find her.� Mirai went to his computer; his prototype ki detector could distinguish humans from Saiyans, but there were so many people in the city that the
search would take ages. At the same time he accessed building security to see
if he could find video of who had taken Pan out. The trouble was that not just
anyone could waltz in and out of Capsule Corp; it had to be someone they knew. Mirai growled under his breath. Not my family, never again.

�� They spent
several tense minutes searching, and then Mirai�s
cell phone rang with the tone that said it was an official call. These always
come at the worst times. �Saiyan Liaison Office, and
make it quick, I�m in the middle of a situation.�

�� Does it involve
a missing baby girl?�

�� The temperature
in the room seemed to drop twenty degrees. �Now you have my complete
attention.� Andif he didn�t like what he heard, it would be very bad for the caller�s health.

�� My name is Dr. Ivanovm at Satan
City Hospital.
Several minutes ago two humans brought the child in, claiming to be her
grandparents and asking to have the tail removed. We get that sometimes with
infant shapeshifters, but it was fairly obvious the
child was Saiyan. I called you as soon as I could dig
up your number.�

�� I�m on my way.
Don�t do anything until I get there.� He snapped the phone shut and, disdaining
the door, jumped right out the window. Videl and Shiso were right behind him. While they flew Videl called Gohan, who was on
New Namek (and thank Kami tthey�d installed those relays), to explain what was going
on. He heard her say, �Mirai�s on it,� and knew he
was working under a time limit. He�d better have this situation handled before Gohan caught up with him, or the older Demi
would have his hide.

�� A very nervous
nurse was waiting for them on the hospital steps. �This way
please, sir and ma�ams.�

�� Videl, is that you?�

�� Mom?� Indeed, Mrs. Satan was coming up the steps, holding a
small computer. �What are you doing here?�

�� Keeping track of your father. When he lands in the hospital
I think it best to investigate.�

�� Videl, Mirai and Shiso all looked at each other. �I have a bad feeling about
this.�

�� Me too.� They followed the nurse to a room at the back of
the hospital, where a remarkable scene greeted them: Pan, sleeping serenely on
an examination table while a solemn doctor waved a stud finder over her as if
he was doing something useful, while Mr. Satan and � sadly not so surprising �
Chichi sat watching. They both jumped guiltily as the younger cohort came in.

�� Pan!� Videl called softly, and
scooped up her daughter from the table. She glared at Chichi. �How dare you?�

�� Chichi rocked
back and then suddenly burst into tears. �Waaa
� aaa � aaah! I just
wanted Pan to have a normal life. I just wanted her to be normal and Mr. Satan
said he had a way.� She looked so pathetic that Mirai
couldn�t stay angry with her. Well, maybe a little angry, but he lost the urge
to punch her lights out.

�� Videl turned to� her father. �And what�s your excuse,
Pops?�

�� He puffed out his
chest. �It is my honor to make sure that no members of my family suffer from
aberrations.�

�� Abberations?� Videl
screeched. Pan stirred, and she paused to calm her. Meanwhile Mrs. Satan walked
up to her husband and slapped him.

�� You know
perfectly well that tails are normal for one of Pan�s species. And what if one
of our children had been a shapeshifter, eh?�

�� I assure you, my
dear � �

�� We will be
discussing this more,� she promised. �Videl, would
you like a turn?�

�� Thanks, Mom.� Videl passed Pan to Shiso, wound
up, and punched her father in the chin. He slammed backwards into the wall.

�� This seems to
be under control,� Gohan said from the door. He held
out a hand to Shiso, who immediately gave Pan to him.
He looked her over to make sure she was undamaged; Mirai
gave a sigh of relief when he seemed satisfied. Then he looked at Chichi. �Do
you really think so little of me, mom? Do you think so little of Dad?�

�� Chichi just cried
harder. Gohan sighed. �Mirai,
would you mind taking her home?�

�� All right.� Actually he did mind, but he knew better than
to piss Gohan off at a time like this. He took Chichi
by the elbow and led her out, Shiso walking at her
other side; Mrs. Satan preceded them, dragging her husband by the ear.

�� You and I are
going to have a long talk about this, Hercule.�

�� My � ow! � dear, I ��

�� Hush now.�

�� Mirai flew Chichi�s plane home
while the harpy flung herself on (a very startled) Shiso,
wailing. Shiso awkwardly patted her shoulder. �Come
on. I�m sure pan will grow up big and strong, just like her mother.� She rubbed
Chichi�s ears as if she were
another Saiyan, and oddly it seemed to calm her down.
�Uh, she�s not a normal person, I don�t think she�d be
happy with a normal life.�

�� B-b-but � Goku�s so serious now, and Gohan�s
gotten so big, I don�t know what they�re going to do. And Goten
spends all his time with Bardock � why won�t anyone listen to me?!�

�� Because you�re
not making any sense,� Mirai said. Fortunately Chichi�s house was close by; he didn�t think he could stand
more of her whingeing. He could just imagine what
Kakarott would say when he found out, too. The King was usually supernaturally
patient with his ex-wife, but this escapade should earn her a few stern words.

�� They dropped
Chichi and her vehicle off, flying back to Capsule Corp under their own power. Shiso was thoughtful during the flight. �I can�t imagine
the King being mated to anyone like that.�

�� He was keeping a
childhood promise, is what I heard. I think he feels sorry for her, too. I
don�t.�

***

And Chichi makes an a$$ of herself
yet again.

Next chapter: we wrap things up with a merry family
barbecue.
- 15
- 16
- 17
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