-What disclaimer?-
During my hiatus, I discovered I've been writing these wrong. The proper drabble, apparently is a complete story in 100 words (beginning, plot, ending; etc.), what I've been writing are more anecdotes, I think. It's taken some practice to change the style; still not sure I have it right. Menu is kinda weak- my apologies.
Velcro
Riiip, Riiiip, Riiiiiip. The sound was penetrating, and unremitting. Either long and drawn out, or quick and instant. Krillin had spent the last three hours hearing nothing but that sound. Roshi insisted he sit at meditation for four hours. A warrior's mind must be sharp and focused. That'd be fantastic if the warrior's master wasn't a doddering 300-year-old with new Velcro laced sneakers.
Rip, Rip Rip, Riiiiip He knew the boy hadn't properly meditated. He'd teach the little shit to focus. Krillin and Goku both allowed their minds wander too often. Besides, Roshi was having too much fun with this.
Menu
The pay was good, but Lamont hated training new drivers; especially on his bi-weekly Capsule Corp. run. The boy was young and girly, and what kind of name was "Tristan" anyway?
"OK, so, Capsule Corp." He instructed. "Huge delivery, don't ask questions, dodge the Cougar, she's the owner's wife, just get a signature. Simple? Here we are, take the invoice and review it with Ms Bunny."
"Hi, I'm Tristan, your delivery is, uh… 20 chickens, two bison, 15 dozen eggs, seven turkeys, and 120 Kilos of dinosaur. Sign here please."
"Well, you're a strong pretty one. You're new aren't you?"
Ball
Grandpa Gohan handed Goku the golden ball. It felt heavy in his tiny hands.
"This is the most precious thing you will ever hold Goku, guard it, always."
"Gee, Grandpa, this doesn't look like much. What does it do? Can it make food?"
Gohan grinned. His little one asked so many questions. Soon he'd have to answer them; he feared that day was nearing. Gohan worried the truth would stain the untarnished spirit of his star-child.
"Yes, in a way. Eventually, I will show you the secrets of this wondrous creation; for now we must protect it with our lives."
Moon
Shadows stretched across the garden. A long day of training Earth's new guardian was ending. Popo was lecturing Dende on the Earth's geology, including how much Ki Kami would expend to ensure proper tidal cycle after the moon was destroyed. Damned Saiyans and their regenerating tails; at least Vegeta controlled his transformation, with training maybe they all could,
"Can I really make a moon?"
"You are the guardian of the Earth, young master."
Dende lifted chubby green hands and sang a Namekian invocation. Popo forgot how much he missed the moon; still, he made a mental note to contact Vegeta.
Butter
Vegeta was exhausted, truly, honestly spent; and it felt fantastic. Forty-eight hours in the GSR left him beaten, bruised and aching, like a true Saiyan warrior. Freshly showered, he was prepared for a long rejuvenative sleep.
He sensed her in the room, but kept his eyes closed. He felt her weight settle across his abdomen. A light scent reached his nose while her cool hands slid across each aching muscle. She reached down and began to coax his arousal. Startled, he looked up at her.
"It's organic shea butter; we can have some creative fun."
Vegeta was no longer exhausted.
BTW- I'll admit my error; Way to go Germany! Updates will get even slower…NFL starts in a few weeks, La Liga starts this week, and Baseball is heading to the post season…Imma sporty nerd, what can I say
