A/N: Ok, I don't own Trunks and Goten. or anybody else and. well, when I
get too them I'll let you know. Please don't sue me, I only get 10$
allowance (. This fanfic's kind of. weird? I'm going to type up a different
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Chapter I: When the Wind Whispers.
The wind blew out her candle softly and plunged the room into an eerie light from the window. The girl clutched the meowing bundle in her arms and pulled it closer. She'd been on many rescue missions, but none, like this, none with this uncomfortable feeling. She was determined to show herself none of her imagination was true, and it was all perfectly logical. She'd been searching for the kitten that now lay in her arms, unwilling for a neighbor who was complaining that her "little baby" needed to be found right away. The girl had been told to find the kitten in the building the lady had told her she'd lost seen her, in an old abandoned building where no one had lived for centuries, where debris was everywhere from long erosion, and a house maid would have kept busy for months. But the girl had faced worse, so she'd gone searching for the rogue kitten, only to find her cowering in an old moldy blanket. She'd wrapped the kitten, which appeared to be unaware of the situation, in her sweater. That's when she heard that sound, the sound of blazing fires, crashing ice, growing vines, and thundering lightning, all at the same time. She'd been frightened at first, then reminded imagination, she often gotten carried away, and had ventured up the stairs, hearing the sound again, she was suddenly in a trance and had followed the sound to an old bedroom. Before I tell of the even more mysterious happenings, let's start with some more background. "For the last time Zarora, this isn't a game! You can't just choose whether or not to help people!" The angry voice could be heard a block away from the small creature shelter. It was at the end of a beautiful stone path, with old stone walls and a black roof. The first half of the building was the shelter itself, home to numerous rescued creatures of every shape and proportion. There was even a phoenix or unicorn sometimes. The other half was the living quarters for a family of four. They'd all grown accustomed to the loud noises and smells of the shelter they owned except for the oldest boy, who hated everything about the place, and was hardly ever home, his parents tried to convince him not to waste his time doing things he wouldn't tell him, but Edric wouldn't listen. Zarora's parents were very worried about her getting mixed up in the same things as her brother, but she got good grades, and had never skipped a day for all her 16 years. She had achieved much of her brother's attributes though. She could be kind and smiling of course, and she always dressed appropriately, with the thoughts of what she was doing in mind. She had only a few friends, but those were very loyal to her, and she never let them down either. But she could be lazy, grouchy, annoying, rude, mouthy, today she'd decided to be all that. "But Mom!" She sighed, brushing her long snow-white hair. "I told my friends I'd meet them here to show them our new friends!" She always called them friends, or animals, or anything but creatures or things. She hated when people used those terms. Her blue-purple eyes glared red when she heard it. Now, Zarora Inforu Quemoti wasn't exactly animal soft, and quiet or shy. She was really known as Sparky to everyone besides her parents. She had just grown up in the midst of that, and had taken it in seriously. She was really fascinated by what they could do, and how they did it, with their crystals glowing inside them. Sparky had gotten her name for a couple reasons I will explain now. One: When she is, in a word, "hyper", she is eccentric and happy to everyone. Two: When she wakes up she is the opposite of, which really makes it quite funny to call her that in the morning. Three: She is fascinated by electronics, and when nobody else can make them work, she usually can. "Well that's just too bad, they'll have to see them some other time, and it's not like they're going to fly away or escape." Nonano Eni Quemoti replied in a direct motherly fashion. She took her daughter's sweater from the hook on the wall and held it out to her. Sparky sighed as she put on the sweater. She put her pocketknife in her pocket when her mother wasn't looking; a gift from her brother that often came in handy, and it was given to her on her 13th birthday. He had never given her a gift before. He'd given it to her now because he thought she might need it, thinking she was weak, and in need of protection. As soon as her parents saw it when Edric came for about five minutes on her birthday, they told her to immediately throw it away. She told them she had, but she hadn't. And now, I will continue from where we left off. She hesitated as the candle blew out, but then reminded herself she hadn't really trusted it when she'd found it in the entrance anyway. She heard the sound once more, and moved forward. In a blur of light, different in color every time she checked, there was a circle of ancient symbols, like hieroglyphs. First it was a pond around her feet, and then slowly rose, until they created a sphere. When the two tips touched she felt sleep take over and she collapsed in the sphere with the small kitten in her arms
