*sigh,..* number 11. yup, still going. 's not really running full on the critiques here, this story is.
But at least 3 ppl ARE following it, and that's enough 4 me.
Disclaimer. don't own DB,
anti-disclaimer. I Own PESKY@@@!!!!
YES! she is MY own PERSONAL angel of doom.
look in my provile 4 a pic on her, or look at my web-page.
http://www.geocities.com/asashess/Pesky/Pesky.html
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Trunk woke up in his own bed that morning. Thank Kami.
He had dreamt he'd spent all the night in the grafity-room aswell.
Then, he'd dreamt that his father walked in on him the next morning and laughed,
then turned and walked out and closed the door on him.
But he woke in his own bed, to Goten's smiling face. His friend had spent the night, and Trunks was glad of it.
"How are you feeling now?" the smiling boy asked him.
How was he feeling?
He'd spent the afternoon and the better part of the evening in a grafity-level so high he couldn't move.
He had bee tricked and humiliated.
Then, finally, Bra Goten and Tomath had found him.
He had been relieved at this at first, but then his sister had burst out laughing.
After pulling him to savety Tomath, the brother to the cause of all his perils, had even had to tell him 'I told you so'.
The worst of it all was, he could hardly stand!
His mother had at least been worried, though not all that shocked to find out that girl Pesky had done this to him.
Vegeta, on the onther hand, after looking at him a moment, had told him it was high time he uped the grafety-level anyway.
And the only reason he was hurting now was because he hadn't practiced hard enough before.
Trunks, all in all felt completely miserable.
"A little better." he said, sitting up.
Every muscle in his body hurt; exhausted just by keeping him alive for those long hours of the previous day.
But at least he could get up.
He swung a leg out out of the bed, then put down the other more carefully.
Goten gave him a worried frown as he gingerly got up.
Trunks supposed that any other time he might have liked to stay in bed, and wait for his loving father to come kick him out.
But he had something important to do.
"I am _so_ gonna kill her."
Goten got a puzzled look.
-"Kill who?"
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"Little girl?"
-"..."
"Little girl? We are there. You should get up now!"
Pesky opened one eye, then shot up straight in her chair. Sleeping in the bus. Wait a go girl! So much for staying focused.
Then again, she had been up all night. Goten hadn't been kidding when he said it was a long way!
SHe tried to clear the dry taste out of her mouth by swallowing, then noticed the bus-driver looking at her.
"We're there girl, at your home. Let's go!"
Pesky nodded. "Thank you very much sir." the world will thank you too, one day. She added silently.
The driver grinned at her out from under his driver's cap.
"That's OK girl. Just don't spread the word to my boss."
Pesky smiled at him again, though a bit faintly. Then got up from her place and jumped out of the bus stiffly.
"Oh, and little girl?"
She turned to face the man.
"next time you get lost, try to remember your phone-number, ok?"
Pesky smiled, then nodded again. As the bus pulled up, she waved after it. Nice man, letting her hitch a ride for free.
Too bad he was such a simple-minded dolt.
She sighed. Then turned to look about. THis place was quite pretty. Birds sang to the morning and the air was sweet.
She looked at the adress, then around at the houses round and about. Then set out to find the house of Goku,
protector of the planet earth.
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The door swung open to the face of lady in a purle dress with long black traight hair froaming her face.
SHe looked left and right before noticing the girl on her door-step.
Pesky cleared her voice.
As much as she hated to admit it, she was quite nervous.
She had been fighting off aliens for years, in effect trying to save the planet as much as this Goku.
But _she_ had never recieved any recognition for it.
And even Pesky herself knew the struggles she put up were not much more then an inconvinience to the infading forces.
This guy. Well. From what she'd heard, he was all that she had ever wanted to be: big and strong,.. and believed on his word.
No one ever believed Pesky. Not unless she was lying.
"Miss Son?"
The woman replyed with a high-pitched "hnnn?"
"I'm looking for the planet's protector? Goten's dad?"
The woman blinked.
"He's eating breakfast right now. What do you want of him."
Well, Pesky supposed this would be a good time to start telling the truth for once.
But force of habit made her cautious. One could nver be too carefull.
"I heard about all the great things he did," she replied with a smile. Sometimes, she even made herself sick.
"I want to thank him, and talk to him." well, that wasn't really lying. Just bending the truth, right?
And it served Pesky's purposes.
"How sweet!" the woman smiled, face lighting up.
"We hardly ever get that kind of thing, would you believe it? And to think of all sacrifices he made,.."
Her face went dark;
for some reason Pesky got to feeling it wasn't neccicarily the man's sacrifices she was thinking of.
Pesky knew this game only too well.
"You must be so proud of your husband. Though I can only guess the kind of support you must be for him."
The woman looked dumbstruck for a moment, then smiled an even brighter smile then before.
This was gonna take forever.
"Yes, well, I try the best I can you know. I just feed him and nurse him and keep the clothes on his back,...
come in, come in girl."
Pesky was guided in, still being engulved in waves of pointless talk. It could be born. This would be worth it.
Goku would take care of her little alien problem.
After all, it was the man's job.
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Yesyes, I knowIknow. But I'm building up here. The next part is gonna be hilarious ;)
yup, Pesky 's gonna try and talk Goku into killing Vegeta.
ehhr, what do you mean, no way an eight-year-old is that persuasive?
have you ever had an eight-year-old on your back? eh?
