Well, here I am with yet another story! ::bows::
Anywho, here's the summary:
Never one to go looking for love, she let life lead her wherever it would, and she followed. Then she met him, and her life turned around. However, how can one keep what is taken, and how can one love what is lost? Not Serena-centered.
(Suggestions on the summary are welcomed gratefully).
Title:
Even so, Life Goes On
Warnings:
None that come to mind.
Pairings:
This is where you come in.
Chapter 1
The candlelight flame flickers restlessly as its tiny light succeeds in lighting up the desired spot where I am to recall the details of my incredible journey through anger, tears, happiness, childhood, adulthood and, finally, love.
A love that I lost.
Ha. I guess the only reason I lost him is because I believed I could actually have him in the first place. What a concept that he ended up re- routing all of my dreams and hopes for the future, leaving me with every little detail of him and his manners to fill me with the jitters every time I think of them.
My pen taps at my paper for a brief moment before I close my eyes. The light of the moon rests upon my eyelids, and the pictures flood my mind.
---
It started at my private sanctuary, my place where I could enjoy the one past time that-besides Science and being with my friends-was writing. My pen raced across the blue-lined paper as it described every single detail of the world around me. The sky with its endless course of blue, the waves of the beach seas crashing together with such force; this was my private beach, a place I had found on my own and had come to since I could begin sailing without the help of my father, a captain.
My mind told me that the sound of crackling thunder and the darkening of the skies was just another storm, which were common on my beach. Pen poised to write down every single detail of the storm which would probably soon approach, I waited-it wasn't smart to just sit in the middle of a sandy beach when a storm was brewing, but this was my time to relax and let go of rational thinking, and I did-anxiously, my eyes staring up at the sky and mirroring the darker sky blue that it portrayed.
Only when a large ball of light came toward me fast and unexpected did I react, jumping up and hurling myself to the side just as the spot I had sat in seconds before was reduced to nothing-something had blown up part of my beach. With the pen and paper clasped in my vice-like grip, I ran the opposite way from the part of my beach that had been destroyed, determined to call for help back at my boat on the other end.
My heartbeat seemed to beat against the bars of my ribcage, and as I ran, the beach kept being reduced to nothing but the waves of the sea. I was terrified.
Luckily, someone must have sensed my fear or something because before I could register what was happening to me, strong arms plucked me from the sand that stuck to the bottoms of my feet, hefting me over a bulky shoulder.
With a flash and a yell my savior and I seemingly fazed out of our beach surroundings and ended up on what looked like the top of a skyscraper twice its normal size.
He set me down gently, so as not to hurt me, and on wobbly legs I stood, gazing at my surroundings and crying in my mind at my stupidity for dropping my pen and papers on the beach in surprise before we fazed out. Fazed out. Fazed out? How can one faze out? It was clearly possible because my "hero" had done it with me in his grasp, but then, who was my hero?
The voice that broke my moment of concentration was young and innocent with a friendliness I only experienced from my closest of friends. But, being curious and distracted with thoughts of my savior, I didn't catch what the young boy had said.
"Excuse me?" I turned my head to find the speaker and ended up looking down at a boy of maybe 11 or 12, wearing a smile that triggered one of my own.
"I said hi, my name is Gohan. What's yours?" He waited patiently for my answer.
"Ami." Gohan. What an interesting name. It rolled around on my tongue for a moment before I felt a warm hand tug on my own. I looked back down.
Gohan smiled widely and fiddled with his fingers. He reminded me of Sammy, a friend of mine's younger brother. "Where are you from? You don't look like a regular person."
Now there was an idea. Me being a regular person. It would never happen. I decided to humor the little boy. "Why do you think that?" I bent down to his level, wondering distantly if he knew about my identity as a former Sailor Scout.
Now his smile was less nervous and more genuine. "I mean I've never seen you before. Did dad find you?"
Dad? What Dad? I didn't recall meeting any Dad before. By the time I realized Gohan was talking about my rescuer, Dad was already standing in front of me and towering over me at the same time. And he was bulging. I mean muscles. Everywhere.
I saw stars.
