An Angel's Tale
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Dragon Ball Z › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,565
Reviews:
3
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Currently Reading:
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I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Meeting the Band
Author’s Note: C’mon, people, review. A little more information on the who/what/when in this chapter. Also, major kudos to my great beta, Amber!!
J.
Meeting the Band
DISCLAIMER: I still don’t own Dragonball Z or any of the songs.
Pan walked into the office that she shared with Bra the next morning, only to have the other girl thrust a disc under her nose. “What’s gotten you so perky this morning, Bra? Uncle Goten have a cappuccino IV drip started for you when you woke up?”
“No, I’ll have you know I slept alone last night,” Bra smirked. “Your uncle doesn’t live at my apartment, and he didn’t spend the night last night. I finished my search through all sorts of old home movies for your dad’s exes. You can heap your thanks upon me now, because I, your very best friend in the whole world, who would do anything for you, hit paydirt.” She brandished a DVD at Pan’s face. “I not only found one of your dad’s ex-girlfriends, I found an ex-fiancée. AND, she’s still single. AND, she’s got not one but TWO attractive, single sons who HAPPEN to be in a band.”
Pan took the disc from in front of her face. “And how did you find all of this out before ten o’clock in the morning, anyway?” She walked over to their coffee maker. “What do her sons and their band have to do with anything anyway?”
Bra sat down at her desk and propped her feet on a stack of promotional flyers. “Well, we ARE supposed to be organizing the event for next weekend. I found out the woman with your dad on that home movie was named Seraphim Nuriel. It just so happens that one of the bands we’re auditioning today for the benefit,” she held up a flyer for a band called Psychopomp, “is one that she manages. Her sons Michael and Gabriel are both in it. Grandma recommended them for the gig because they’re third cousins twice removed or something like that.”
Pan sat down at her desk facing Bra’s. “So when are we meeting them?” She opened her planner and started making a list of everything that still needed arranged for the event.
“We’re meeting the band in about half an hour for a live audition, then lunch with Sera,” Bra slid the disc into the DVD player and hit play. “According to Mom, she still looks really great, so this will give you an idea of what to expect.”
The video was of Son Gohan’s 18th birthday party. As he walked into the party, the camera zoomed in on him and his date. Both were wearing comfortable-looking jeans, with concert style tee shirts. Hers was the Rolling Stones logo stretched tight over her chest, done in vibrant red on black. Gohan had a black Kiss shirt stretched over his muscular frame. The shirt looked new; it had to be because Chi-Chi would never have let him out of the house in it. His arm was around her waist, and she was showing off a ring. He led her to the camera, and kissed her right in front of it.
“Hey, Bulma, just wanted you to be one of the first to know, Sera just made me the happiest man alive. She’s agreed to marry me!” He had the largest grin Pan had ever seen.
She hit ‘stop’ and looked at Bra. “How did my dad go from engaged to this Sera, to married to my mom two weeks later?”
Bra pulled an organizer from the bottom drawer of her desk. “I don’t know. Maybe you could ask her at lunch…after we sign the band.” She flashed her most mischievous smile at Pan, “Maybe you could even set them up for the masquerade.”
An hour and a half later, Bra and Pan were sitting down to lunch in an upscale restaurant in West City. A thirty-something version of the woman from the home movie was waiting for them in jeans and a black silk blouse, casually perusing a menu. Bra extended her hand to shake, “Ms. Nuriel? I’m Bra Briefs; we spoke earlier on the phone. This is by partner, Son Pan,” she motioned to Pan, who also extended her hand. “We just came from the audition, and we’re really excited about having your band play.”
She motioned for the girls to have a seat after shaking hands. “Please, ladies, have a seat. Call me Sera, by the way. Ms. Nuriel makes me feel old.” Once they were all seated, and the waiter had taken their orders, Sera leaned back in her seat. “Alright, so why are we here? You acted like you had another reason to meet with me when we spoke on the phone.”
“Well, Sera, it’s like this. I’m trying to track down anyone who might have known my dad in high school,” Pan started. She took a photo of her parents from her purse, and handed it to Sera, “This was taken a few days before my mother died. My dad’s not been the same since, so I’ve been trying to find some of his old friends.”
