Dragon Ball Super Fanfiction: Potential of Man - 5. Chapter 5
Back at Home
“Do you think Dad can do it?” Marron asked her mother. It had been two weeks since Krillin had up and left. Marron was attending school as usual and 18 was the typical stay-at-home mom. Krillin was the breadwinner of the family even though it was unnecessary. 18 had a few million zenny squirreled away from the last Budokai Tenkaichi Tournament, so if managed properly, money wouldn’t be a problem for quite a while. Not only that, but Bulma was generous to give 18 a living allowance equivalent to her husband’s monthly salary for the next six months. So in terms of provision, they were plenty provided for. But that wasn’t the issue that was itching at 18’s mind.
“Hmm?” 18 responded. She was thinking when Marron asked her question. “What is it dear?”
“Do you think Dad can actually beat Uncle Goku?” she persisted.
18 looked at her daughter. She looked so much like herself. Aside from the lack of a nose, she was just like the girl 18 used to be. Before Gero changed her, that is. It’s something you wouldn’t expect, seeing the blonde woman now, but she used to be purely human like any other. And she could see the little girl she once was in Marron.
She looked at the girl and smiled. 18 confessed, “To tell you the truth, I don’t think he can.”
Surprise and concern plastered the young girl’s face. “But why did you say he needed to beat Uncle Goku before you’d forgive him?”
18 was staring into space, thinking. “Why did I make him do that?” The answer was quite obvious. She was hurt that he just up and left without so much as a note. Sure, Bulma filled her in on everything, but it’s not the same. Krillin just left without telling a soul. He didn’t even think to tell her. Just packed his bags a left. “I suppose I wanted him to suffer. Or at least just a little.”
18 snapped awake from her thoughts. “Yes, Marron?”
“Why are you making Dad fight Uncle Goku if you don’t believe he could even do it? Did you want Dad to get hurt?” The girl was perceptive. A little too perceptive for 18’s liking at the time. But she loved her all the same.
“I…” she was fishing to put an explanation together. “I want him to be stronger,” was her reply. “I want him to be more than the strongest man in the world. And what better way to do that than to fight the strongest man in the universe?”
Marron was watching her mother with large unwinking eyes, hanging on every word. “I know Uncle Goku is strong. But is he really the strongest in the universe?”
“You bet,” she replied.
“And Dad is going to fight him so he can be the strongest?”
“That is so cool!” Marron’s view of the situation changed and she appeared to believe 18’s story and rattled on about how cool it was that Krillin was going to get stronger to fight Uncle Goku. She didn’t lie to her. Everything she said was true. She truly does want Krillin to get stronger, and in a way, she’s happy that he’s training with Whis. But what she didn’t tell Marron is that when Krillin ran off, it reminded her of someone else. Someone dear who also ran off without a word. No goodbyes, no phone calls, no letters, nothing. Just gone… without a trace never to be seen again. He hurt her more than Gero’s experiments ever could. Make no mistake, it wasn’t the mad scientist’s experiments that took away a piece of her humanity, although being transformed into a cyborg did not help her situation. It was a simple man who said he loved her and would always be there for her… and then he wasn’t. Krillin reminded her of him. Even though it was for a brief moment.
“Yes dear,” 18 replied.
Marron looked at the ground for a moment and looked back. “Do you think I can get as strong as Dad?”
This question puzzled 18. Up until now, Marron had shown no real interest in fighting. Sure, she was determined and strong-willed but didn’t really apply that to anything but school and piano. She smiled and said, “I’m sure you can. Do you want to learn how to fight?”
Marron looked back at her mother with determined eyes. “Yes, Mom. I do. Can you teach me?”
This response really surprised her. Marron was actually serious. 18 just stared at her for a moment, and then threw her head back laughing. Here she thought Marron was more like herself than her father. Guess she had a little more of Krillin in her than she thought. And she liked that.
“What’s so funny?!” Marron complained, a pink flush creeping on her face from embarrassment. “Laugh all you want, but I want to learn to fight like Dad.” Now she really looked like her father, with her furrowed brow and frustrated expression. This made her mother laugh even more and even a few tears escaped her eyes.
18 wiped away her tears and said, “I’m so sorry dear. You just reminded me of your Father when you said that.”
“… well. I’m happy to be like Dad.” She paused for a moment and thought, “He could I possibly compare my husband to that man who ran out on us when I was thirteen years old. Krillin was never like that man. He’s selfless, kind, and always puts the family first. He doesn’t have to work, but he does anyway because in case anything happens, he wants to be able to provide for them. He was only selfish this one time. But now that I think about, after everything he has done and everything he has been through, I think he can afford to be a little selfish.” Her mother placed a hand on Marron’s head. “And I’m happy you are too. I wouldn’t have it any other way. And besides, if Krillin is training hard, then I could use a little training too.”
Author’s Note: I would like to thank everyone in the comments for pointing out my error in the chapter. When I first read the comments, I was a little upset, because I had written at the bottom of this chapter that I’m happy to receive your critiques and advice and all I got was “You messed up.” Then a friend pointed out the formatting error that occurred and I understood more fully what the problem was. But anyway, I hope you like this chapter and if you have any ideas on how I can better the story or plot, I am more than happy to read it. But I must insist that if you do have and idea, that you write more than things like, “It was good,” or, “It was bad.” But anyway, I hope you have a wonderful day. Cheers!