"Hi!" He had the smile of his little boy and the charm that only a man could. "My name's Goku." He thrust out his hand.
I took it shyly, smiling up at him and giving a firm squeeze. "Ami." My reply was cut short as a sudden pain in my hand informed me that this "Dad" person was squeezing the life out of one of my major body parts. "Ouch!" He let go abruptly and I cradled my poor hand in the other, flexing it just to make sure it still worked properly.
"Sorry," Goku laughed, scratching the back of his head. "Sometimes I just don't know my own strength!"
I smiled politely through my pain, but didn't make a single move to shake his hand for a better result. "Your son," I nodded to Gohan, who blinked, "looks exactly like you." And it was true. Same smile, same hair, same eyes- heck, they even had almost the same build! Gohan's was just a minimized size of Goku's.
Goku nodded. "He's almost as good as I am in battle, too." He patted his son's head affectionately.
Now this was all fine and dandy except the part about battle. "Battle?" The confusion on my face must have been all too clear because Goku started laughing again. I decided I liked his light, sweet laugh.
"Dad'n me are fighters," Gohan explained with a goofy grin. "We fight enemies, and sometimes each other. We also fight in a martial arts tournament that's held annually, and Dad's a legend."
Enemies? Tournaments? That made things about as clear as muddy water. The only enemies that were fought were fought by us Sailor Scouts, and we didn't even fight them. More like Sailor Moon blasted them into oblivion when we wounded or tired them out and even so, we hadn't had any demons for quite some time. And I couldn't recall ever hearing about any martial arts tournaments taking place in Japan; but then again, I'd never looked.
"What kind of enemies?" The question popped out before I could think of the consequences asking could cause. I should have because Goku gave a silent look to his son, and Gohan nodded, cracking a smaller grin than before.
"Oh, um," He didn't have to search for words because we were interrupted by a loud sound-kind of like wind smacking a board against a wall-and then Goku did a complete 180 turn and started running toward the newest members of our little group.
"Vegeta! Trunks!" He waved his hands and only the younger member of the two- some smiled and gave a small wave back.
My cheeks colored considerably. Was there no end to the gorgeous men in this place? Where did I land, in fantasy world? Shaking off my pink blush, I attempted to become invisible by hiding behind one of the many pillars standing upright on this platform place. I wished I was like my friend Minako, who would have skipped up to the handsome men in confident bounds, introduced herself merrily, and have gotten away with a boyfriend worth an eyeful.
Sigh.
"Ami! Ami? Where'd Ami go?"
"I don't know, dad. Hey, Ami! Ami, you lost?"
I flinched. Just my luck that Gohan and Goku would notice my sudden disappearance. Couldn't they have talked with their friends a while? I decided suddenly that I should have just jumped over the edge of this huge skyscraper, and then I would never have to blush in public again.
"Hey, there she is!" Gohan ran over to me and grabbed my hand. "Why are you back here, Ami?"
"I got lost." Letting him lead me out into the open, I quickly averted my eyes from the extremely good-looking gentlemen that stood just a few footsteps away. Blushing was out of the question, although I could feel my cheeks getting ready to do just that. Stay calm, I advised myself. These are just guys-nothing to get all excited about.
Gohan let go of my hand and tugged on my shirt. "Ami, this is Trunks," He pointed to the male with lavender-looking hair tied back in a pony tail and I smiled a small smile, and Gohan nudged me.
Imagine my embarrassment when I looked down at the little imp and he winked. For a moment, I was glad I wasn't my friend Serena-bless her heart- because she probably would have started wailing, flabbergasted, and scared "Trunks" off. Trunks. Another odd name. I wanted to laugh because the first thing that came to my mind-
"And this is his dad, Vegeta."
-was a pair of swimming trunks. Vegeta? Humorous. Reminded me of vegetables for an odd reason. His hair seemed to defy the laws of gravity by standing up like a flame, and he was a bit short-taller than me, but shorter than most men. Vegeta stood completely still when I looked at him, and the scowl on his face was most disagreeable. I wanted run and cower, to hide in fear at the look of absolute disgust he seemed to be giving me, so it was no surprise when I couldn't even force a small smile, and a hello was out of the question. I blinked instead. My acknowledgment must not have been good enough, because Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
"Who is this woman?" He made a gesture with his head toward me.
