Author's note: TADA! I finally got this up! It's not near to being done,
but I'm putting it up anyway! Even though only one person reviewed Royalty
& Rejects ;; But RYU-MIZU ROCKS! So it's all good.... So I dedicate this in
part to Ryu-Mizu because they're probably going to be the only one to read
it. I have so much confidence in myself. -.-;
A lady, entangled in white sheets, rolled onto her side and groggily looked at the digital clock on her bedside table. It read 12:00 in flashing numbers. She rolled onto her back and once again wondered how she could live with some of the smartest people in the universe and yet still have a broken alarm clock.
She pushed her sheets to the side and threw her feet onto the floor. Wondering how late she had slept, the lady reached out a thin, fair skinned hand to the bedside table and grabbed her hairbrush. While brushing out her jet-black hair, she walked to the bathroom connected to her room and laid down her brush on the space by the sink. She reached her hand into her pajama's pants pocket and pulled out a hair tie, which she then held between her thin lips for the moment. She somehow managed to put her thick hair into a tight braid that went a little ways down her back, then tie the end well with the hair tie. She brushed her white teeth and put on light blue stone stud earrings and a matching collar, which enhanced her sparkling blue eyes. She then took off her pajamas and put on a light blue dress, which almost perfectly matched the stone's color. The skirt was short enough to be called a mini-skirt and the top stopped about 3/4 of the way up her breast, leaving it sleeveless and neckless.
She smiled at her reflection then made her way out of her room and happily downstairs to the kitchen, where she noticed that the light was off, when it was just about never. Running her hand over the wall by the kitchen door until she found a light switch, she flipped it up, shedding light in to the eerily quiet kitchen. No one was in the kitchen at all. Of course this freaked her out; no one was in the kitchen of the Capsule Corp. She crept across the room peering about, until her eyes fell upon the clock and she cursed aloud: it was 3:42 in the morning.
She went to one of the many drawers lining the walls and pulled out a pad of sticky notes and a pen. Pulling off the cap, she wrote the first words that she had leaned to write in, as she called it, "Earthling": Fix Alarm Clock – Claire. Claire pushed the cap back onto the pen then threw it back into the drawer. She pulled off the written on sticky and threw the rest of the pad into the drawer and closed it. Claire turned off the light as she walked to the door of Dr. Brief's lab. Adding her sticky note to all of the others reading the same thing, one for everyday since it first broke, she became infuriated by the lack of notice given to her stickies. Idea! She quickly walked up to her room and ripped the plug of her alarm clock out of the outlet, then went back to the lab's door with the malfunctioning machine. She tied the alarm clock by the cord to the door handle and smiled at the ingenious idea. She then left for her room to change into her training outfit, which did not consist of an easily seen up dress.
A buzzing noise was heard once again as a young boy rolled over in his bed to face his clock. He noted that it was 10:00 and that he had worked his way up from 6:00 in ten-minute snooze button intervals. He hit the snooze button again and rolled onto his back, eyes closed, dozing off to the unanswerable question: what dipshit thought that a snooze lasted 10 minutes?
Right as he was boarding the dreamland express, a happy voice broke into his slumber. "Time to get up, Mr. Snooze-Button!"
The boy pealed one eye half-open to see the smiling face of his mom. Then he closed his eye and rolled onto his side, away from the alarm clock. He heard a few beeps as his mom turned off the alarm, and her voice again, saying something about "get up now" and "breakfast."
Rolling onto his back, he opened his eyes and rubbed them sleepily as he sat up, mumbling all the while about how tired he was.
His mom started blabbering on about how late he had stayed up and that he really needed to brush his hair. Then she left to let him to get dressed on his own, warning him not to go back to sleep as she noticed his eyelids drooping.
He yawned loudly then got out of bed and grabbed some clothes. He took off his PJs and put on a dark blue, sleeveless, V-neck shirt and matching pants, grabbing the nearest sash (which was orange) and tying it around his waist, letting his shirt sag a little so he could move freely.
