Disclaimer: I do not own DBZ, but really wish that I at least had some
rights to Trunks, ^.^(), but since that I don't then I suppose I must bow
to Toriyama-sama's genius. However Sierra is mine and I will have words
with anyone that tries to steal her from me--- maybe.
Anywho, that said, I hope that you at least give me some credit for my late night boredom sprees.
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Dropping to his haunches Trunks decided to take a small breather. He had been training all morning, and the last half hour of shadow boxing had seemed to have been leaving him more bruised than his dark counterpart.
With a short wobble his legs briefly gave out, he allowing himself to fall into a sit. Dragging a soggy forearm across his forehead he mopped away some of the sweat that had been racing down his back like Niagara Falls. Another wave of exhaustion and he found himself staring at the sparse clouds above. In the back of his mind Trunks tried to make out different pictured in the clouds. ~Bunny.~ He blinked and reconsidered. ~Dragon. Dragon balls. Sword. Face. Bird. Fire-~ Before he finished the thought he found a dark face peering down at him, worry etched into Sapphire eyes. Startled he jumped back slightly, forgetting about the cool grass itching away at his back.
"You really need to stop sleeping out here like this, and get back to your training. If you really want to win the World Martial Arts Tournament-"
Trunks quickly tuned the woman out. He had met Ebalym at the last tournament. The last thing he had expected to run into was another Saiyan, and a female at that. They had been sharing a house for the last half-year now, and almost every day it had become the same routine. Training, training, training. Yelled at for taking a break to regain lost energy. Fight for point of view. Lose battle and spend the night on the couch. He sighed and sat up, locking eyes with her, his feeling like daggers to even him. "Shut up." Was all he could muster to mumble. He instantly regretted the choice of words. In reply her tail had shot straight back, a sign in which he was all too familiar. For a moment he stumbled to get his footing, her pissing and moaning about how he never shows her any respect anymore and is always too busy with himself to spend any time with her kept knocking him back. She had a sharp tongue, and he was rapidly beginning to feel the sting of its strikes.
Quickly he shot one hand up silencing her instantly. He had had enough. "I'm tired. I'm exhausted, and I REALLY do not feel like listening to your lecture again. Just do me one favor right now and leave."
Ebalym stared at Trunks in shock for a minute before turning in a huff and storming off. She of course wasn't going to let him off that easy, but all the same she couldn't think of a good enough comeback at the moment. Meanwhile Trunks calmly stood massaging a temple, both knowing she would be back by nightfall.
When she was finally out of view he returned to training, deciding to see how many laps he could make around the globe on foot by dinnertime.
Panting he dropped face first upon a patch of soft, young grass. Six laps was all he was able to make before his heart decided that it wanted to play supernova in his chest.
By the time his heart had slowed to a pace half of what it had been he was finally able to push himself up off the ground and stumble inside the house. It was still empty. She hadn't returned yet. He shrugged, knowing that it wouldn't affect him in any way. ~Not gonna lose sleep over her.~ He was actually thankful that she was gone. Meanwhile he stumbled through the kitchen, digging out ramen and some week old barbequed chicken. Taking a seat on the counter, as soon as it was mostly warm, he quickly swallowed down the meager meal then staggered off to the bedroom. Sighing contently she swaggered to the bed and fell face first onto the crimson down comforter, unconscious before even hitting the mattress.
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Admits the darkness black flames reach for the sky. A foul stench of chard flesh has settled over the village's remains. Those that hadn't fled in time were killed in a slow burning pain.
Huddled amongst the chard remains a teenaged girl sat, trembling, praying to the gods that she wouldn't be found by the darkness, yet still waiting for it to consume her along with the rest of her people. She had been clutching her ears singing to herself under her breath to block out the screams of her friends, family, and cries of children.
A cold heat fell upon her, the girl feeling her heart freeze admits the icy flames. Her eyes flew wide, the short breath feeling like ice in her lungs. Before she could realize what had happened darkness consumed her view.