"Her name is Ami, Vegeta." Goku said.
Vegeta didn't seem happy with this answer. "Why is she here? Does she have any type of strength? Is she going to be useful in battle?"
My eyes widened. What battle? Were these people warriors or something? They fought other people? No, Gohan had said something about fighting enemies and in tournaments, but by the way Vegeta had said battle, I guessed they weren't just going to try and win a trophy at a local martial arts face- off.
"She's not going to fight." His tone was kind, although a deeper edge was still there. "She doesn't need to." Goku's tone said that that was the last of the discussion.
Vegeta had other plans. "The woman probably does not know how to. Am I right?"
The question was hurled toward me with such anger and loathing that I felt unworthy to answer. My mouth could only drop open in utter stupidity, and the only sounds coming out could be said as none other than choking.
"I did not think so." Vegeta's scowl didn't lighten any. "If the woman is not a valuable asset to this-" He spit out the word, "-team, then why is she here?"
"She's my friend!" Gohan stepped in. "Don't be so mean, Vegeta." He smiled suddenly and looked up at me. "Ami seems nice; you shouldn't be mean to her."
Vegeta scoffed. "Friend?" He snarled the question. "Brat, friends are for weaklings." Glaring at me one last time, he turned to Goku. "Kakarrott, what is this 'Time Chamber' you were speaking of when you told me to come here? I wish to train so I can defeat Cell." He smirked. "I will prove to you once and for all that I do not need help from weaklings."
First I wanted to ask who "Kakarrott" was, and then I expected Goku to get angry, to yell, to do something that would show that Vegeta's words had gotten through. But he didn't. Instead of firing up his temper, Goku actually smiled and shook his head. "Whatever you say, Vegeta."
"Hello, everybody!" Twin voices of happiness echoed throughout the landing on which we stood, and two figures came running toward us.
My mouth dropped even further, and my eyes widened considerably. Coming toward us were two very short beings, one with green skin and the other darker than ebony.
The little green guy-no pun intended-stopped to catch his breath before smiling at our spaced group. He looked straight at me, his smile widening.
I shut my mouth quickly and blinked. Surely he didn't expect me to smile back at him. I'd seen green guys before, but they were enemies! From the way Goku and the others were acting, I guessed this little fellow wasn't an enemy, but still. . . I hadn't seen anything weird in the past 3 years!
"Hello, my name is Dende. Who're you?" Dende held a staff twice his length.
"A-Ami. Ami Mizuno." I didn't know why I told him my first and last name, but he seemed to find the answer satisfying and turned to the others.
"I bet you're here for the Time Chamber, right? Let me explain it to you guys first."
And then they were all listening intently to what the green little man had to say, and I was off to feeling left out, and even the ebony man-to whom I hadn't been properly introduced-was listening.
I decided to sort out my jumbled feelings at the edge of this sky scraper, only to get yet another surprise.
This wasn't a sky scraper.
How did I know? Well, for starters, this platform was in the shape of a bowl, and it seemed to be held up by one single, long pole-looking structure. How this came to be, I never did figure out. Another clue was that the-I suppose one would just call it a palace by the pillars and expensive looking things all around-palace seemed to be surrounded by the sky; no people, no houses, no birds-sky.
Great, I thought, sitting down at the edge of the palace and daring to dangle my legs over the side. I happened to glance back at Gohan, only to be disappointed with the fact that he was still talking.
So there I was, a girl, alone, in the middle of some place that I hadn't asked to be, with absolutely no idea of how to get home, and surrounded by men who fazed in and out, little green guys, and an arrogant. . . jerk. The next thing I knew, I'd be seeing more green guys or men who could fly in the air or people with three eyes or something.
And then I met Piccolo, Yamcha and Tien.
~*~*~
That was fun. This isn't going to be a very long story, probably only 10 chapters. If you want Ami to be paired with someone, vote on it. The only exclusion is Gohan, because he's too young.
Review!
