Author's Notes: Well, I finally updated
this. I'm hoping to get off my lazy hide and finish it. Well, I hope you
like this chapter. ^_^
Reunited
Chapter 8: Standing Here
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Makoto looked up as Haruka suddenly stopped.
"You know," The blonde had started, "I'm proud
of the way you've finally found love. But don't expect it to last, you
two are way to different."
"Yeah, well looks can be deciving," Makoto
had retorted.
"I'm just saying--"
"I don't care, I love Piccolo, there's nothing
you can say that will change that," Makoto said, cutting the older woman
off.
Haruka sighed, "I warned you."
"Whatever."
Haruka shook her head and left with Michiru,
who gave her a look that said 'ignore her'. Usagi was the last to leave.
The blonde stopped next to the door and looked over at Makoto.
"You know," Usagi said, "I think, that no
matter what happens, you'll make it."
"That actually made sense Usagi-chan. Thanks
for the vote of confidence.
"No prob," Usagi replied and gave her tall
friend a hug, then left.
Makoto turned back to the living area and sighed.
Krillan was sprwaled out over the couch and Piccolo was still meditating.
She walked over and sat down on the floor. Krillan looked up and shook
his bald head.
"I've never met a more energetic group of
girls in my life," he said.
Makoto chuckled, "I see why, but don't let
it get to you, that doesn't happen very often."
"Good."
~*@*~
Ami sighed and looked up at the star ridden
sky. She couldn't understand it. How could they possibly beat a monster
like Cell again when he knows what they can all do. She ran a han through
her short blue hair and closed her eyes. If only she could understand that
dream more. And maybe, why she was in Yaumcha's arms during it.
"They're gorgeous aren't they," a masculine
voice asked.
Ami turned and smiled slightly as Yaumcha came
to stand next to her, "Yes they are, but I don't recognize any of the constellations."
Yaumcha smiled at the blue eyed woman and
said, "Maybe I can help you with that."
Then he began to point out the different constellations
in the moonless sky. Ami followed his pointing finger with her eyes and
listened to his voice, discarding her thoughts about the dream, and the
problems with Cell.
~*@*~
Hotaru sighed and let her chin drop into her
hand. Trunks noticed this snd rubbed her shoulders lightly, remaining silent.
"I don't understand," Hotaru whispered, "Why
can't we just have peace?"
"I don't know," Trunks replied, "But I know
that someday, we'll have it."
"I hope you're right," she said.
"It's all that's keeping me going. The hope
that we'll have peace and, you," Trunks replied, squeezing her shoulder
gently.
Hotaru smiled up into his blue eyes and rested
her head on his shoulder, "I hope I don't have to resort to desperate measures."
Trunks kissed the top of her head gently and
whispered, "We won't."
~*@*~
"You alright."
"I'll manage."
"You'd better," was the gruff reply, as strong
arms wrapped themselves around Makoto. She smiled slightly and leaned into
the embrace, looking out into the city.
"What did Haruka say to you?"
"She said we wouldn't last," Makoto replied,
closing her emerald eyes, "That we're too different."
"We are? I never noticed," came the bemused
reply.
"I told her to buzz off," Makoto whispered,
a genuine smile gracing her face once more.
"Well, there's one way to do it."
"Yes, well, blasting her to smitherines isn't
what we do in this world," Makoto said, turning in the embrace, and looking
up into smokey eyes. Those eyes twinkled in the city lights as Piccolo
smiled down at her.
"I love you Piccolo," Makoto said softly.
"And I you," he replied, pulling her closer.
The two stood there, watching as one by one,
the lights in the city went off, as it fell asleep.