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"Mrs. Chestnut, about your daughter...." by C.S. Hayden (PG)
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crack_van. I'm getting a late start, but this fandom still has a large piece of my geeky heart.
Title: "Mrs. Chestnut, about your daughter...."
Fandom: Dragon Ball Z
Characters: Marron, Android 18
Author on LJ: C.S. Hayden
Author Website: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/14853/CSHayden
Why this must be read:
In a fandom that is primarily about boys beating up other boys, it's nice to see the girls get some recognition. Even if one of those girls is the indomnitable Android 18.
This is a future fic dealing with Krillan and Android 18's daughter, Marron, who is having trouble with bullies at school… and her mother's advice on how to handle it.
Excerpt: Marron stared miserably at her shoes. The other girls' parents had already gone into Mr. Fitzpatrick's office, their muffled voices rising and falling indignantly through the thick door. She could hear hissing whispers a few seats away and ventured a sidelong glance through the blonde fringe of her bangs. Jetta and her cronies were huddled together, gossiping as usual and casting vicious looks at her.
"This is it, Chestnut," Jetta taunted from the safety of her little social club. "Once my dad is through with Fitzpatrick, you'll be expelled and no school in town will take you."
"Where's your little shrimp of a father?" another girl, Missy or Muffy -- Marron could never keep their silly names straight - sneered as she popped her gum. "Betcha he's too scared to come."
The outer office door opened and firm footsteps strode towards them. Marron looked up and nearly fainted with relief. "Mom!"
Eighteen ignored the other girls and went straight to her daughter. The ex-android was dressed in a chic pants suit and perfectly groomed - but with a no-nonsense look in her eye. "Are you all right?" she demanded. "What was that moron talking about?"
"I'm okay," Marron answered reluctantly, not wanting to blubber in front of everyone, "but they started it."
"Did not!"
"Liar!!"
Looking over her daughter's shoulder, Eighteen swept a frigid stare over the covey of girls that stunned them into silence. She took in the disheveled state of their clothes, the assorted bruises and bumps, and large bald patches in their hair. Turning back to Marron, she gave her the barest smile.
"Mrs. Chestnut, about your daughter...."
crack_van. I'm getting a late start, but this fandom still has a large piece of my Title: "Mrs. Chestnut, about your daughter...."
Fandom: Dragon Ball Z
Characters: Marron, Android 18
Author on LJ: C.S. Hayden
Author Website: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/14853/CSHayden
Why this must be read:
In a fandom that is primarily about boys beating up other boys, it's nice to see the girls get some recognition. Even if one of those girls is the indomnitable Android 18.
This is a future fic dealing with Krillan and Android 18's daughter, Marron, who is having trouble with bullies at school… and her mother's advice on how to handle it.
Excerpt: Marron stared miserably at her shoes. The other girls' parents had already gone into Mr. Fitzpatrick's office, their muffled voices rising and falling indignantly through the thick door. She could hear hissing whispers a few seats away and ventured a sidelong glance through the blonde fringe of her bangs. Jetta and her cronies were huddled together, gossiping as usual and casting vicious looks at her.
"This is it, Chestnut," Jetta taunted from the safety of her little social club. "Once my dad is through with Fitzpatrick, you'll be expelled and no school in town will take you."
"Where's your little shrimp of a father?" another girl, Missy or Muffy -- Marron could never keep their silly names straight - sneered as she popped her gum. "Betcha he's too scared to come."
The outer office door opened and firm footsteps strode towards them. Marron looked up and nearly fainted with relief. "Mom!"
Eighteen ignored the other girls and went straight to her daughter. The ex-android was dressed in a chic pants suit and perfectly groomed - but with a no-nonsense look in her eye. "Are you all right?" she demanded. "What was that moron talking about?"
"I'm okay," Marron answered reluctantly, not wanting to blubber in front of everyone, "but they started it."
"Did not!"
"Liar!!"
Looking over her daughter's shoulder, Eighteen swept a frigid stare over the covey of girls that stunned them into silence. She took in the disheveled state of their clothes, the assorted bruises and bumps, and large bald patches in their hair. Turning back to Marron, she gave her the barest smile.
"Mrs. Chestnut, about your daughter...."