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Okay, gonna leave off there and collect my thoughts. I guess send me your thoughts. If you have any.
Anywho, that said, I hope that you at least give me some credit for my late night boredom sprees.
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Dropping to his haunches Trunks decided to take a small breather. He had been training all morning, and the last half hour of shadow boxing had seemed to have been leaving him more bruised than his dark counterpart.
With a short wobble his legs briefly gave out, he allowing himself to fall into a sit. Dragging a soggy forearm across his forehead he mopped away some of the sweat that had been racing down his back like Niagara Falls. Another wave of exhaustion and he found himself staring at the sparse clouds above. In the back of his mind Trunks tried to make out different pictured in the clouds. ~Bunny.~ He blinked and reconsidered. ~Dragon. Dragon balls. Sword. Face. Bird. Fire-~ Before he finished the thought he found a dark face peering down at him, worry etched into Sapphire eyes. Startled he jumped back slightly, forgetting about the cool grass itching away at his back.
"You really need to stop sleeping out here like this, and get back to your training. If you really want to win the World Martial Arts Tournament-"
Trunks quickly tuned the woman out. He had met Ebalym at the last tournament. The last thing he had expected to run into was another Saiyan, and a female at that. They had been sharing a house for the last half-year now, and almost every day it had become the same routine. Training, training, training. Yelled at for taking a break to regain lost energy. Fight for point of view. Lose battle and spend the night on the couch. He sighed and sat up, locking eyes with her, his feeling like daggers to even him. "Shut up." Was all he could muster to mumble. He instantly regretted the choice of words. In reply her tail had shot straight back, a sign in which he was all too familiar. For a moment he stumbled to get his footing, her pissing and moaning about how he never shows her any respect anymore and is always too busy with himself to spend any time with her kept knocking him back. She had a sharp tongue, and he was rapidly beginning to feel the sting of its strikes.
Quickly he shot one hand up silencing her instantly. He had had enough. "I'm tired. I'm exhausted, and I REALLY do not feel like listening to your lecture again. Just do me one favor right now and leave."
Ebalym stared at Trunks in shock for a minute before turning in a huff and storming off. She of course wasn't going to let him off that easy, but all the same she couldn't think of a good enough comeback at the moment. Meanwhile Trunks calmly stood massaging a temple, both knowing she would be back by nightfall.
When she was finally out of view he returned to training, deciding to see how many laps he could make around the globe on foot by dinnertime.
Panting he dropped face first upon a patch of soft, young grass. Six laps was all he was able to make before his heart decided that it wanted to play supernova in his chest.
By the time his heart had slowed to a pace half of what it had been he was finally able to push himself up off the ground and stumble inside the house. It was still empty. She hadn't returned yet. He shrugged, knowing that it wouldn't affect him in any way. ~Not gonna lose sleep over her.~ He was actually thankful that she was gone. Meanwhile he stumbled through the kitchen, digging out ramen and some week old barbequed chicken. Taking a seat on the counter, as soon as it was mostly warm, he quickly swallowed down the meager meal then staggered off to the bedroom. Sighing contently she swaggered to the bed and fell face first onto the crimson down comforter, unconscious before even hitting the mattress.
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Admits the darkness black flames reach for the sky. A foul stench of chard flesh has settled over the village's remains. Those that hadn't fled in time were killed in a slow burning pain.
Huddled amongst the chard remains a teenaged girl sat, trembling, praying to the gods that she wouldn't be found by the darkness, yet still waiting for it to consume her along with the rest of her people. She had been clutching her ears singing to herself under her breath to block out the screams of her friends, family, and cries of children.
A cold heat fell upon her, the girl feeling her heart freeze admits the icy flames. Her eyes flew wide, the short breath feeling like ice in her lungs. Before she could realize what had happened darkness consumed her view.
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Okay, gonna leave off there and collect my thoughts. I guess send me your thoughts. If you have any.