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I always hated planes.
They were always way too stuffy for me and it seemed that no matter how hard I tried I would always get the seat next to the colossal fat man, the overly proud mother who obsessed over her 'successful doctor of a son', and the hyperactive pre-teen who just loved to kick out the rhythm to his favourite song on the back of my chair.
Thank god it was over. I was seriously beginning to doubt my ability to refrain from ripping the boy's legs of and beating him with the soggy end. Now don't get me wrong I'm not a violent person by any stretch of the imagination (except when I used to train with my grandpa) but I challenge anyone to sit in a seat for as long as I did while having the tune to some manufactured pop abomination drummed in to your back and not develop some form of psychosis!
Glad for the opportunity to stretch my legs I sprang from my seat and snatched my luggage from the over-head storage.
The frigid air tickled my nose as I made my way to the terminal with my heavy luggage (which should have slowed me down but didn't). I started scanning the crowd that had amassed to greet the disembarking passengers. My gaze fell to a middle aged man with a caring face that was punctuated with a thick fluffy moustache, he seemed to be looking for someone and a devious grin spread across my face as I observed he hadn't found me yet.
I merged with the crowd of disgruntled passengers (well as much as I could when I stand a full head over most of them) and slipped behind the man with the caring face. When I felt certain he was oblivious to my presence I swept him up into a tight hug squealing "HEY DAD DID YOU MISS ME". His face contorted; first in shock, then confusion, then recognition, and finally love as he squeaked out "Jesus Bells are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
I stifled my giggles as I set my dad back on his feet and dusted off his jacket and took a moment to appraise him. I noticed that his short black hair was now peppered with little splotches of white; I guess a high stress job like chief of police will do that to you, even in a small town like Forks Washington. My face took on a stern expression as I began my usual interrogation. "Have you been taking care of yourself properly? Because I swear if we get home and there is nothing in the cupboards there will be trouble". My dad seemed to panic at this as he stuttered "h-hey do you wanna go shopping on the way home bells?" "CHARLIE SWAN I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DON'T START FEEDING YOURSELF PROPERLY I'LL NOT BE HELD RESPONSIBLE FOR MY ACTIONS" I glared at him for several seconds before dissolving into rapturous laughter at the dejected look that spread across his face. "Come on we'll pick something up on the way back" I muttered hauling my luggage towards the parking lot.
The ride home was spent in comfortable silence as I rested my head on the window of Charlie's police cruiser watching the world blur by as we sped along. We had already picked up some ingredients for me to make lasagne so we had nothing to do but get home and make it. Soon enough I saw the familiar house lurch up at us from the side of the road as we turned into the driveway. So this place was to be my home for the foreseeable future? It could have been worse I mean the weather sucked but it didn't bother me much (such trivial things rarely did) so I bounded up the front path with my luggage in my arms like an excitable child. After throwing open the front door (and barely avoided crippling the poor thing). I sped upstairs to unpack and hollered over my shoulder that dinner would be done in about an hour.
After unpacking my luggage and arranging my room just the way I liked it I admired my handy work, it was simple enough with just a bed, a cabinet for my books, and a closet to keep my clothes in but I liked simple; simple is less complicated. Turning to where my suitcase now lay open and almost empty I reached in and carefully pulled out the orange gi my grandfather gave me to train in and folded it neatly placing it in the bottom of my closet.
After I was satisfied with my room I sauntered downstairs to begin cooking mine and Charlie's meal. This would usually be a simple task but because of what I was I needed a huge amount of food to keep me satiated so I set about the meticulous task of assembling a plethora of lasagnes. After the twelfth dish had been filled to bursting I loaded up the oven and waited for my food to cook in front of the T.V with Charlie.
"So kiddo how's the training coming along" Charlie enquired, his face the picture of curiosity. "Really good actually, grandpa said if I keep going the way I am I should ascend with no trouble at all but I still have a ways to go yet before I can do it at will". Charlie's eyebrows shot up, as if he was expecting anything less? "Well that's brilliant Bells just be sure to pace yourself, don't get caught up in your training and forget to live your life OK?" "Sure dad I chimed" in a sing song voice. Our casual conversation was interrupted by a news report of some killing that had happened in Seattle stating that it was nothing to worry about but to just make sure to keep an eye out for anything suspicious.
Before we could resume our conversation however the oven bleared a warning that our food was done and so I sped in to the kitchen and began taking the mountain of food out of the oven and in to Charlie who was already sat at the table with a grin on his face. "I've missed your cooking Bells" he said before hungrily diving into a lasagne. I chuckled as I began devouring my own at an accelerated rate that would have looked grotesque had anyone seen it but Charlie was too busy happily munching away at his one lasagne to notice the three I had annihilated before he even ate a quarter of his. After polishing off the rest of the lasagnes I sat back and heave a sigh of relief as my stomach stopped roaring and began to digest the mountain of sustenance.
Charlie gave me an amused smirk while just shaking his head, "What?" I questioned with a look of mock frustration, "I will never understand how you can eat all of that food and not explode" Charlie stated shaking his head in disbelief. "Charlie we've been over this a thousand times I eat so much because I am part Saiyan and we have extremely fast metabolisms" I sighed as if explaining the process of photosynthesis to a small child but Charlie just looked at me and said "well I hope you can hunt Saiyan because there is no way I can afford to feed you without a little help!"
Again I sighed and said "don't worry about it, me and mom always had that problem so we learned to hunt, which by the way is a lot harder in the middle of Arizona than In Forks with so many forests and hunting grounds". Seemingly satisfied by this Charlie smiled and heaved himself up from the table "well OK Bells if you're sure, oh and by the way I enrolled you in Forks high. You start on Monday" with that he excused himself and went to bed. Glancing at the clock I decided to go to bed as well deciding that I would train in the morning and hunt in the afternoon. It was Sunday tomorrow so I had a day before going to school so I was sure as hell going to make the most of it.