He then half walked, half stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen. A huge breakfast was laid out for him, and his pace quickened as he saw every individual morsel of food.
He jumped into the chair closest to the syrup as he began to gobble up all of his food in a proper manor, which, FYI, is quite a talent.
His mother looked at him and shook her head. "At least he has some manners," she said to herself. She noticed that her son stopped for a sec to swallow a huge hunk of food before he went back to stuffing his face again. She then spoke up so he could hear. "Trunks, dear! Chew!"
Trunks nodded as well as he could while gobbling down all of the food within arms reach.
Once he had finished his late breakfast, he felt repeating tugs at his short, lavaneder-ish hair. "Mom," he said exasperatingly. "My hair's fine!"
His mom shook her head as she still brushed his hair. "It's a bird's nest back here!" She exclaimed, then mumbled, "How does he get his hair so tangled?"
Trunks sighed and took the brush from his mom. "I'll finish it," he said. "I need to go train."
His mom shook her head slowly and smiled. "You're just like your father," she whispered as he walked away.
But she hadn't heard the end of the sentence that Trunks said as he quickened his pace. "Or Dad'll kill me!"
As he ran for the door, he heard a loud, echoing BOOM then his aunt's hysterical laughter. His dad yelled something at her then opened the door to the gravity machine/spaceship, and Trunks almost slammed right into him. Trunks looked up and said, "Yo, Dad!"
"Shut up, boy," his father replied, walking off.
Trunks shrugged his shoulders and walked into the room, noticing that the machine was off. He saw his aunt wiping a tear from her eye from apparently laughing so hard.
She shook her head and said, "He'll always be my little brother." She took a deep breath, almost as if she had just experienced a nostalgic moment, then noticed Trunks. "Hey, there, Lil T!"
Trunks smiled and replied, "Hi, Aunty C!"
(Note from Author: Incase you're having a slow moment, I'll quickly explain the nicknames. Lil T is Little Trunks and Aunty C is Aunt Claire.)
Claire smiled back and said cheerfully, "Lets get started!"
Trunks jumped up with one of his fists pumped into the air and said enthusiastically, "Yeah!" He ran off to get his sweat towel so that he could wipe himself off when he got sweaty, ignoring that he had just used a trademark Goten move.
Claire whispered to herself as Trunks was coming back, "He's more like his father than he knows."
Trunks cocked his head to one side. "What's that?" he asked.
Claire smiled again. "Nothing."
A small boy, about Trunks' age, flew to the Capsule Corp. Or more specifically, Trunks' window. He tapped the window loudly, and, when no one opened it, he tried to sense where Trunks was. He smiled. Of course! Training!
The small boy flew to the gravity machine/spaceship and looked into one of the windows and saw Claire and, more importantly, Trunks sparing in the air. He banged on the thick glass window, where a tap couldn't be heard, until the two trainers turned their heads.
Trunks grinned. "Look, Aunty C! It's Goten!" He turned to the boy outside the window and waved, and the boy waved back. Trunks then turned back to Claire. "Could you take us to the park? Pleeeeeease?"
Claire smiled a motherly smile. "Alright," she said. "But you'll have to train double hard when we get back, ok?"
Trunks' eyes sparkled with excitement. "Really? You rule, Aunty C!" He flew down and turned off the gravity machine and motioned to Goten for him to go around to the front door.
The boy outside the window grinned and did a thumb up and flew to the front door.
Trunks ran while wiping the sweat from himself. Claire walked calmly behind him and also wiped some sweat off herself. She heard the door open and Trunks say something like, "Hey, Goten! We can go to the park!"
Claire smiled and thought about how easy it was to please him; no money, no extra birthday presents, just a trip to the park with his best friend. She looked at the two happy boys and said, "Why don't you two grab a snack while I change out of these sweaty clothes."
The boys said, "OK," in unison then flew off to the kitchen.
Well, she thought to herself, make that two things: a trip to the park with his best friend and food.
