BASS'S POV-
I sat outside with Olve while my sister and parents talked to Mr. Graham. While we were outside the class I saw a girl pass by. She had short purple hair and was wearing a tight shirt that revealed a little bit.
I could feel my face heat up when she turned to look at me. She smiled before walking off. I gulped lightly before I felt someone hit me on top of the head. I looked up and saw my cousin standing there.
"What is it Jared," I asked.
"What are you staring at," he asked as he glanced around.
"Nothing. Where is Aunt Julia?"
"She's around with Dad. No idea where though."
"Oh hi Jared," Mom said as she stepped out of the room and hugged him. "How's my favorite nephew?"
"Hey," Drawar exclaimed with a slight glare.
"One of my favorite nephews," Mom corrected herself before kissing Drawar's cheek. To which he just made a noise of disgust.
"I'm fine."
"Good to see you again Jared," Dad said as he walked up.
"Hey Uncle Dende. I didn't know you were here too."
"Yeah. I came for the twins."
"Well good luck going to about fourteen different classes. It will be hard since Storme is in advanced classes and the idiot over here isn't."
"Hey," I growled before punching him in the shoulder slightly.
"Oh well. We should probably go now. Give your parents my best," Mom said before she wrapped an arm around Storme's shoulders before doing the same to me.
"Let's go," Dad smiled as we started to walk away.
TIME SKIP BY: PICCOLO'S TURBAN
We were finally done with open house and Storme looked like she was about to pass out she was so tired. Mom asked her if she slept at all the night before and she shook her head no. We rounded a corner and someone bumped into her.
When I was about to catch her someone grabbed her hand and held her up. I looked over and saw a kid with white hair standing there.
"My bad," he said as he pulled her up.
"No. It was my fault sorry," Storme apologized as she made eye contact with the guy. They both stopped for a moment and noticed they were still holding each other's hands before they let go with slightly red faces.
"I'm Dominic."
"Storme. This is my twin brother Bass."
"Nice to meet you both. I have to go but I hope to see you around," he said before leaving with a nod of his head. Storme smiled to herself and I put an arm around her shoulder.
"You like him," I said to which she started stuttering.
"N-n-no I d-don't!"
"I ship it," Mom whispered.
"Mother please!" Storme was turning red before she took off in flight with the three of us soon following. Dad looked a little worried though. I wonder about what.
VIOLIN'S POV-
As we got back to the lookout I told the kids to go get ready for bed. Once they walked away I turned my attention to Dende.
"What's wrong?"
"What do you mean," he asks as he kept his gaze over Earth.
"You looked like something was bothering you after the kids met that Dominic kid."
"I don't know. I got a strange feeling while we were st the school. I feel like something was wrong."
"You too huh? I thought I was just upset about the twins again."
I stood next to him and looked over the edge of the lookout. I couldn't see everything like Dende, but I could still see to some extent.
"I fear of what could happen to the kids," Dende said.
"They're strong. Let's hope it doesn't threaten them, and if it does then they have a whole family full of fighters to help them."
"I'm not much of a fighter," he said as he looked away with some purple dusting his cheeks.
"I believe you could be if you had the right motivation. Just like Bulma or Chi Chi." I kissed him lightly and he pouted as I pulled away.
"Great so you compare me to Goku and Vegeta's wives. What does that make you?"
"Goku and Vegeta."
We both laughed lightly and I kissed him once more before going to our room to get ready for bed.
I hope we're wrong and there isn't any actual threat. We haven't had one in almost eighteen years. I'm getting nervous.
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The Nemekian's Family
Fanfiction"Dende kissed me as our friends cheered. In that moment I knew that everything would be alright from here on out. " But what nobody realized was how wrong Violin's thoughts were as a new threat started to form it's plan. What shall become of our dea...
