I wrote this story a couple of years ago. It's been sitting dormant on my web server. I decided to post it here, in chapter form.

Some background: I was sitting at the computer one day, staring at the screen. Then, I had this idea...What would happen if Speed and Trixie got married and had a some kids? The story kind of took off from there. I hope to make a series of fan fics based on these characters. I have so much more I want to do with them. I especially had fun developing the character of Speed's daughter, Velosity (yes that is the correct spelling of her name.)

As to what he's doing now as an adult, let's just say that poor Speed isn't a happy camper. Can't say I blame him, if my life was anything like his I'd be pretty miserable too. Yet, when you get deep down inside, Speed is still the honorable, upstanding guy we all know and love.

I guess I have to put the obligatory disclaimer here: Speed Racer is the property of Speed Racer Enterprises, no infringement of copyright is intended. I just happen to like writing Speed Racer fan fic, so please don't sue me!

One more thing, if you're one of those fans who can't stand the thought of anybody messing with Speed's head, I think that maybe you should stop right here. As for the rest of you, enjoy!



Chapter One – Velosity

Velosity Racer sped around the track, her long dark hair flying out from under the white racing helmet which had a red "M" emblazoned on the front. She grinned as she thought about actually being in a real professional race. She had just turned eighteen, the same age her father was when he started racing. Everyone had said that he wasn't ready to race; that he wasn't old enough. But he showed them. He was ready and he was good, one of the best, eventually becoming a three-time world champion. She vowed she would do even better. There was no way she wouldn't. After all, he was the one who taught her.

She remembered that old saying, The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. It was certainly true in her case. She was Speed Racer's daughter in looks and temperament. They even shared the same birthday, something that pleased her. She loved celebrating that day with her Dad. For some reason though, her father hadn't been very enthused about his birthday. Turning thirty-nine was something that made him cringe. "Just wait till next year," Mom had teased him. "The big FOUR-OH!" He responded with a groan.

A voice came over her headset, "I think that's enough for today, Velosity. Why don't you pull her on in?"

"Aw Dad, not yet. I've only done twenty laps. Just a couple more, please?" She wasn't ready to head back to the real word just yet.

"Sorry, but it's getting close to dinner time and I don't want us to be late. You know how your mother feels about being late for dinner, especially on Monday."

Monday was family night, the one night during the week where everyone stayed home and they did family-type things together. Velosity though it was all so phony and silly. "Okay...But I'd rather do this."

She pulled over to the side of track. Her face was flushed from the excitement of it all, getting to drive such a magnificent car. She opened the door and climbed out and chuckled to herself thinking of how her father would have done it. He could be such a show off at times.She walked up to a man who was holding a stopwatch. He smiled at her. The resemblance between the two of them was amazing. They both had the same lean build, perfect smile and most noticeably, stunning cobalt blue eyes. The only difference, besides gender, was that her dark hair was very long, ending down at her waist, while his was on the short side and starting to gray at the temples.

"Los, that was your best time yet!" he proclaimed.

She was overjoyed. "I knew it! It was like the car was part of me out there, you know?"

Speed Racer nodded. If anyone understood how she felt, it was him. "You're gonna do your old man proud next Sunday!"

"Old Man, gosh Dad you sound like you're ancient or something. I mean, you're not that old," she said seriously before breaking into giggles.

"Wise guy." He laughed and put his arm around her. "Let's go home, Mom's waiting."

"Okay, just let me freshen up a bit. My make-up is in ruins!" She headed inside to the ladies room.

Speed watched as she walked away, a twinge of sadness went through him. His little girl was all grown up. "Where has the time gone?" he wondered.

His reverie was broken by a slap on his shoulder. "She's lookin' really good. Before we know it she's gonna be better than you!"

"You know Sparky, you might very well be right. Kid's got natural talent and incredible timing."

"Just like her dad. She not only inherited your looks, she also got your driving skill," Sparky said. He'd been amazed at how easily Speed's daughter had taken to racing. It was as if she had been doing it for years instead of a few months. She was indeed, a natural.