--azure_chan
Anywho, here's the summary:
Never one to go looking for love, she let life lead her wherever it would, and she followed. Then she met him, and her life turned around. However, how can one keep what is taken, and how can one love what is lost? Not Serena-centered.
(Suggestions on the summary are welcomed gratefully).
Title:
Even so, Life Goes On
Warnings:
None that come to mind.
Pairings:
This is where you come in.
Chapter 1
The candlelight flame flickers restlessly as its tiny light succeeds in lighting up the desired spot where I am to recall the details of my incredible journey through anger, tears, happiness, childhood, adulthood and, finally, love.
A love that I lost.
Ha. I guess the only reason I lost him is because I believed I could actually have him in the first place. What a concept that he ended up re- routing all of my dreams and hopes for the future, leaving me with every little detail of him and his manners to fill me with the jitters every time I think of them.
My pen taps at my paper for a brief moment before I close my eyes. The light of the moon rests upon my eyelids, and the pictures flood my mind.
---
It started at my private sanctuary, my place where I could enjoy the one past time that-besides Science and being with my friends-was writing. My pen raced across the blue-lined paper as it described every single detail of the world around me. The sky with its endless course of blue, the waves of the beach seas crashing together with such force; this was my private beach, a place I had found on my own and had come to since I could begin sailing without the help of my father, a captain.
My mind told me that the sound of crackling thunder and the darkening of the skies was just another storm, which were common on my beach. Pen poised to write down every single detail of the storm which would probably soon approach, I waited-it wasn't smart to just sit in the middle of a sandy beach when a storm was brewing, but this was my time to relax and let go of rational thinking, and I did-anxiously, my eyes staring up at the sky and mirroring the darker sky blue that it portrayed.
Only when a large ball of light came toward me fast and unexpected did I react, jumping up and hurling myself to the side just as the spot I had sat in seconds before was reduced to nothing-something had blown up part of my beach. With the pen and paper clasped in my vice-like grip, I ran the opposite way from the part of my beach that had been destroyed, determined to call for help back at my boat on the other end.
My heartbeat seemed to beat against the bars of my ribcage, and as I ran, the beach kept being reduced to nothing but the waves of the sea. I was terrified.
Luckily, someone must have sensed my fear or something because before I could register what was happening to me, strong arms plucked me from the sand that stuck to the bottoms of my feet, hefting me over a bulky shoulder.
With a flash and a yell my savior and I seemingly fazed out of our beach surroundings and ended up on what looked like the top of a skyscraper twice its normal size.
He set me down gently, so as not to hurt me, and on wobbly legs I stood, gazing at my surroundings and crying in my mind at my stupidity for dropping my pen and papers on the beach in surprise before we fazed out. Fazed out. Fazed out? How can one faze out? It was clearly possible because my "hero" had done it with me in his grasp, but then, who was my hero?
The voice that broke my moment of concentration was young and innocent with a friendliness I only experienced from my closest of friends. But, being curious and distracted with thoughts of my savior, I didn't catch what the young boy had said.
"Excuse me?" I turned my head to find the speaker and ended up looking down at a boy of maybe 11 or 12, wearing a smile that triggered one of my own.
"I said hi, my name is Gohan. What's yours?" He waited patiently for my answer.
"Ami." Gohan. What an interesting name. It rolled around on my tongue for a moment before I felt a warm hand tug on my own. I looked back down.
Gohan smiled widely and fiddled with his fingers. He reminded me of Sammy, a friend of mine's younger brother. "Where are you from? You don't look like a regular person."
Now there was an idea. Me being a regular person. It would never happen. I decided to humor the little boy. "Why do you think that?" I bent down to his level, wondering distantly if he knew about my identity as a former Sailor Scout.
Now his smile was less nervous and more genuine. "I mean I've never seen you before. Did dad find you?"
Dad? What Dad? I didn't recall meeting any Dad before. By the time I realized Gohan was talking about my rescuer, Dad was already standing in front of me and towering over me at the same time. And he was bulging. I mean muscles. Everywhere.
I saw stars.
"Hi!" He had the smile of his little boy and the charm that only a man could. "My name's Goku." He thrust out his hand.