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"Who is she anyway?" "Can we trust her?" "How do I know? I asked you who she was!" "I don't know! I just found her in our trap." "Well, she's going to ask questions when we wake up, are you sure she's the one?" "Have I ever been wrong? --That's a hypothetical question by the way!!" Sparky heard a chuckle as she blinked her eyes. Those voices, where were they coming from? She wondered what they were talking about too. She sat up immediately, banging her head loudly on the ceiling. She yelped in pain out of habit. The two people who were obviously from the conversation she'd overheard ran in. The first was a girl with brown-red hair and ice blue eyes. She had on elbow pads that seemed to be made of a hard ivory. Each had a diamond- shaped aquamarine in the center. She had a matching plate for her stomach and lower chest. Underneath she had a long sleeveless pitch-black shirt and black pants. She had a sheathed sword at her side, (insert details). Her shoes were just normal looking sneakers but with the aquamarine diamonds at the tip. To top it off, she had fingerless black gloves. The second had purple mushroom cut hair with darker blue eyes. He (I'll type this in later, it's his armor and blah.). Sparky suddenly remembered what had happened, the wind had blown out her candle. The last thing she could remember was a blur of strange symbols. "Who are you?" The girl asked, seeming quite to the point. "I think the right question is who're you! You're the ones who kidnapped me!" Sparky quavered. The girl laughed, "Oh yeah! And anyway, if you aren't the one we meant to kidnap, we can always erase your memory." She grinned, "My name's Ice, that's Tiger." Sparky shuddered a little, "My name's - you can call me Sparky." "And what's your real name?" Trunks inquired. Sparky sighed, "Zarora Inforu Quemoti." "I'll call you Sparky thanks." Ice grinned. "Now, let's see if you're the one we've been looking for. And if you are, I can already tell this'll be fun!" "Heaven help me." Trunks pleaded.
A/N: Oh dear, here we go. Now Sparky and Ice are copyright my friend and I (Trunks Lover, another www.fanfiction.net submitter! () SO NO USING UNLESS ASKING. THANK YOU. And. REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!
Chapter I: When the Wind Whispers.
The wind blew out her candle softly and plunged the room into an eerie light from the window. The girl clutched the meowing bundle in her arms and pulled it closer. She'd been on many rescue missions, but none, like this, none with this uncomfortable feeling. She was determined to show herself none of her imagination was true, and it was all perfectly logical. She'd been searching for the kitten that now lay in her arms, unwilling for a neighbor who was complaining that her "little baby" needed to be found right away. The girl had been told to find the kitten in the building the lady had told her she'd lost seen her, in an old abandoned building where no one had lived for centuries, where debris was everywhere from long erosion, and a house maid would have kept busy for months. But the girl had faced worse, so she'd gone searching for the rogue kitten, only to find her cowering in an old moldy blanket. She'd wrapped the kitten, which appeared to be unaware of the situation, in her sweater. That's when she heard that sound, the sound of blazing fires, crashing ice, growing vines, and thundering lightning, all at the same time. She'd been frightened at first, then reminded imagination, she often gotten carried away, and had ventured up the stairs, hearing the sound again, she was suddenly in a trance and had followed the sound to an old bedroom. Before I tell of the even more mysterious happenings, let's start with some more background. "For the last time Zarora, this isn't a game! You can't just choose whether or not to help people!" The angry voice could be heard a block away from the small creature shelter. It was at the end of a beautiful stone path, with old stone walls and a black roof. The first half of the building was the shelter itself, home to numerous rescued creatures of every shape and proportion. There was even a phoenix or unicorn sometimes. The other half was the living quarters for a family of four. They'd all grown accustomed to the loud noises and smells of the shelter they owned except for the oldest boy, who hated everything about the place, and was hardly ever home, his parents tried to convince him not to waste his time doing things he wouldn't tell him, but Edric wouldn't listen. Zarora's parents were very worried about her getting mixed up in