Velosity returned, checking her image in a compact. "All set. Let's go Dad, we don't want to feel Mom's wrath!"

"No we don't!" he said. "See ya later, Spark."

"You gonna be here tomorrow?" he asked.

Speed shook his head. "No. I have a ton of meetings. That's the worst thing about this job, the damn meetings."

"Yeah, well that's what they pay you the big bucks for," Sparky reminded him.

Speed's way with people had made him perfect for a job in sales. The fact that his father was president of the company really had nothing to do with it. It may have gotten his foot in the door, the rest he had done on his own.

"Sometimes I wonder if it's worth it..." Speed sighed wistfully as he gazed at the track. His head knew his racing days were behind him. It was just too bad his heart hadn't figured it out yet.

Noticing the far away look in her father's eyes Velosity realized how much he missed racing. She too wished he could still race. It would be awesome to be on a father/daughter racing team. But it was an impossible dream; something that would never happen, thanks to that last race he was in. A shiver went through her. She didn't want to think about that awful day.

Speed looked up at the up raceway clock. Trixie would be really PO'd if they were late. Heck, they already were. "Guess we'd better go. You want to drive, Los?" She nodded enthusiastically as he handed her the keys.

When they arrived home, Trixie was standing in the doorway, pointing to her watch. Speed smiled sheepishly and shrugged as he approached her.

"Sorry, got caught up talking to Sparky..."

She nodded. "Uh huh, just as long as that's all you were doing. You know what the doctor said about racing."

Speed rolled his eyes. "I know, I know... How could I not with you constantly reminding me?"

"Well it's for your own good. If it were up to you, you'd still be racing with no regard to the effect it has on your body."

Speed raised his voice, "God, I'm so sick of this...every time I go to the track you accuse me of racing. What do you think I am, an idiot?" He stormed into the bedroom and slammed the door.

Velosity glared at her mother. "Thanks a lot Mom! Now you got him all upset. There goes family night again."

"Don't you start!" Trixie admonished her daughter. "I have enough trouble having to deal with you father when he gets in one of his moods, I don't need any grief from you."

"Sorry. It's just that I hate it when he gets crazy like this," Los said.

"I know, and I'm sorry for taking my frustration with your father out on you," Trixie said.

"It's okay, Mom."

Trixie gave her a little smile. "How about you go tell your brothers to get washed up for dinner? I'll take care of your father." She headed towards their room hoping she could coax Speed out of his foul mood.

Velosity watched her mother as she went down the hall. Her father might be angry now, but she knew that soon the happy, somewhat embarrassing sounds of her parents making love would emanate from their room. "Don't they realize how loud they get?" she wondered, amazed that they were even together. A short time ago that seemed nearly impossible. After her father's accident they were barely on speaking terms. But somehow their intense love for each other pulled them through. She stood by their bedroom for a few minutes, the muffled sound of her parents' voices drifted through the door. She suddenly felt uncomfortable as the talking changed to giggles and love sounds. She ran up the stairs. "Go! Dash! Dinner time!"

"We're ready and starving!" they answered in unison as they ran out of their room, taking the stairs two at a time. Three steps before the bottom Go stopped short, his brother bumped into him.

"Listen Dash, they're at it again!" Go said.

"Sheesh, don't they got no morals?" Dash asked.

Velosity shooed them down the rest of the stairs. "Hey, just be glad that it's not the time after the accident. Remember what it was like when Dad came home from rehab?"

Go shuddered. "I'm still tryin' to forget! Dad was just so mean..."

"Yeah, really awful," Dash nodded in agreement.

"Then let's not bring up Mom and Dad's little love making session of today, okay?"

"Sure, Sis!" they said.

They had just finished setting the table when they heard the bedroom door open. Velosity looked slyly at her mother as she entered the kitchen. "Where's Dad?"

"He was feeling a bit sweaty and decided to take a shower..." Trixie said with a dreamy smile.

Velosity shot the twins a warning look at their devilish giggles.