Music From Another Room w/ DBZ characters

Disclaimer: I have no rights to the movie Music From Another Room nor to the hit TV series Dragon Ball Z. I'n't it sad??

Jangler: So sad.

Jester: Shut-up, will ya? By the Way, you're not in this; well Gohan is but not you, specifically Jangler.

Jangler: y.y you hate me…

Jester: Yep!

Jangler: O.O…T.T that hurt….

Jester: Too bad, now on with the story!

~~~Begin story~~~

(AN: BTW, forget any family relationships, practically. I mean, just totally forget that Mr. Satan exists, but Videl does, only, her name is not "Satan", it is "Swan" in the story. K? Just had had to put that in.)

In a nice upper-middle class house a family was buzzing, preparing dinner, not a simple plain ordinary dinner they have every night, but a Thanksgiving Dinner, but mind you, it's not any ordinary Thanksgiving Dinner, this year, friends were coming over! Mrs. Bulma Swan was rushing about, as fast as she could for she was pregnant, finishing a trifle, while her husband, Mr. Vegeta Swan stood nearby not doing anything, and her three children sat at the counter in the kitchen, one of her children, her son, Trunks ate a pumpkin pie. Mrs. Swan cuffed his ear, and scolded him saying, "Stop eating that pie, it's for after dinner! We're expecting guests in case you have forgotten!"

"I'm hungry!" Trunks protested then continued to eat the pie.

"You don't know what hunger is! You ask the Russians, they'll tell you about hunger!" Mrs. Swan said getting some biscuits out of the oven, then set them off to cool and went back to the sink to finish dishes. Her husband leaned over to his brother.

"Bulma has this thing about how the Russians are so poor," Mr. Swan said to his brother.

"Now, Goku is bringing his son, so I want you all to be nice to him!" Mrs. Swan said. "He's a little shy."

"Why?" Mrs. Swan's daughter, Erasa asked.

"Because he is!"

Vegeta leaned over to his brother again, "His mother, Chi-chi died. She was murdered. And he, the son, found the body."

"I told you he was a retard," Trunks said, then put a piece of Pumpkin Pie in his mouth.

~~~~Outside~~~~~

A Jeep pulled up outside the Swan residence, and a tall man with black spiky hair stepped out, he was dressed in an army suit, no, not camouflage. It was a suit used by military personnel to wear to formal occasions. He walked to the other door and helped his four-year-old son out. His son looked like him. He too had black spiky hair; he was a little paler than his father though. He had a sad look on his face as he carried a pink box with a pie in it to the house.

"Now, Gohan, this is a nice family. The mother was a friend of your mother in High School. She has kids, so there'll be plenty of kids for you to play with," the man said, patting his son on the back.

Gohan traced the brass swan above the doorbell then rang the doorbell. Mrs. Swan answered, the family behind her. She opened her arms and pulled Gohan's father into a hug.

"Oh! It's so good to see you again, Goku!" She said, and then she looked down to Gohan and smiled. She knelt down. "Hello. You must be Gohan!"

Gohan nodded and gave her the pink box. "Oh, is this for the dinner?" she asked. Gohan nodded again, not at all smiling.

"Well, come in, come in! Dinner will be ready soon!" Bulma said and Goku and his son, Gohan stepped in.

~~a little later~~~

The Football game was on TV and the screen hazed a little, for it was a very old TV, plus, this is like 1977 here.

"You moved!" Trunks said.

"Don't move!" Erasa sighed exasperatedly.

And there stood Gohan, holding the TV antennas with a dull look on his face.

After dinner was over Gohan wandered into another room, and took off the shelf a photo album. He flipped through the pages glancing at photos till he got to a certain one. It was one of his father and mother together, the day of their wedding. The corners of his mouth curled up to a little smile, as he remember his mum, but disappeared after remembering the last time he saw his mom. He took the photo out of his place and held it.

In the kitchen, Bulma was washing dishes when she turned to see the game, all of a sudden she felt a gush of water between her legs, and she dropped her glass plate.

Back in the room that Gohan is in. He sat there; still holding the photo when the door opened, and Mr. Swan, his wife, and Gohan's dad came in. Mrs. Swan had a pained look on her face. Goku and Vegeta sat her down on a couch.

"Children, just go outside and play! Go on! Outside!" Vegeta yelled to his kids. Gohan hid behind a chair.

"Okay, Bulma, don't push, just don't push, wait until the medical team gets here," Goku said, trying to calm Bulma down.

"I have to push!" She said.

"Where the hell is the ambulance??" Vegeta roared. "We need a doctor!"

