Chapter 1

“Vegeta, don’t you think you’ve been training her enough for today? She’s all beaten up.”

“Woman, mind you own business, I will train her whenever I want to.”

“It’s okay mom, I’m fine, really.”

I look at her, she’s so strong. Both mind and body. My daughter Parawal is 14 years old now. She can already raise up her strength to super saijan tree if she wants to, but she doesn’t, for the same reason as I believe her mother didn’t, because she doesn’t want to show that she’s stronger than me. She doesn’t know that I know, and till now she has done everything to prevent me from finding out.

But I did, two years ago. She was fighting Trunks. They both fought as if it was a matter of life and death, wile it was actually just about the remote control. Trunks was stunned when she turned super saijan three, but I wasn’t. I already knew her powers were amazing, although I have to admit I didn’t expect her to achieve level three so early.

My thoughts are interrupted as I hear Bulma sigh. Even though she was getting on my nerves almost all the time, I never second guessed my decision. I now still believe I’ve chosen right. She turned around and I watched as she entered the house. She was right, Parawal was all beaten up and she was at the edge of breaking down.

As Bulma closed the door behind her I turned around just in time to dodge an energy blast Parawal had send for me.

“So you think you can just attack me wile my back is turned?”

I hadn’t finished my sentence and she already shot back:

“How come you think you can just turn your back against me when we’re sparring?”

She was right. I thought I could because she was all worn out, but I shouldn’t have underestimated her. I grinned.

“Fine, have it your way then.”

I said as I flew straight for her. To my surprise she dodged me, kicking me in my back. We sparred like this for an other hour.


I raised out my hand for her to grab it. She was now on the floor, almost incapable to move.

“Let’s go get some dinner.”

She hold her head up, looking me in my eyes. She slightly nodded. She was unbelievable, she didn’t even said a word about healing her first. She placed her hands on the floor and slowly stood up, not using my hand I still had held out for her. ‘Perhaps I’ve taught her a little to good.’ We walked inside.

She struggled to sit down. A part of me felt sorry for her, but a much bigger part was just so proud. It still surprises me how stubborn she is. I know she must have got some from me, but surely not all. I’ve thought about this many times. All the things she had, that I didn’t have, she must have gotten from her mother.

Parsnipe. Sometimes I still think about her. How confident she was. How she always tried to fight the voices in her head, she just couldn’t win. As I look at Parawal once more I realise that her mother most have had far more mind power than I could have ever guessed. That programming had ruined her life and in the end, had finished it.

“Dad, are you okay?”

I look up at my daughter.

“I’m fine.” I spit out a bit to hard. I softened my voice, seeing the shocked look in her eyes.

“I was just thinking about your mother.”

She froze. It wasn’t often that I talked about Parsnipe.

“Do you miss her dad?”

I looked away. I suppose some part of me misses her, her determination, but the biggest part of me was happy with what I had.

“What did she look like?”

Knowing Parawal I knew she wouldn’t be able to just let this rest. I sighed.

“I don’t quite remember.”

It was the truth. It has been 14 years since I last saw her. And that was just a few minutes alive, before that she didn’t want me to see her for 6 months. And after, I had just chosen for Bulma, I couldn’t just watch her for hours when she lay there on the hospital bed. They had taken a picture of her after she died to put it on her coffin at her funeral, but that funeral never took place. There was no one willing to organise it. No one who had cared for her or her death. I suppose she really had been alone her entire life. As she told me the day we met, she had just so many names over the years, she didn’t even know what was hers anymore.

I never thought that the picture reflected the way she looked. Therefore I didn’t want to take the picture home, part from that, Bulma wouldn’t be happy with me taking it.


I turned my head facing Parawal again. She had a disbelieving and confused look in her eyes. Again I sighed.

“How come?” she finally asked me.

I couldn’t tell her what her mother looked like, because I didn’t know. But I was able to get an image from her in my mind. Whenever I had forgotten what she looked like at all, all I had to do was take a look at Parawal, they look so much alike.

“You.”

The confusion in her eyes grew.

“She looks like you, you look like her. I can detect a little bit of me in you, but part from that you are exactly like your mother.”

She blinked, then, with to much of a convincing voice she said:

“She must have been really pretty then.”

I laughed, that was Parawal. Always so playful but at the same time so serious.


Bulma came in. As she was looking at Parawal I saw pity in her eyes. Perhaps Parawal wasn’t hers, but she always treated her as if she were. Bulma never understood her power though. She knew Trunks was strong, that he could even become a super saijan, but she didn’t even knew this about Parawal. Mostly because Parawal never wanted to show her out of fear that I would see it to, not realising that it only made me proud.

As Bulma starts making our dinner, my thoughts are drifting back to the past, to the troubles that we have lived trough, that Parawal could have helped prevent if she had used her full power.


It was 7 years ago, at the world tournament. We learned about a wizard named Babadi. I let him take control over me, turn me evil. It was the biggest mistake of my life. Trunks helped fighting Buu a little at first, then became really important in winning the battle, but Parawal, Bulma wouldn’t let her fight. Even thou a super saijan two was no match for Buu, her help wouldn’t have hurt. Parawal didn’t mind, she didn’t want to show her full strength even if she’d die otherwise. I suppose it was for the best that she didn’t fight.


“Here you go. Parawal, don’t you want to heal first?”

“No thanks mom, I’ll be just fine.”

Bulma and I gave each other a look telling, what are we to do with her, she’s just so stubborn. Parawal and I ate in silence, Bulma just sitting with us.

“Parawal, don’t forget that your first school day starts tomorrow okay.”

She just sat there, her head held down. Because no one ever understood her strength she wasn’t excepted in a lot of schools. It didn’t help either that she came from a ‘mistake’ that her father made and that she wasn’t even Bulmas. Nor that she had a name everyone just laughed at. Of course then there was her tail as well.

She went to a new school tomorrow.

“Dad, can’t I just stay home and train with you some more?”

“Train some more, Parawal, you’re all worn out. I don’t even care what Vegeta thinks about this, you’re going to school tomorrow young lady.”

“Parawal, you can’t skip school. It is important that you learn what they have to teach you there.”

Both Bulma and Parawal gave me the strangest look.

“What?”

“You see darling, even your father agrees with me on this.”

Shock still in her eyes.

“But dad…”

“No buts Parawal, Trunks has to go, Bulla has to go, so do you. Now finish your meal and then go to bed. You’ll have to get up early tomorrow.”

She sadly nodded. She must really hate school, but she had to go, the more she hated it, the stronger it would make her if she went.