Moon light Stroll
The stars shone like bright diamonds in the thick velvet black sky. The full moon shone down from the heavens a magnificent golden light than shone in his bright blue eyes and danced in his lavender hair. A smile graced his well-formed lips. He loved to the full moon. He loved the walking in the light of the moon. Which was way Trunks choose to walk instead of fly or drive as he made his way through Satan city to Capsule Corps.
It was late, very late. The whole city was asleep. Not a single creature stirred as Trunks softly strode along the gray footpaths. He liked it this way. He liked the solitude, he liked the flesh air, they helped him think. They helped him relax. He needed to think, he needed to relax. He had been under too much stress lately. Stress at home with his father telling him to train more, stress at work with his mother trying to stick him behind a desk for the rest of his life. He had a lot on his mind as well. Reaching into his pocket he pulled out a small blue box. Flipping it open he glared at the ring with the seriously oversized diamond. Marron had been hinting towards that for months now and Trunks had been walking around with that in his pocket for almost that long. But the problem was that although Trunks loved Marron he was not sure he wanted to settle down just yet. But he was sure as hell not about to lose her over his indecision. Putting the ring back into his pocket Trunks began to muse on the consciences of marrying at this point in his life.
The road winded and turned and led the absent minded Trunks to a sleepy part of town. The buildings there were old and decaying, relics from a past time a past way of life. But what the world saw was only the front. Inside the buildings were different very different. Perched on top of one of these building a figure watched in utter silence the moon light stroll of the bold, beautiful Trunks. The unique combination of brain and brawn that was Trunks aroused the figure's curiosity to the peek. The watcher was fully aware of the inherent complexity of Trunks character. Trunks grace, breeding also shone throw. A faint smile curved the lips of the watcher. Trunks was indeed a magnificent specimen of a male, the only flaw that could be attributed to him would be his lack of height. But no one was perfect.
The figure moved its foot barely a millimeter. The sound that frivolous movement made would not have been audible to a human standing right next to the figure. But Trunks heard it clearly. He stopped dead in his tracks. Suddenly fully aware of eyes boring down on his back. Lighting fast he turned his head upwards to the place where the figure had been. His eyes darted to one side as his sensitive eyes detected movement event in the pitch dark shadows cast by the other taller buildings. Nothing. He had caught a glimpse of the figure out of the corner of his eyes but that was all that he saw. He strained his hearing to see if he could pick up something more. Nothing. All was still, all was quiet. The stillness was beginning to get to Trunks. The light breeze had been blowing just a couple of moments ago had also disappeared. Turning away Trunks took to the sky. He had had enough of a moon light stroll for one night.
The figure watched the departing figure of Trunks well hidden in the shadows. When Trunks finally vanished entirely from sight the watcher turned to the other figure, 'No way he is human. His senses are too sharp.' said the soft sweet female voice.
'So I noticed.' Came the deep quiet voice distinctly male voice. 'Which is why he would make an extremely good prey for us to hunt.'
The girl smiled a mischievous smile, 'So he would.' She turned back to where she saw Trunks last, 'Tomorrow?' she wondered.
'Tomorrow.'