"G-Goku's a doctor!" Bulma said.

"Yeah, but I'd rather have one that's sober!" Vegeta said.

"Thanks for the extra boost of confidence, Vegeta," Goku said, taking off his jacket and placing it aside, as he grabbed a blanket and put it under Bulma.

"I can't keep this in!" Bulma said.

"What?? What?" Vegeta asked.

"She means, this baby has to come out now," Goku said. "Okay, I'm going to have you push soon, wait a sec…okay, push!"

Bulma pushed, squeezing her husband's shirt. She held her breath.

"Okay, Bulma stop, and breath, now push again!" Goku said. Bulma nodded and did so. "Oh no, I think there's something wrong."

"What? What? What do you mean wrong? Can you fix it??" Vegeta asked.

"I think the umbilical cord wrapped around the babies neck," Goku said. "I can't reach in and get it, my hands are too big."

Gohan's head had stuck out more from behind the couch and Vegeta nodded, "You, get out of here!"

Goku turned around to see what Vegeta was talking to. Goku nodded and said, "Do-do what he says, son."

Gohan nodded and got up to go to the door, when then Goku stopped him, "no, wait. Help me here."

Gohan nodded and stood next to him, waiting for instructions.

"Now, there's a baby in there," Goku said, receiving a puzzled look from his son, "I'll explain it later. But I want you to reach your hands up in there, and I want you to find the baby. When you feel it, feel for the umbilical cord, it's around the baby's neck; I want you to unravel it from the baby's neck." Gohan put his hands up Bulma, and searched. "Can you feel the baby?" Gohan nodded. "Okay look for the umbilical cord, it feels like a rope, a wet rope like when we rigged that little ship, remember?" Gohan nodded. "Okay, feel for that." Gohan did. "Can you feel it?" Gohan shook his head. "Can you now?" Gohan nodded. "Okay, get unraveled from the neck." Gohan worked. "Did you get it?" Gohan nodded. "Alright, great, now keep your hands there, and pulled the baby, Bulma, now PUSH!"

Bulma pushed, Gohan pulled, and finally the baby came out, Goku took the baby and wrapped it in a blanket near by, "Hey, it's a girl!"

Gohan gave Bulma the child; Bulma smiled, through her tears and red face, "Videl, her name is Videl!"

Goku, patted his son's back with a placenta-covered hand, and smiled proudly at his son. The Gohan, the quiet shy boy said, "I'm going to marry her."

