Small Smasher, Big Battles
by
White Lego Ninja
To Toadstool89: I am SOOO Glad you're loving this story so much! I must, however, apologize for not Reading/Following any of your stories yet. I'm still busy working with my 7 other Fan-Fictions: "Animated Legends Unite", "Battle City: The REAL End of the Tournament", "Chronological Escapades", "Dragonette", Test of Creativity", (Which is almost complete actually,) "Virtualegend", and "Wacky Races 2014" (Need to know how to change the title to "Wacky Races 14-15")
Stage 9: The Pain of Power
2-3/4 years old, and Little Misaki was beginning to train hard under the guidance of the Smashers. Little Mac was teaching her to lift the weights she got for her first birthday, Toon Link was teaching her to fight with the foam sword she got, and Zelda was trying to teach her about Meditation to help her control her Dream Visions.
One night, she was awake in her crib, and her tummy was hurting.
"Don't eat too much candy before bed," Peach had said as the little one sat in her booster seat, eating her Macaroni and Cheese. (Which had pieces of Hot Dogs cut up in it) If Misaki ate up all her dinner, the Smashers had promised her some candy for an After-Dinner Snack.
Misaki cried painfully, which woke up Link and Zelda.
Zelda yawned, stood, stretched, and strapped on her robe for warmth, before going to Misaki's crib and gently lifting her.
"What troubles you Little One?" Zelda asked, gently bouncing the gurgling toddler up and down in her arms.
"Owie! Tummy hut!" Misaki cried, just able enough to breathe before she began grunting hard.
While the baby scrunched up her face in a combination of pain and concentration, the Hylian Sage crinkled her nose and sniffed the air.
"Oh Goddesses..." Zelda gasped, realiziation dawning on her.
A short while later...
Zelda sat in front of Misaki, gently holding the baby's hands as she sat pushing.
"Come on, you can do it," Zelda gently soothed, as the baby panted from tiredness. Misaki tried again, grunting hard. Zelda held her forehead, her Tri-Force glowing.
"It hut, Auntie Zel," Misaki gently cried between pushes.
"I know Misaki," Zelda assured, stroking her cheek. "I'm her for you." Then as the baby scrunched up her face again, she added: "C'mon baby. Push."
And with one last effort, Misaki pushed with all her might. And then, it was over.
"Aww done," Misaki panted, her head hanging low.
Zelda gently laid the baby on the counter, cleaned her up, and redressed her.
The next morning
After a breakfast of eggs, juice, and some small banana slices, Little Misaki was sitting on Link's lap watching FIM Ice Speedway Gladiators.
"See the Racers?" Link asked, smiling and patting the baby's head. Misaki giggled, and made "Vroom" sounds, imitating the bikes.
"After the races get over, it's time for her workout," Little Mac said, holding out the little weights she'd gotten for her first birthday.
"No today," Misaki said, shaking her head. "It Sataday."
"Give the poor kid a break." Link said. Little Mac, however, gently placed the weights in her hands, winked mischievously at Link, and said: "Tag! You're it," before racing off.
"Get back her!" Link shouted, but remained seated as not to drop Misaki. Then, to himself he muttered: "Show off."
After the race cut to a commercial break, Misaki began lifting the little weights up and down, mimicking pressing the barbell on the Incline Bench, as she leaned against Link's chest in a slightly upward angle.
"...Thirty-eight... Thirty-nine... And Forty," Link counted as Misaki finished her workout, and dropped the weights.
"Arms hut," she soobed, as Link rubbed her shoulders.
Zelda came quietly from behind Link, and gently took the baby from his arms. She gently rocked the tiny toddler, humming a gentle tune and massaging her shoulders.
"She keeps this up, she'll be able to defeat even the Master Core," Zelda said. Link frowned and scoffed.
"Let's just hope she doesn't even have to face THAT monstrosity." Then as Zelda's face faltered slightly, Link added: "I mean it Zel. I don't really care how strong she is when she can finally compete, that thing is nothing but Fear and Trouble!"
Little Misaki began crying at Link's tone of voice.
"You don't want to scare her like that," said Zelda, soothing the toddler now from Link's tone.
"I'm sorry kiddo," Link apologized, gently patting her bottom, the diaper making slight crinkling sounds. Then, after the Motorcycle Racing shows got over, Link and Zelda set Misaki in her wagon, and took her for a jog through the nearby park.
How was that? Hope you all enjoyed it. I must apologize for the shortness of this chapter. Please forgive me.
I must apologize for the first part of this chapter. This was an odd idea that popped up from nowhere and has been eating away at me for quite a while.
As for the FIM Ive Speedway Gladiators show: I used to watch that on MAVTV every weeek, Wednesday nights. But now it seems they can't make DISH Network agree to continue providing that channel. I miss the great Racing shows on that channel already, and I only found out just today.
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Cheers!
White Lego Ninja
