An Angel's Tale
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Dragon Ball Z › Het - Male/Female
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Adult ++
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Category:
Dragon Ball Z › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,568
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.
Everything About You
Author’s Note: I’m out of the part of this story that I had done. Updates will be a little further apart, since I’m writing with 3 kids under the age of 5.
Everything About You
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Dragonball Z, but my four-year-old claims she owns chibi Trunks.
Tuesday morning, Gohan woke up early from the first really good night’s sleep he’d had in a while. After showering, and attending to all things necessary, he dressed and went to check his email. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was as eager to see what his mystery friend had sent him as a child on Christmas morning. He was so driven by curiosity that he almost walked right into his daughter in the hallway.
Pan had spoke to Sera the night before, and made sure to be home in the morning to make sure that Gohan ate something before locking himself in the office to search for the other people in the picture that was sent. She intercepted him between the bathroom and the door to his office with a (mixing) bowl of cereal and mug of coffee. “I had a hunch you’d try to skip breakfast when I heard the shower running…,” she said, forcing both into his hands. “I’m going to be working with Bra all morning, but I get to knock off early since we’ve got the band booked for the party. Do you want to meet up for lunch, Dad?”
Gohan smiled affectionately at his daughter. “Sure, Panny, where did you have in mind?” He thought for a minute, remembering that he needed to get his costume soon, “How about you just call home when you get done, and I’ll pick you up. I’ve got to pick up a costume this afternoon and need your help.”
“Sure thing. Do you already know what you want, or do you want me to pick something?”
“I’m going as Gene Simmons. I need the outfit, but I don’t necessarily need the mask. Face paint would work just fine,” Gohan added, “I used to listen to his band a lot when I was in high school.”
Pan smiled. “I know who KISS is, Dad. The band that we’ve hired for this weekend covers some of their stuff. One of the songs they played for their audition was ‘Do You Love Me.’ I just didn’t think you liked them. I’ve never heard you listen to any of their stuff.”
“Your mom didn’t like rock music, so I didn’t play any,” Gohan said, with a look that said that the subject was better left alone. A thought occurred to him, and as Pan was walking back down the stairs, he called to her, “What was the name of the band you hired?”
Oblivious to her dad’s web surfing the night before, she answered, “An American band Corsette recommended, Psychopomp.”
Gohan froze, the news hitting him like a blow to the gut. The band that Sera managed was playing the masquerade. She would likely be there, since that’s what managers do, they supervise and manage the band.
All at once, he was a blur of motion to his office. He HAD to check for the clue now. When the photo loaded, and he read the message about the tango, the pieces started to fall into place. She had flirted with him, known about the tattoo, and had used the screen name ‘angel’.
Just as he thought about it, the messenger chimed at him.
(You’re up awfully early. Did U sleep well?) angel4u typed.
(Like a baby) he replied, typing one-handed and shoveling cereal with the other. He chuckled when he read her reply.
(You woke up and cried every two hours? I didn’t think I was that mean :~()
(Well, you wouldn’t tell me your name.)
(The antici…pation is meant to intrigue you.)
(It does. And you’re up early as well.)
(I had to work early. And kids don’t get themselves ready no matter how old they are, as I’m sure you know.)
Gohan now saw the opportunity to see if his suspicion was correct. (Where do you work? And how many kids?)
(I work for a band. I’ve got twins of my own, plus I adopted my brother’s two kids when his wife passed away. And my sons’ buddy travels with us a lot. So, for all intents and purposes, I have five kids.)
(How old?)
(My twins are 19, oldest nephew is 25, the younger is 20, and my pseudo-son is 19. Oldest is in the Marines, the other four are my full-time job;))
(You said last night, an extra-special surprise if I figured out your ID before Friday. What?)
(It’s a secret. It’s only Wednesday, don't guess until tomorrow night unless you're absolutely sure… And if you say Erasa again, I’ll knock the glasses off your face.)
He chuckled. (I wasn’t going to say Erasa. I was going off your clue.)
(I have to get offline now, meeting. U going to be on later?)
(Yeah. I’m meeting my daughter for lunch, and we’re getting my costume, but I should be on this evening, unless you just want to hook up for dinner?)
(We’ll see. Bye,) and then she was gone.
Gohan went back to the website he’d found days before. Clicking on the link to access images of the band, he took a long look at the bios. The oldest boy, Raphael, Rafe for short, was Sera’s nephew. Chris was the child of friends of hers, staying summers with her while his parents went across the United States to follow the band Metallica. Her twin sons, Gabriel and Michael, didn’t have their father mentioned in the bio, but the picture said it all.