Bulma smiled and laughed a little. Gohan just looked at the child fondly.

~~~25 years later~~~

Gohan looked out the bus window at the passing buildings of L.A. He saw on a wall written, 'I don't want the whole world, I just want your half' Gohan smirked to himself. Gohan had grown over the 25 year, standing at 6'3" and having shorter hair, though still a little spiky. He had been away to London for a year to train for being a tilest.

The bus stopped at his stop, he got off and walked down a few blocks to where his girlfriend's apartment was. WAS. As Gohan approached he saw a moving van, his happy face changed to one of confusion, as he saw his girlfriend loading the van with the movers. He himself ended up helping.

"I thought we were going to live together!" Gohan said, helping her carry a box to the van.

"Really?!" She said, annoyed. "What made you think that?"

"Probably when you said that when I came back we'd live together."

" I wrote you not to come!"

"OH you did? And where was I? On the road coming here! What's in New York?"

" William, now could hurry up please? These people charge by the hour!" She said, angrily. Gohan walked up behind her, disbelieving that he was being dumped.

"What? William, William of New York?! I thought you loved me!" He said a tad sarcastic though more angrily.

"Really?! What made you think that?"

"Probably when you said 'I love you.'"

"That's sweet, really it is Gohan. But you take thing to literally, it's a great quality, don't lose it," She said then walked back into the apartment.

"What am I going to do now? Where am I going to LIVE, Sara?"

"I don't know. I'll tell you what, I'll sell the apartment to you."

"For how much?"

"$1600."

Gohan's eyes widened in disbelief, "A month?!"

"Yeah," She said like it was common knowledge. "Okay, 1530, but I can't go any lower. Take it or leave it, I have a waiting list like a mile long."

"I won't," he said, taking another box. She just nodded her head, ignoring him. He scowled, as he walked over to the van, he turned to Sara, who wasn't standing there. Then he slammed the box onto the van, and shouted, "I am never ever going to fall in love again!"

The box turned out to have 'FRAGILE' written on it, a Mexican worker bent over and picked it up and said to Gohan, "Good luck amigo."

Gohan just looked at him then picked up his trunk and walked off, after giving an angry kick at a bush.

"But, Mr. Laveny said that I give you the letter you give me the job," Gohan said, walking in a museum type place with a fat short man dressed in paint stained clothes with a curled mustache wearing an "artists' hat"

"Well, he was mistaken. Listen, I have 15 others to apprentice too. I'd hire you if I had the money, but I don't! I'm sorry," The man said.

"But I'm the best Mr. Yajirobe!" Gohan said.

"The best?" He repeated, looking Gohan over, not sure. He looked up at the painting he was restoring. Then he said, "Call me in a week." Then he walked off. Gohan just stood there a moment that was bad luck incident number two. Then he walked off. He walked to streets of L.A. looking for a place to stay. He then saw a sign in the window of Krammer's Bakery that said, 'Room for Rent please inquire within.' Gohan smiled, the week was looking better! He crossed the street and went inside the Bakery.

The old man, Mr. Krammer walked him up to the room and said in his old voice, "The way you speak, where are you from?"

"I'm from here," Gohan said. "Well, I was born on an air force base outside of town. My dad die a year ago while I was in London, training to be a mosaic."

"A mosaic?"

"Yeah, I mean, I repair mosaics."

"Oh, is there a call for that?"

"No, not enough. They use computers to design mosaics now."

"Ah, yes, it's like baking, it's all plastic now, plastic covering, plastic containers," Mr. Klammer got out a key and unlocked a door and stepped in side a room. It wasn't a small room, nor big, it was medium size. It had a bed at one wall, a window, a couch, a mirror near the closet; it had wooden floors (for this was an old building) with a throw rug. "This is it. No smoking, no parties. The girl before you, she had parties."

"Oh, it smells nice," Gohan said cheerily. Mr. Krammer gave him the key. "Do you ride a bicycle?"

"Yeah, I ride bikes, why?"

"If you do delivery, the rent goes down," Mr. Krammer said.

"Okay."

Gohan rode a bike with a basket that held a pink box tied in twine down a street in the upper-middle class homes. He held a sheet with an address; he looked at the street signs at the intersection. He was lost! He saw a couple getting out of a mini van. "Excuse me, could tell me where Olmstead Street is? Olmstead Street," Gohan said. The couple just ignored him. Gohan sulked and waved lazily and said, "Thanks for your help."

Gohan got off his bike and walked it up to a house. He was just going to go against men's pride and actually ask for directions, he didn't think that asking the couple that ignored him counted. He got the box, out of habit of delivery though this wasn't the house and he looked at the doorbell. It had a swan above it, the memory came back to him of that day, and he rang the doorbell. He looked around, it looked the same, he looked up at the house… yep it was the same. He immediately turned around, when the door opened.

"Who is it?" a woman asked, she didn't seem to look straight at him. Gohan could tell she was blind. Gohan walked back up. He looked at the paper.

"Could, you help me, I'm looking for Olmstead Street."

"Oh."

"No, it's alright, I can leave."

"We're leaving now!" a woman shouted into the house as she exited, she was tall, had black hair, and violet eyes. She was thin, but not to thin.  "Come on, I thought you were coming."

She held the blind girl's arm. The Blind girl yanked her arm out of her sister's grasp, "No, I changed my mind."

"Oh, come on, don't be silly!"

"I'm NOT being silly, I can't skate."

"Yes you can. Anyone can skate, I bet he can skate," she said gesturing to Gohan. "Can you skate?"

"Uh, Yeah, yeah I can skate," Gohan said, being pulled out of his thoughts.

"See? Now, come on, Marron."

"I don't want to."

"Fine," the girl said then turned and then noticed Gohan still standing there. "May I help you?"

"Oh, this gentleman is looking for Olmstead Street," Marron said stepping forward a little.

"Oh, okay, you go up until you reach that stop sign there, then you take a left to and go down until you reach the drugstore, then go right," the girl kept talking but Gohan wasn't really listening, he was looking, remembering what he said, and falling in love.

The girl, Videl, finished speaking and Marron turned to Gohan, "Did you understand all that?"

Gohan was pulled out of his train of thought again, blinking from the sunlight, he nodded, "Uh, yeah, yeah, I got it. Thank you." He got on his bike and left.

~~~End Chapter~~~

Jester: Okay, I have to see the movie again; it's not exactly totally line for line. Okay? So, I was just watching it because Jude Law is in it, and I thought, what a great story this would make! So, I got to thinking and presto! So, hope you like it! Tc!

Jester

PS my other DBZ story isn't here, I just made this one while here in ABQ!! ^____^