An Angel's Tale
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Dragon Ball Z › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
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2,566
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,566
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own DragonballZ, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Setup
Authors Note: Don’t forget to review, ya’ll!
J.
Setup
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of it. Duh. But my kids wish I did.
Gohan came in that day feeling drained. His meeting with Bulma this morning had been to inform him that the charity event he had offered to help with was a masquerade ball and bachelor auction. The ball he could’ve tolerated, he was getting used to being forced to be social every now and then. He would even get to be masked. The auction was what he was dreading, once he learned that she intended to have him up on the block.
A note was left on the fridge for him. “Pizza ordered, will be here @ 6:00. Working late. Will spend the night w/ Bra. If you need me, I’ll be online. IM me. Love, Pan.”
So he was going to be alone tonight. That was okay with him. He would go on and see if he could find anything else out about what Sera was up to. He had to find a way to make things right with her. If she still had her maiden name, maybe things were bad between her and her hus… Oh, hell, he couldn’t even bring himself to think the about her being married to someone else.
The pizza man chose that moment to show up. Gohan answered the door, paid for the dozen pizzas, and went up to the office. He sat down and logged on, hoping to find out what his daughter was up to. Instead, a message popped up as soon as he opened his messenger.
(Hi, Gohan, feel up to talking to an old friend?) the message read. It was from a login he’d never seen before, angel4u.
(Do I know you?) He typed back.
(Yes and no. You did once upon a time, but it’s been a while.)
(Who are you? Where do I know you from?)
(I’d rather not say just yet. Could we talk for a while? Please?)
(If you give me some hint as to who you are. I don’t like chatting with strangers.)
(One hint, then I’m dropping the identity topic. We went to school together.)
(Its not Erasa is it?) He shuddered at the thought of Videl’s best friend from high school.
(You insult me like that and I might just log off ;))
He smiled. She must have been one of the Drama Club students he and Sera had hung out with. (Can you prove you’re not Erasa ;))
(I remember the tattoo on your left shoulder that you used to cover with stage makeup. It said ‘Good boys are bad boys that haven’t been caught’)
He instinctively flexed his left shoulder, remembering when Sera had talked him into it. The dragon with the rose in its mouth that encircled the quote had been her idea, while the phrase was one he’d picked up from a movie the two of them had seen. (OK, so definitely from the DC. Any more bones to toss my way?)
(Only if you’re good. How’ve you been?)
(Getting by,) he hesitated a bit before typing the next question, (do you remember Sera Nuriel?)
A few moments later, after a pause that almost made him think whoever it was had logged off, the answer came. (Yes. Y?)
(Do you have an address, email address, anything, for her?) He asked desperately. Maybe she’d stayed in contact with some of their friends after she went back to the US.
(One more time, why? Last I heard, she went back to the states with the image of lawsuits dancing in her head, courtesy of Videl)
That was one more thing Gohan hadn’t known about Sera’s bat-out-of-hell departure. (I just found out something that my late wife told her, and I need to make things right.)
Another long pause, then the next message gave Gohan the first true ray of hope he’d had since Videl’s death. (I don’t feel comfortable giving it to you over the internet, but I do have both her address and email, and her cell #. R U going to CCorps party this weekend?)
(Yes. My daughter is planning it.)
(I’ll give them to you there, then. What are you going as?)
(Gene Simmons) he typed, making a mental note to ask Pan to see about finding him the costume. Chi-Chi had burned his old one when she’d found it. After all, it’d been a gift from Sera. The thought of getting back in touch with old friends, and seeing Sera again, rekindled the rebellious streak that Gohan had sworn had died when he’d found Sera’s ring.
(LOL Since you’ll be the demon, I guess I’ll be an angel. I have to go soon, gotta work tomorrow.)
(Have I been good enough to get another hint?)
(Ain’t that the double entendre of the century? Tell you what, say goodnight and log off. Go to bed, and when you get up check your email. I’ll send you another hint after I see your icon go dark. And I’ll send you another one each night until Friday. If you can guess who I am, I’ll give you an extra-special gift when I see you at the party. Deal?)
Gohan couldn’t help but smile at the game the woman was playing. It had to be a woman; none of the guys in Drama Club would’ve been able to make the connection to Gene Simmons. (Deal. Goodnight, angel) he typed, and then logged off.
Across town, Sera whispered to the screen, “Goodnight, my knight in golden armor. I love you.” Then, she loaded the picture of the two of them with a group of about eight of their friends at their senior prom and emailed it to him with the caption, “We’re both in this picture. Remember the look on Videl’s face when you and Sera did the tango?”