Author's Note: Hope you noticed the edits! I worked so hard... tear Welp, reviews are always welcome... HINTHINTHINT!
A lady, entangled in white sheets, rolled onto her side and groggily looked at the digital clock on her bedside table. It read 12:00 in flashing numbers. She rolled onto her back and once again wondered how she could live with some of the smartest people in the universe and yet still have a broken alarm clock.
She pushed her sheets to the side and threw her feet onto the floor. Wondering how late she had slept, the lady reached out a thin, fair skinned hand to the bedside table and grabbed her hairbrush. While brushing out her jet-black hair, she walked to the bathroom connected to her room and laid down her brush on the space by the sink. She reached her hand into her pajama's pants pocket and pulled out a hair tie, which she then held between her thin lips for the moment. She somehow managed to put her thick hair into a tight braid that went a little ways down her back, then tie the end well with the hair tie. She brushed her white teeth and put on light blue stone stud earrings and a matching collar, which enhanced her sparkling blue eyes. She then took off her pajamas and put on a light blue dress, which almost perfectly matched the stone's color. The skirt was short enough to be called a mini-skirt and the top stopped about 3/4 of the way up her breast, leaving it sleeveless and neckless.
She smiled at her reflection then made her way out of her room and happily downstairs to the kitchen, where she noticed that the light was off, when it was just about never. Running her hand over the wall by the kitchen door until she found a light switch, she flipped it up, shedding light in to the eerily quiet kitchen. No one was in the kitchen at all. Of course this freaked her out; no one was in the kitchen of the Capsule Corp. She crept across the room peering about, until her eyes fell upon the clock and she cursed aloud: it was 3:42 in the morning.
She went to one of the many drawers lining the walls and pulled out a pad of sticky notes and a pen. Pulling off the cap, she wrote the first words that she had leaned to write in, as she called it, "Earthling": Fix Alarm Clock – Claire. Claire pushed the cap back onto the pen then threw it back into the drawer. She pulled off the written on sticky and threw the rest of the pad into the drawer and closed it. Claire turned off the light as she walked to the door of Dr. Brief's lab. Adding her sticky note to all of the others reading the same thing, one for everyday since it first broke, she became infuriated by the lack of notice given to her stickies. Idea! She quickly walked up to her room and ripped the plug of her alarm clock out of the outlet, then went back to the lab's door with the malfunctioning machine. She tied the alarm clock by the cord to the door handle and smiled at the ingenious idea. She then left for her room to change into her training outfit, which did not consist of an easily seen up dress.
A buzzing noise was heard once again as a young boy rolled over in his bed to face his clock. He noted that it was 10:00 and that he had worked his way up from 6:00 in ten-minute snooze button intervals. He hit the snooze button again and rolled onto his back, eyes closed, dozing off to the unanswerable question: what dipshit thought that a snooze lasted 10 minutes?
Right as he was boarding the dreamland express, a happy voice broke into his slumber. "Time to get up, Mr. Snooze-Button!"
The boy pealed one eye half-open to see the smiling face of his mom. Then he closed his eye and rolled onto his side, away from the alarm clock. He heard a few beeps as his mom turned off the alarm, and her voice again, saying something about "get up now" and "breakfast."
Rolling onto his back, he opened his eyes and rubbed them sleepily as he sat up, mumbling all the while about how tired he was.
His mom started blabbering on about how late he had stayed up and that he really needed to brush his hair. Then she left to let him to get dressed on his own, warning him not to go back to sleep as she noticed his eyelids drooping.
He yawned loudly then got out of bed and grabbed some clothes. He took off his PJs and put on a dark blue, sleeveless, V-neck shirt and matching pants, grabbing the nearest sash (which was orange) and tying it around his waist, letting his shirt sag a little so he could move freely.
He then half walked, half stumbled down the stairs to the kitchen. A huge breakfast was laid out for him, and his pace quickened as he saw every individual morsel of food.