But at least 3 ppl ARE following it, and that's enough 4 me.
Disclaimer. don't own DB,
anti-disclaimer. I Own PESKY@@@!!!!
YES! she is MY own PERSONAL angel of doom.
look in my provile 4 a pic on her, or look at my web-page.
http://www.geocities.com/asashess/Pesky/Pesky.html
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Trunk woke up in his own bed that morning. Thank Kami.
He had dreamt he'd spent all the night in the grafity-room aswell.
Then, he'd dreamt that his father walked in on him the next morning and laughed,
then turned and walked out and closed the door on him.
But he woke in his own bed, to Goten's smiling face. His friend had spent the night, and Trunks was glad of it.
"How are you feeling now?" the smiling boy asked him.
How was he feeling?
He'd spent the afternoon and the better part of the evening in a grafity-level so high he couldn't move.
He had bee tricked and humiliated.
Then, finally, Bra Goten and Tomath had found him.
He had been relieved at this at first, but then his sister had burst out laughing.
After pulling him to savety Tomath, the brother to the cause of all his perils, had even had to tell him 'I told you so'.
The worst of it all was, he could hardly stand!
His mother had at least been worried, though not all that shocked to find out that girl Pesky had done this to him.
Vegeta, on the onther hand, after looking at him a moment, had told him it was high time he uped the grafety-level anyway.
And the only reason he was hurting now was because he hadn't practiced hard enough before.
Trunks, all in all felt completely miserable.
"A little better." he said, sitting up.
Every muscle in his body hurt; exhausted just by keeping him alive for those long hours of the previous day.
But at least he could get up.
He swung a leg out out of the bed, then put down the other more carefully.
Goten gave him a worried frown as he gingerly got up.
Trunks supposed that any other time he might have liked to stay in bed, and wait for his loving father to come kick him out.
But he had something important to do.
"I am _so_ gonna kill her."
Goten got a puzzled look.
-"Kill who?"
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"Little girl?"
-"..."
"Little girl? We are there. You should get up now!"
Pesky opened one eye, then shot up straight in her chair. Sleeping in the bus. Wait a go girl! So much for staying focused.
Then again, she had been up all night. Goten hadn't been kidding when he said it was a long way!
SHe tried to clear the dry taste out of her mouth by swallowing, then noticed the bus-driver looking at her.
"We're there girl, at your home. Let's go!"
Pesky nodded. "Thank you very much sir." the world will thank you too, one day. She added silently.
The driver grinned at her out from under his driver's cap.
"That's OK girl. Just don't spread the word to my boss."
Pesky smiled at him again, though a bit faintly. Then got up from her place and jumped out of the bus stiffly.
"Oh, and little girl?"
She turned to face the man.
"next time you get lost, try to remember your phone-number, ok?"
Pesky smiled, then nodded again. As the bus pulled up, she waved after it. Nice man, letting her hitch a ride for free.
Too bad he was such a simple-minded dolt.
She sighed. Then turned to look about. THis place was quite pretty. Birds sang to the morning and the air was sweet.
She looked at the adress, then around at the houses round and about. Then set out to find the house of Goku,
protector of the planet earth.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The door swung open to the face of lady in a purle dress with long black traight hair froaming her face.
SHe looked left and right before noticing the girl on her door-step.
Pesky cleared her voice.
As much as she hated to admit it, she was quite nervous.
She had been fighting off aliens for years, in effect trying to save the planet as much as this Goku.
But _she_ had never recieved any recognition for it.
And even Pesky herself knew the struggles she put up were not much more then an inconvinience to the infading forces.
This guy. Well. From what she'd heard, he was all that she had ever wanted to be: big and strong,.. and believed on his word.
No one ever believed Pesky. Not unless she was lying.
"Miss Son?"
The woman replyed with a high-pitched "hnnn?"
"I'm looking for the planet's protector? Goten's dad?"
The woman blinked.
"He's eating breakfast right now. What do you want of him."
Well, Pesky supposed this would be a good time to start telling the truth for once.
But force of habit made her cautious. One could nver be too carefull.
"I heard about all the great things he did," she replied with a smile. Sometimes, she even made herself sick.
"I want to thank him, and talk to him." well, that wasn't really lying. Just bending the truth, right?
And it served Pesky's purposes.
"How sweet!" the woman smiled, face lighting up.
"We hardly ever get that kind of thing, would you believe it? And to think of all sacrifices he made,.."
Her face went dark;
for some reason Pesky got to feeling it wasn't neccicarily the man's sacrifices she was thinking of.
Pesky knew this game only too well.
"You must be so proud of your husband. Though I can only guess the kind of support you must be for him."
The woman looked dumbstruck for a moment, then smiled an even brighter smile then before.
This was gonna take forever.
"Yes, well, I try the best I can you know. I just feed him and nurse him and keep the clothes on his back,...
come in, come in girl."
Pesky was guided in, still being engulved in waves of pointless talk. It could be born. This would be worth it.
Goku would take care of her little alien problem.
After all, it was the man's job.
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Yesyes, I knowIknow. But I'm building up here. The next part is gonna be hilarious ;)
yup, Pesky 's gonna try and talk Goku into killing Vegeta.
ehhr, what do you mean, no way an eight-year-old is that persuasive?
have you ever had an eight-year-old on your back? eh?