J.
Setup
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any of it. Duh. But my kids wish I did.
Gohan came in that day feeling drained. His meeting with Bulma this morning had been to inform him that the charity event he had offered to help with was a masquerade ball and bachelor auction. The ball he could’ve tolerated, he was getting used to being forced to be social every now and then. He would even get to be masked. The auction was what he was dreading, once he learned that she intended to have him up on the block.
A note was left on the fridge for him. “Pizza ordered, will be here @ 6:00. Working late. Will spend the night w/ Bra. If you need me, I’ll be online. IM me. Love, Pan.”
So he was going to be alone tonight. That was okay with him. He would go on and see if he could find anything else out about what Sera was up to. He had to find a way to make things right with her. If she still had her maiden name, maybe things were bad between her and her hus… Oh, hell, he couldn’t even bring himself to think the about her being married to someone else.
The pizza man chose that moment to show up. Gohan answered the door, paid for the dozen pizzas, and went up to the office. He sat down and logged on, hoping to find out what his daughter was up to. Instead, a message popped up as soon as he opened his messenger.
(Hi, Gohan, feel up to talking to an old friend?) the message read. It was from a login he’d never seen before, angel4u.
(Do I know you?) He typed back.
(Yes and no. You did once upon a time, but it’s been a while.)
(Who are you? Where do I know you from?)
(I’d rather not say just yet. Could we talk for a while? Please?)
(If you give me some hint as to who you are. I don’t like chatting with strangers.)
(One hint, then I’m dropping the identity topic. We went to school together.)
(Its not Erasa is it?) He shuddered at the thought of Videl’s best friend from high school.
(You insult me like that and I might just log off ;))
He smiled. She must have been one of the Drama Club students he and Sera had hung out with. (Can you prove you’re not Erasa ;))
(I remember the tattoo on your left shoulder that you used to cover with stage makeup. It said ‘Good boys are bad boys that haven’t been caught’)
He instinctively flexed his left shoulder, remembering when Sera had talked him into it. The dragon with the rose in its mouth that encircled the quote had been her idea, while the phrase was one he’d picked up from a movie the two of them had seen. (OK, so definitely from the DC. Any more bones to toss my way?)
(Only if you’re good. How’ve you been?)
(Getting by,) he hesitated a bit before typing the next question, (do you remember Sera Nuriel?)
A few moments later, after a pause that almost made him think whoever it was had logged off, the answer came. (Yes. Y?)
(Do you have an address, email address, anything, for her?) He asked desperately. Maybe she’d stayed in contact with some of their friends after she went back to the US.
(One more time, why? Last I heard, she went back to the states with the image of lawsuits dancing in her head, courtesy of Videl)
That was one more thing Gohan hadn’t known about Sera’s bat-out-of-hell departure. (I just found out something that my late wife told her, and I need to make things right.)
Another long pause, then the next message gave Gohan the first true ray of hope he’d had since Videl’s death. (I don’t feel comfortable giving it to you over the internet, but I do have both her address and email, and her cell #. R U going to CCorps party this weekend?)
(Yes. My daughter is planning it.)
(I’ll give them to you there, then. What are you going as?)
(Gene Simmons) he typed, making a mental note to ask Pan to see about finding him the costume. Chi-Chi had burned his old one when she’d found it. After all, it’d been a gift from Sera. The thought of getting back in touch with old friends, and seeing Sera again, rekindled the rebellious streak that Gohan had sworn had died when he’d found Sera’s ring.
(LOL Since you’ll be the demon, I guess I’ll be an angel. I have to go soon, gotta work tomorrow.)
(Have I been good enough to get another hint?)
(Ain’t that the double entendre of the century? Tell you what, say goodnight and log off. Go to bed, and when you get up check your email. I’ll send you another hint after I see your icon go dark. And I’ll send you another one each night until Friday. If you can guess who I am, I’ll give you an extra-special gift when I see you at the party. Deal?)
Gohan couldn’t help but smile at the game the woman was playing. It had to be a woman; none of the guys in Drama Club would’ve been able to make the connection to Gene Simmons. (Deal. Goodnight, angel) he typed, and then logged off.
Across town, Sera whispered to the screen, “Goodnight, my knight in golden armor. I love you.” Then, she loaded the picture of the two of them with a group of about eight of their friends at their senior prom and emailed it to him with the caption, “We’re both in this picture. Remember the look on Videl’s face when you and Sera did the tango?”