I took it shyly, smiling up at him and giving a firm squeeze. "Ami." My reply was cut short as a sudden pain in my hand informed me that this "Dad" person was squeezing the life out of one of my major body parts. "Ouch!" He let go abruptly and I cradled my poor hand in the other, flexing it just to make sure it still worked properly.
"Sorry," Goku laughed, scratching the back of his head. "Sometimes I just don't know my own strength!"
I smiled politely through my pain, but didn't make a single move to shake his hand for a better result. "Your son," I nodded to Gohan, who blinked, "looks exactly like you." And it was true. Same smile, same hair, same eyes- heck, they even had almost the same build! Gohan's was just a minimized size of Goku's.
Goku nodded. "He's almost as good as I am in battle, too." He patted his son's head affectionately.
Now this was all fine and dandy except the part about battle. "Battle?" The confusion on my face must have been all too clear because Goku started laughing again. I decided I liked his light, sweet laugh.
"Dad'n me are fighters," Gohan explained with a goofy grin. "We fight enemies, and sometimes each other. We also fight in a martial arts tournament that's held annually, and Dad's a legend."
Enemies? Tournaments? That made things about as clear as muddy water. The only enemies that were fought were fought by us Sailor Scouts, and we didn't even fight them. More like Sailor Moon blasted them into oblivion when we wounded or tired them out and even so, we hadn't had any demons for quite some time. And I couldn't recall ever hearing about any martial arts tournaments taking place in Japan; but then again, I'd never looked.
"What kind of enemies?" The question popped out before I could think of the consequences asking could cause. I should have because Goku gave a silent look to his son, and Gohan nodded, cracking a smaller grin than before.
"Oh, um," He didn't have to search for words because we were interrupted by a loud sound-kind of like wind smacking a board against a wall-and then Goku did a complete 180 turn and started running toward the newest members of our little group.
"Vegeta! Trunks!" He waved his hands and only the younger member of the two- some smiled and gave a small wave back.
My cheeks colored considerably. Was there no end to the gorgeous men in this place? Where did I land, in fantasy world? Shaking off my pink blush, I attempted to become invisible by hiding behind one of the many pillars standing upright on this platform place. I wished I was like my friend Minako, who would have skipped up to the handsome men in confident bounds, introduced herself merrily, and have gotten away with a boyfriend worth an eyeful.
Sigh.
"Ami! Ami? Where'd Ami go?"
"I don't know, dad. Hey, Ami! Ami, you lost?"
I flinched. Just my luck that Gohan and Goku would notice my sudden disappearance. Couldn't they have talked with their friends a while? I decided suddenly that I should have just jumped over the edge of this huge skyscraper, and then I would never have to blush in public again.
"Hey, there she is!" Gohan ran over to me and grabbed my hand. "Why are you back here, Ami?"
"I got lost." Letting him lead me out into the open, I quickly averted my eyes from the extremely good-looking gentlemen that stood just a few footsteps away. Blushing was out of the question, although I could feel my cheeks getting ready to do just that. Stay calm, I advised myself. These are just guys-nothing to get all excited about.
Gohan let go of my hand and tugged on my shirt. "Ami, this is Trunks," He pointed to the male with lavender-looking hair tied back in a pony tail and I smiled a small smile, and Gohan nudged me.
Imagine my embarrassment when I looked down at the little imp and he winked. For a moment, I was glad I wasn't my friend Serena-bless her heart- because she probably would have started wailing, flabbergasted, and scared "Trunks" off. Trunks. Another odd name. I wanted to laugh because the first thing that came to my mind-
"And this is his dad, Vegeta."
-was a pair of swimming trunks. Vegeta? Humorous. Reminded me of vegetables for an odd reason. His hair seemed to defy the laws of gravity by standing up like a flame, and he was a bit short-taller than me, but shorter than most men. Vegeta stood completely still when I looked at him, and the scowl on his face was most disagreeable. I wanted run and cower, to hide in fear at the look of absolute disgust he seemed to be giving me, so it was no surprise when I couldn't even force a small smile, and a hello was out of the question. I blinked instead. My acknowledgment must not have been good enough, because Vegeta narrowed his eyes.