the same things as her brother, but she got good grades, and had never skipped a day for all her 16 years. She had achieved much of her brother's attributes though. She could be kind and smiling of course, and she always dressed appropriately, with the thoughts of what she was doing in mind. She had only a few friends, but those were very loyal to her, and she never let them down either. But she could be lazy, grouchy, annoying, rude, mouthy, today she'd decided to be all that. "But Mom!" She sighed, brushing her long snow-white hair. "I told my friends I'd meet them here to show them our new friends!" She always called them friends, or animals, or anything but creatures or things. She hated when people used those terms. Her blue-purple eyes glared red when she heard it. Now, Zarora Inforu Quemoti wasn't exactly animal soft, and quiet or shy. She was really known as Sparky to everyone besides her parents. She had just grown up in the midst of that, and had taken it in seriously. She was really fascinated by what they could do, and how they did it, with their crystals glowing inside them. Sparky had gotten her name for a couple reasons I will explain now. One: When she is, in a word, "hyper", she is eccentric and happy to everyone. Two: When she wakes up she is the opposite of, which really makes it quite funny to call her that in the morning. Three: She is fascinated by electronics, and when nobody else can make them work, she usually can. "Well that's just too bad, they'll have to see them some other time, and it's not like they're going to fly away or escape." Nonano Eni Quemoti replied in a direct motherly fashion. She took her daughter's sweater from the hook on the wall and held it out to her. Sparky sighed as she put on the sweater. She put her pocketknife in her pocket when her mother wasn't looking; a gift from her brother that often came in handy, and it was given to her on her 13th birthday. He had never given her a gift before. He'd given it to her now because he thought she might need it, thinking she was weak, and in need of protection. As soon as her parents saw it when Edric came for about five minutes on her birthday, they told her to immediately throw it away. She told them she had, but she hadn't. And now, I will continue from where we left off. She hesitated as the candle blew out, but then reminded herself she hadn't really trusted it when she'd found it in the entrance anyway. She heard the sound once more, and moved forward. In a blur of light, different in color every time she checked, there was a circle of ancient symbols, like hieroglyphs. First it was a pond around her feet, and then slowly rose, until they created a sphere. When the two tips touched she felt sleep take over and she collapsed in the sphere with the small kitten in her arms
¤~*~¤
"Who is she anyway?" "Can we trust her?" "How do I know? I asked you who she was!" "I don't know! I just found her in our trap." "Well, she's going to ask questions when we wake up, are you sure she's the one?" "Have I ever been wrong? --That's a hypothetical question by the way!!" Sparky heard a chuckle as she blinked her eyes. Those voices, where were they coming from? She wondered what they were talking about too. She sat up immediately, banging her head loudly on the ceiling. She yelped in pain out of habit. The two people who were obviously from the conversation she'd overheard ran in. The first was a girl with brown-red hair and ice blue eyes. She had on elbow pads that seemed to be made of a hard ivory. Each had a diamond- shaped aquamarine in the center. She had a matching plate for her stomach and lower chest. Underneath she had a long sleeveless pitch-black shirt and black pants. She had a sheathed sword at her side, (insert details). Her shoes were just normal looking sneakers but with the aquamarine diamonds at the tip. To top it off, she had fingerless black gloves. The second had purple mushroom cut hair with darker blue eyes. He (I'll type this in later, it's his armor and blah.). Sparky suddenly remembered what had happened, the wind had blown out her candle. The last thing she could remember was a blur of strange symbols. "Who are you?" The girl asked, seeming quite to the point. "I think the right question is who're you! You're the ones who kidnapped me!" Sparky quavered. The girl laughed, "Oh yeah! And anyway, if you aren't the one we meant to kidnap, we can always erase your memory." She grinned, "My name's Ice, that's Tiger." Sparky shuddered a little, "My name's - you can call me Sparky." "And what's your real name?" Trunks inquired. Sparky sighed, "Zarora Inforu Quemoti." "I'll call you Sparky thanks." Ice grinned. "Now, let's see if you're the one we've been looking for. And if you are, I can already tell this'll be fun!" "Heaven help me." Trunks pleaded.
A/N: Oh dear, here we go. Now Sparky and Ice are copyright my friend and I (Trunks Lover, another www.fanfiction.net submitter! () SO NO USING UNLESS ASKING. THANK YOU. And. REVIEW! REVIEW! REVIEW!