Sera looked at the photo, her expression very carefully blank. The strain was evident on Videl’s face, her smile forced. Gohan had a casual looking smile, but Sera recognized it as his bored/blank look. “So, you’re Gohan’s daughter? I guess the…” she hesitated over her choice of words, “Videl really was pregnant. Yeah, I knew them. He and I dated right up until his birthday when we were in high school. After I left, I tried to call him and tell him I was pregnant. His mom, Chi-Chi, told me if I tried to say he was the father of my baby, she’d have me sued for slander and defamation of character.” She chuckled and shook her head, “She never did like me much. Thought Gohan could do better. Wonder what she’d say if she found out that I ended up having twins because of him.”
Pan was dumbfounded. “I have brothers? Did you ever manage to get in touch with my dad?”
“No. When I found out I was pregnant, the doctor took me off my meds, so I wasn’t the most stable person. If I had pushed the issue, I most likely would’ve been arrested for assault at the very least. A chemical imbalance combined with hormonal mood swings from pregnancy didn’t make me exactly reasonable. I just said to hell with ‘em, raised the boys on my own.” She shrugged. “If you want to tell him, fine. I promise you your grandmother will deny it, and he tended to believe just about any line she fed him back then.”
Bra interrupted, “One last question, Sera. Are you seeing anybody?”
“I quit dating after that. My boys just graduated last year, and I wasn’t even going to consider trying to date with twins in school.”
“Would you consider going to the masquerade with my dad, and making sure to win him in the auction?” Pan blurted out. “I’ll make sure Grandma Chi-Chi doesn’t try anything. Please,” her face showed her worry, “since Mom died six months ago, Dad’s been real depressed. I’ve been really worried about him, and getting any form of emotion out of him would be better than having him sitting locked in his office at home with Mom’s old computer.”
Sera leaned back into her chair and sipped her drink before answering. “IF I agree to this, I don’t want anyone to know it’s me until afterwards. That’ll keep conflict to a minimum, make things easier on everybody. I’ll meet up with him there. And I can’t make any promises on something I can’t control. If the bids get out of my price range, there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Pan smiled. “I guess that’s all I can really ask. So, can I tell my dad he’s got a date?”
Bra interrupted “Maybe have them set up over the Internet in a chat room or something. After all, isn’t your dad on the computer all the time now? That would also give you a chance to get to know each other again. And, to make sure the bids don’t get out of your range, I’ll pay the tab on this one.”
“You know, Bra, I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all day,” Pan said. She turned to Sera, “Would that be okay with you?”
About that time, the waiter returned with a cart carrying their orders. As she took the first bite of her pasta, Sera smiled, “I’ll email you after while with my screen name. Just make sure he’s on.”
J.
Meeting the Band
DISCLAIMER: I still don’t own Dragonball Z or any of the songs.
Pan walked into the office that she shared with Bra the next morning, only to have the other girl thrust a disc under her nose. “What’s gotten you so perky this morning, Bra? Uncle Goten have a cappuccino IV drip started for you when you woke up?”
“No, I’ll have you know I slept alone last night,” Bra smirked. “Your uncle doesn’t live at my apartment, and he didn’t spend the night last night. I finished my search through all sorts of old home movies for your dad’s exes. You can heap your thanks upon me now, because I, your very best friend in the whole world, who would do anything for you, hit paydirt.” She brandished a DVD at Pan’s face. “I not only found one of your dad’s ex-girlfriends, I found an ex-fiancée. AND, she’s still single. AND, she’s got not one but TWO attractive, single sons who HAPPEN to be in a band.”
Pan took the disc from in front of her face. “And how did you find all of this out before ten o’clock in the morning, anyway?” She walked over to their coffee maker. “What do her sons and their band have to do with anything anyway?”
Bra sat down at her desk and propped her feet on a stack of promotional flyers. “Well, we ARE supposed to be organizing the event for next weekend. I found out the woman with your dad on that home movie was named Seraphim Nuriel. It just so happens that one of the bands we’re auditioning today for the benefit,” she held up a flyer for a band called Psychopomp, “is one that she manages. Her sons Michael and Gabriel are both in it. Grandma recommended them for the gig because they’re third cousins twice removed or something like that.”
Pan sat down at her desk facing Bra’s. “So when are we meeting them?” She opened her planner and started making a list of everything that still needed arranged for the event.
“We’re meeting the band in about half an hour for a live audition, then lunch with Sera,” Bra slid the disc into the DVD player and hit play. “According to Mom, she still looks really great, so this will give you an idea of what to expect.”
The video was of Son Gohan’s 18th birthday party. As he walked into the party, the camera zoomed in on him and his date. Both were wearing comfortable-looking jeans, with concert style tee shirts. Hers was the Rolling Stones logo stretched tight over her chest, done in vibrant red on black. Gohan had a black Kiss shirt stretched over his muscular frame. The shirt looked new; it had to be because Chi-Chi would never have let him out of the house in it. His arm was around her waist, and she was showing off a ring. He led her to the camera, and kissed her right in front of it.