He jumped into the chair closest to the syrup as he began to gobble up all of his food in a proper manor, which, FYI, is quite a talent.
His mother looked at him and shook her head. "At least he has some manners," she said to herself. She noticed that her son stopped for a sec to swallow a huge hunk of food before he went back to stuffing his face again. She then spoke up so he could hear. "Trunks, dear! Chew!"
Trunks nodded as well as he could while gobbling down all of the food within arms reach.
Once he had finished his late breakfast, he felt repeating tugs at his short, lavaneder-ish hair. "Mom," he said exasperatingly. "My hair's fine!"
His mom shook her head as she still brushed his hair. "It's a bird's nest back here!" She exclaimed, then mumbled, "How does he get his hair so tangled?"
Trunks sighed and took the brush from his mom. "I'll finish it," he said. "I need to go train."
His mom shook her head slowly and smiled. "You're just like your father," she whispered as he walked away.
But she hadn't heard the end of the sentence that Trunks said as he quickened his pace. "Or Dad'll kill me!"
As he ran for the door, he heard a loud, echoing BOOM then his aunt's hysterical laughter. His dad yelled something at her then opened the door to the gravity machine/spaceship, and Trunks almost slammed right into him. Trunks looked up and said, "Yo, Dad!"
"Shut up, boy," his father replied, walking off.
Trunks shrugged his shoulders and walked into the room, noticing that the machine was off. He saw his aunt wiping a tear from her eye from apparently laughing so hard.
She shook her head and said, "He'll always be my little brother." She took a deep breath, almost as if she had just experienced a nostalgic moment, then noticed Trunks. "Hey, there, Lil T!"
Trunks smiled and replied, "Hi, Aunty C!"
(Note from Author: Incase you're having a slow moment, I'll quickly explain the nicknames. Lil T is Little Trunks and Aunty C is Aunt Claire.)
Claire smiled back and said cheerfully, "Lets get started!"
Trunks jumped up with one of his fists pumped into the air and said enthusiastically, "Yeah!" He ran off to get his sweat towel so that he could wipe himself off when he got sweaty, ignoring that he had just used a trademark Goten move.
Claire whispered to herself as Trunks was coming back, "He's more like his father than he knows."
Trunks cocked his head to one side. "What's that?" he asked.
Claire smiled again. "Nothing."
A small boy, about Trunks' age, flew to the Capsule Corp. Or more specifically, Trunks' window. He tapped the window loudly, and, when no one opened it, he tried to sense where Trunks was. He smiled. Of course! Training!
The small boy flew to the gravity machine/spaceship and looked into one of the windows and saw Claire and, more importantly, Trunks sparing in the air. He banged on the thick glass window, where a tap couldn't be heard, until the two trainers turned their heads.
Trunks grinned. "Look, Aunty C! It's Goten!" He turned to the boy outside the window and waved, and the boy waved back. Trunks then turned back to Claire. "Could you take us to the park? Pleeeeeease?"
Claire smiled a motherly smile. "Alright," she said. "But you'll have to train double hard when we get back, ok?"
Trunks' eyes sparkled with excitement. "Really? You rule, Aunty C!" He flew down and turned off the gravity machine and motioned to Goten for him to go around to the front door.
The boy outside the window grinned and did a thumb up and flew to the front door.
Trunks ran while wiping the sweat from himself. Claire walked calmly behind him and also wiped some sweat off herself. She heard the door open and Trunks say something like, "Hey, Goten! We can go to the park!"
Claire smiled and thought about how easy it was to please him; no money, no extra birthday presents, just a trip to the park with his best friend. She looked at the two happy boys and said, "Why don't you two grab a snack while I change out of these sweaty clothes."
The boys said, "OK," in unison then flew off to the kitchen.
Well, she thought to herself, make that two things: a trip to the park with his best friend and food.
Author's Note: Hope you noticed the edits! I worked so hard... tear Welp, reviews are always welcome... HINTHINTHINT!