He had two sons. Sera had given birth to his children without telling him, but why? He went back to his messenger, and typed an off-line message to angel4u.
(Sera, we need to talk.)
Everything About You
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Dragonball Z, but my four-year-old claims she owns chibi Trunks.
Tuesday morning, Gohan woke up early from the first really good night’s sleep he’d had in a while. After showering, and attending to all things necessary, he dressed and went to check his email. He didn’t want to admit it, but he was as eager to see what his mystery friend had sent him as a child on Christmas morning. He was so driven by curiosity that he almost walked right into his daughter in the hallway.
Pan had spoke to Sera the night before, and made sure to be home in the morning to make sure that Gohan ate something before locking himself in the office to search for the other people in the picture that was sent. She intercepted him between the bathroom and the door to his office with a (mixing) bowl of cereal and mug of coffee. “I had a hunch you’d try to skip breakfast when I heard the shower running…,” she said, forcing both into his hands. “I’m going to be working with Bra all morning, but I get to knock off early since we’ve got the band booked for the party. Do you want to meet up for lunch, Dad?”
Gohan smiled affectionately at his daughter. “Sure, Panny, where did you have in mind?” He thought for a minute, remembering that he needed to get his costume soon, “How about you just call home when you get done, and I’ll pick you up. I’ve got to pick up a costume this afternoon and need your help.”
“Sure thing. Do you already know what you want, or do you want me to pick something?”
“I’m going as Gene Simmons. I need the outfit, but I don’t necessarily need the mask. Face paint would work just fine,” Gohan added, “I used to listen to his band a lot when I was in high school.”
Pan smiled. “I know who KISS is, Dad. The band that we’ve hired for this weekend covers some of their stuff. One of the songs they played for their audition was ‘Do You Love Me.’ I just didn’t think you liked them. I’ve never heard you listen to any of their stuff.”
“Your mom didn’t like rock music, so I didn’t play any,” Gohan said, with a look that said that the subject was better left alone. A thought occurred to him, and as Pan was walking back down the stairs, he called to her, “What was the name of the band you hired?”
Oblivious to her dad’s web surfing the night before, she answered, “An American band Corsette recommended, Psychopomp.”
Gohan froze, the news hitting him like a blow to the gut. The band that Sera managed was playing the masquerade. She would likely be there, since that’s what managers do, they supervise and manage the band.
All at once, he was a blur of motion to his office. He HAD to check for the clue now. When the photo loaded, and he read the message about the tango, the pieces started to fall into place. She had flirted with him, known about the tattoo, and had used the screen name ‘angel’.
Just as he thought about it, the messenger chimed at him.
(You’re up awfully early. Did U sleep well?) angel4u typed.
(Like a baby) he replied, typing one-handed and shoveling cereal with the other. He chuckled when he read her reply.
(You woke up and cried every two hours? I didn’t think I was that mean :~()
(Well, you wouldn’t tell me your name.)
(The antici…pation is meant to intrigue you.)
(It does. And you’re up early as well.)
(I had to work early. And kids don’t get themselves ready no matter how old they are, as I’m sure you know.)
Gohan now saw the opportunity to see if his suspicion was correct. (Where do you work? And how many kids?)
(I work for a band. I’ve got twins of my own, plus I adopted my brother’s two kids when his wife passed away. And my sons’ buddy travels with us a lot. So, for all intents and purposes, I have five kids.)
(How old?)
(My twins are 19, oldest nephew is 25, the younger is 20, and my pseudo-son is 19. Oldest is in the Marines, the other four are my full-time job;))
(You said last night, an extra-special surprise if I figured out your ID before Friday. What?)
(It’s a secret. It’s only Wednesday, don't guess until tomorrow night unless you're absolutely sure… And if you say Erasa again, I’ll knock the glasses off your face.)
He chuckled. (I wasn’t going to say Erasa. I was going off your clue.)
(I have to get offline now, meeting. U going to be on later?)
(Yeah. I’m meeting my daughter for lunch, and we’re getting my costume, but I should be on this evening, unless you just want to hook up for dinner?)
(We’ll see. Bye,) and then she was gone.
Gohan went back to the website he’d found days before. Clicking on the link to access images of the band, he took a long look at the bios. The oldest boy, Raphael, Rafe for short, was Sera’s nephew. Chris was the child of friends of hers, staying summers with her while his parents went across the United States to follow the band Metallica. Her twin sons, Gabriel and Michael, didn’t have their father mentioned in the bio, but the picture said it all.
He had two sons. Sera had given birth to his children without telling him, but why? He went back to his messenger, and typed an off-line message to angel4u.
(Sera, we need to talk.)