“Hey, Bulma, just wanted you to be one of the first to know, Sera just made me the happiest man alive. She’s agreed to marry me!” He had the largest grin Pan had ever seen.
She hit ‘stop’ and looked at Bra. “How did my dad go from engaged to this Sera, to married to my mom two weeks later?”
Bra pulled an organizer from the bottom drawer of her desk. “I don’t know. Maybe you could ask her at lunch…after we sign the band.” She flashed her most mischievous smile at Pan, “Maybe you could even set them up for the masquerade.”
An hour and a half later, Bra and Pan were sitting down to lunch in an upscale restaurant in West City. A thirty-something version of the woman from the home movie was waiting for them in jeans and a black silk blouse, casually perusing a menu. Bra extended her hand to shake, “Ms. Nuriel? I’m Bra Briefs; we spoke earlier on the phone. This is by partner, Son Pan,” she motioned to Pan, who also extended her hand. “We just came from the audition, and we’re really excited about having your band play.”
She motioned for the girls to have a seat after shaking hands. “Please, ladies, have a seat. Call me Sera, by the way. Ms. Nuriel makes me feel old.” Once they were all seated, and the waiter had taken their orders, Sera leaned back in her seat. “Alright, so why are we here? You acted like you had another reason to meet with me when we spoke on the phone.”
“Well, Sera, it’s like this. I’m trying to track down anyone who might have known my dad in high school,” Pan started. She took a photo of her parents from her purse, and handed it to Sera, “This was taken a few days before my mother died. My dad’s not been the same since, so I’ve been trying to find some of his old friends.”
Sera looked at the photo, her expression very carefully blank. The strain was evident on Videl’s face, her smile forced. Gohan had a casual looking smile, but Sera recognized it as his bored/blank look. “So, you’re Gohan’s daughter? I guess the…” she hesitated over her choice of words, “Videl really was pregnant. Yeah, I knew them. He and I dated right up until his birthday when we were in high school. After I left, I tried to call him and tell him I was pregnant. His mom, Chi-Chi, told me if I tried to say he was the father of my baby, she’d have me sued for slander and defamation of character.” She chuckled and shook her head, “She never did like me much. Thought Gohan could do better. Wonder what she’d say if she found out that I ended up having twins because of him.”
Pan was dumbfounded. “I have brothers? Did you ever manage to get in touch with my dad?”
“No. When I found out I was pregnant, the doctor took me off my meds, so I wasn’t the most stable person. If I had pushed the issue, I most likely would’ve been arrested for assault at the very least. A chemical imbalance combined with hormonal mood swings from pregnancy didn’t make me exactly reasonable. I just said to hell with ‘em, raised the boys on my own.” She shrugged. “If you want to tell him, fine. I promise you your grandmother will deny it, and he tended to believe just about any line she fed him back then.”
Bra interrupted, “One last question, Sera. Are you seeing anybody?”
“I quit dating after that. My boys just graduated last year, and I wasn’t even going to consider trying to date with twins in school.”
“Would you consider going to the masquerade with my dad, and making sure to win him in the auction?” Pan blurted out. “I’ll make sure Grandma Chi-Chi doesn’t try anything. Please,” her face showed her worry, “since Mom died six months ago, Dad’s been real depressed. I’ve been really worried about him, and getting any form of emotion out of him would be better than having him sitting locked in his office at home with Mom’s old computer.”
Sera leaned back into her chair and sipped her drink before answering. “IF I agree to this, I don’t want anyone to know it’s me until afterwards. That’ll keep conflict to a minimum, make things easier on everybody. I’ll meet up with him there. And I can’t make any promises on something I can’t control. If the bids get out of my price range, there’s nothing I can do about it.”
Pan smiled. “I guess that’s all I can really ask. So, can I tell my dad he’s got a date?”
Bra interrupted “Maybe have them set up over the Internet in a chat room or something. After all, isn’t your dad on the computer all the time now? That would also give you a chance to get to know each other again. And, to make sure the bids don’t get out of your range, I’ll pay the tab on this one.”
“You know, Bra, I think that’s the best idea you’ve had all day,” Pan said. She turned to Sera, “Would that be okay with you?”
About that time, the waiter returned with a cart carrying their orders. As she took the first bite of her pasta, Sera smiled, “I’ll email you after while with my screen name. Just make sure he’s on.”