"Who is this woman?" He made a gesture with his head toward me.
"Her name is Ami, Vegeta." Goku said.
Vegeta didn't seem happy with this answer. "Why is she here? Does she have any type of strength? Is she going to be useful in battle?"
My eyes widened. What battle? Were these people warriors or something? They fought other people? No, Gohan had said something about fighting enemies and in tournaments, but by the way Vegeta had said battle, I guessed they weren't just going to try and win a trophy at a local martial arts face- off.
"She's not going to fight." His tone was kind, although a deeper edge was still there. "She doesn't need to." Goku's tone said that that was the last of the discussion.
Vegeta had other plans. "The woman probably does not know how to. Am I right?"
The question was hurled toward me with such anger and loathing that I felt unworthy to answer. My mouth could only drop open in utter stupidity, and the only sounds coming out could be said as none other than choking.
"I did not think so." Vegeta's scowl didn't lighten any. "If the woman is not a valuable asset to this-" He spit out the word, "-team, then why is she here?"
"She's my friend!" Gohan stepped in. "Don't be so mean, Vegeta." He smiled suddenly and looked up at me. "Ami seems nice; you shouldn't be mean to her."
Vegeta scoffed. "Friend?" He snarled the question. "Brat, friends are for weaklings." Glaring at me one last time, he turned to Goku. "Kakarrott, what is this 'Time Chamber' you were speaking of when you told me to come here? I wish to train so I can defeat Cell." He smirked. "I will prove to you once and for all that I do not need help from weaklings."
First I wanted to ask who "Kakarrott" was, and then I expected Goku to get angry, to yell, to do something that would show that Vegeta's words had gotten through. But he didn't. Instead of firing up his temper, Goku actually smiled and shook his head. "Whatever you say, Vegeta."
"Hello, everybody!" Twin voices of happiness echoed throughout the landing on which we stood, and two figures came running toward us.
My mouth dropped even further, and my eyes widened considerably. Coming toward us were two very short beings, one with green skin and the other darker than ebony.
The little green guy-no pun intended-stopped to catch his breath before smiling at our spaced group. He looked straight at me, his smile widening.
I shut my mouth quickly and blinked. Surely he didn't expect me to smile back at him. I'd seen green guys before, but they were enemies! From the way Goku and the others were acting, I guessed this little fellow wasn't an enemy, but still. . . I hadn't seen anything weird in the past 3 years!
"Hello, my name is Dende. Who're you?" Dende held a staff twice his length.
"A-Ami. Ami Mizuno." I didn't know why I told him my first and last name, but he seemed to find the answer satisfying and turned to the others.
"I bet you're here for the Time Chamber, right? Let me explain it to you guys first."
And then they were all listening intently to what the green little man had to say, and I was off to feeling left out, and even the ebony man-to whom I hadn't been properly introduced-was listening.
I decided to sort out my jumbled feelings at the edge of this sky scraper, only to get yet another surprise.
This wasn't a sky scraper.
How did I know? Well, for starters, this platform was in the shape of a bowl, and it seemed to be held up by one single, long pole-looking structure. How this came to be, I never did figure out. Another clue was that the-I suppose one would just call it a palace by the pillars and expensive looking things all around-palace seemed to be surrounded by the sky; no people, no houses, no birds-sky.
Great, I thought, sitting down at the edge of the palace and daring to dangle my legs over the side. I happened to glance back at Gohan, only to be disappointed with the fact that he was still talking.
So there I was, a girl, alone, in the middle of some place that I hadn't asked to be, with absolutely no idea of how to get home, and surrounded by men who fazed in and out, little green guys, and an arrogant. . . jerk. The next thing I knew, I'd be seeing more green guys or men who could fly in the air or people with three eyes or something.
And then I met Piccolo, Yamcha and Tien.
~*~*~
That was fun. This isn't going to be a very long story, probably only 10 chapters. If you want Ami to be paired with someone, vote on it. The only exclusion is Gohan, because he's too young.
Review!
--azure_chan