UPDATE!! Say you love me! Lol well I guess I have to get on with the story. Not much to put here. I'm really fuckin stoned right now so this probably wont make much sense. Trust me you will know when you read. I decided I don't want to do the tournament until the end. It will give me an excuse to make a sequel. What can I say, I'm in love with this series. I learned a new insult I'm going to throw in their. I wish I could remember where I read it but I can't.
Gaijin Trunks: 0.o are you sure your okay to type?
Me: YES
Gaijin Trunks: --;
MV: I think you need a designated typer.
Me: Fine, YOU type for me!
MV: Gladly! Daughteralucard does not own dbz/vmb/or anything else not owned by her.
Chapter 11
Gaijin Trunks sat in the Café with Terry who went on about how much he missed Trunks. Trunks was a little distracted by the bad blood left between him and his father. The two had only until the end of the tournament to spend together and all they have really done was fight. Terry noticed Gaijin Trunks was far off someplace else. "What is wrong," he asked, not really interested.
"Nothing," he lied, "just thinking." He put on a fake smile to reassure him. Terry smiled back. All he had to do was keep the dead vampire distracted for a short while and the plan would go accordingly. What was this dastardly plan? Wouldn't you like to know!
(Every had a Strawberry Short-cut?)
Trunks breathed heavily while Shiru had not even broken a sweat yet. It worried Shiru. How could the Gaijin be so powerful yet Trunks be so weak? It made no sense to her. She decided to tell Trunks to take a break. Trunks sat down and looked up at the ceiling with a far off look. "Tell me, Trunks," said Shiru sitting next to him, "why are you not as powerful as the others?"
"Well, for so long I had nothing else better to do then work. I'm a workaholic, you see, I can't really stop working. After my mother died I pretty much attached myself to her company. Never really taking the time to train and do what I need to stay powerful."
"Then why enter the tournament?"
"I made a deal with my father. If I can win the tournament I can sell the company. If I loose I have to keep it and try to fix my workaholic addiction another way."
"And do you really think you are ready to fight?"
"I know I'm not. I haven't trained in kami knows how long. He trains every minute of every day. To tell you the truth I don't know why I'm even trying."
"Maybe because it is the thrill," she suggested.
"Thrill? You sure about that?"
"Do you not feel alive when you fight? Maybe this fight coming up that you know you don't stand a chance to win gives you the inspiration to fight. There is a real challenge coming and your saiyan instincts are kicking in."
"Maybe, that, or I'm loosing my kami damned mind."
"Well, yea, that's a possibility."
(Put a donut in a bowl like container)
MV stormed down to the sewers in a fit of rage looking for Tung. That meezily little worm was down there somewhere. He found a door with a mailbox and banged on it. "No one is home," hissed a voice.
"The hell you aren't," snapped MV.
"Aw, primogen, it's you," said the Nosfearatue opening the door. MV stormed in. "What can I do for my favorite client now," he asked, rubbing his hands in hopes of some juicy gossip.
"I need you to continue keeping an eye on my stupid ass son! That idiot has managed to make himself a target and this can't end well. I want to know what happens! Everything!"
"You basically want to stalk your son? That's a little disturbing."
"That Terry bastard is up to something. You know I heard he was talking to the Sabbat?" MV walked closer to his monstrous partner in crime.
"No, I didn't, how did you?"
"I saw them the other night. At the Asylum. I was there because Therese Voreman wanted another chance at kissing my ass so she could climb further up the Camarilla pyramid and while I was there I saw Terry and a member of the Sabbat."
"Now this is juicy. I'm going to check this out not just for you but for my own interest. I'll be in touch," he said licking his lips in delight. MV smirked devilishly and walked out. Who says the Nosfearatue were useless sewer rats?
(pour cherry 7 up in it the bowl with the donut)
"Your bail money," said Mr. Ox giving Salem the money. "Your families serveses are always welcome." Salem smiled and walked away.
"What is on the tape," asked Mirai curiously.
"I don't know dear boy, I will have to look."
"Can I look to," he asked.
"No," said Salem in a panic, she calmed herself and talked to her son quietly. "Whatever was on that tape scared that guy and probably killed him. Let's not get involved."
"Killed him," asked Mr. Ox, "did you see what killed him?"
"I'm sorry Mr. Ox, but I really would rather not get my son involved."
"Oh certainly. Just let me know if you are looking for work and you can find out what is on the tape."
"Tempting, Mr. Ox, but I'm afraid I'm not interested." Salem grabbed her son and ran out of the store before Ox could say anything else. She arrived at the jailhouse with the money. She bailed Goten out and waited for him in the waiting room. He came out wearing the famous Son grin with his hand behind his head chuckling nervously.
"Hey Salem," he said, "funny story by the way." He was interrupted by a shovel being broken over his head about 20 times. He lay on the ground with tears pouring out of his eyes and Salem standing over him looking pissed off.
"Why would you be so stupid as to get yourself arrested for! What is wrong with you!? We have a child you can't just go around pulling off those kind of stunts as not paying for food!? Your not a kid anymore Goten! Though no one would guess considering you tend to act like your still 7 you idiot!"
"I'm sorry," he blubbered, "I didn't mean to make you mad."
"Well you did make me mad." The waiting room full of people looked on in fear as the woman threatened to beat her husband again. They mumbled to themselves. The police came over and took the shovel from the infuriated woman and began taking her away.
"Spouse abuse is against the law," said the cop, "your under arrest missy. As for you Mr. Son, you're a real man bitch you know that!" Goten took a breath of relief until it processed through his brain what was going on.
"Wait," he shouted, "you can't arrest my wife, she just bailed me out!"
"I can and I will sir," sneered the cop, "that poor kid should really have better parents. You two are such bad examples for him! You two should know better!"
(now put your favorite fruit toping on it)
Gaijin Trunks sat in silence listening to Terry jabber on still when he had a bad feeling. Something wasn't right. It didn't feel right, why was Terry so eager to chat? "Hey, can we get out of here," he asked.
"Why," asked Terry, "I rather like this spot, can we stay another minute please," he begged. Mirai had a sinking feeling of paranoia. He didn't show it. He masked it with a smile and a nod. Terry continued to talk. Mirai looked around nervously. "What's wrong," asked Terry.
"Nothing, just not many people here is all," he said. Terry continued to buy more time for the Sabbat. Any moment now…..
Mirai felt it, the disturbance, right behind him. He turned around and saw a Sabbat standing right in front of him with a blade through his stomach. Gaijin Trunks smiled and laughed a bit pulling the sword out. "Poor Sabbat fool. I'm already dead darling," he said throwing the blade to the side.
"What," said the Sabbat in shock, "Terry, you never said the motherfucker was dead!" Mirai turned around in shock and looked in the eyes of Terry. They were cold and emotionless. Gaijin suddenly realized what the paranoia was, he had made a very terrible mistake, and his father was right.
(now top it all off with whip cream! It's the strawberry short-cut!)
Next time:
The end of a terrible night and maybe Terry, I haven't decided if it should happen now or not.
Fan-to-fiction: glad you like it. Keep reviewing your reviews inspire me to right.
Shahi: I think I misunderstood to. Lol!
I-Love-Trunks1:Thanks for the reminder of what chapter I'm on sweetface! I was so lost! Lmfao have fun in this chapter!