AN-okay, flame me, boil me in oil, or bury me under tons of rubble, whatever. I deserve it. This chapter took so damn long!! But Denver (and frickin' cold weather) kinda stood in my way…for all of 5 days……eh heh…..oh, and screw the whole 'thought' thing that was at the end of the last chapter. I've decided to flag the whole damn thing. You'll know who's thinking when some one's thinking, I hope…=P any who, onward you scurvy curs, read!!
DISCLAIMER-okay class, who knows what two plus two is?? 4? Okay, good, who knows what the likely hood of me owning DBZ is?? When all hell freezes over and pigs learn to fly will I own DBZ?? Good class, very good…
CHAPTER 11(felt good to finally say that)
Somewhere, in the very far regions of his subconscious, something stirred. He reached for it; the only life to invade his senses, and the spark, thing really, danced away, hanging just beyond the reach of his grasping fingertips. He cursed, and then lunged for it. Again, the little light nimbly dodged, and danced farther from him, flickering, the tip of it waving, mocking him in his futile efforts. This time, he let lose a whole string of curses, and the spark wavered, then crackled, the tips of it elongating and shocking his fingers. With another, much muted, curse, he snatched his fingers back and sucked them, growling at the flame. It danced and swayed, its tip reaching out to shock him again. Cussing for all he was worth, he jumped to one side as the little spark exploded on the spot he had just vacated. Frustrated, he jumped up and gave chase to the teasing little orb, which proceed to bounce away from him. Bounce? Oh that really pissed him off. If the little shit was going to make him chase it, then fine, but to bounce away from him, like a child's ball?? Oh that really was just too much. With a feral snarl, he reached inside himself, into his very being, and trigged the change to Super Saiyan.
And so, with a very grand roar, Trunks awoke. And very quickly found out that the little bouncing, zapping ball had a big brother. A very big brother. The bars to his cell. Well the whole cell actually, for when he powered up, the sparking bars that comprised the front of his cell threw off bigger sparks, straight at him. In turn, the surrounding black metal walls of the cell hurled jolts of electricity at him, frying the Prince to a crisp. Well they would have, if he hadn't powered down and sunk to the floor of his cage, rubbing furiously at his hair to try and get it to stop sparking. The amethyst locks were frazzled, and it took a lot of smoothing, and spit, on the Prince's part to get them to lie flat. Needless to say, the spit just made the residual electricity in his hair worse, but hey, Trunks didn't give a damn. All that came to a grinding, crunching halt when a mocking voice rang out from just beyond the bars of his prison.
"Having a little trouble are we Trunks? Humph, who wouldn't, with your hair? Disgraceful for a Saiyan to have such colored hair. The fact that your tail is the same putrid color only makes matters worse. At least you won't have to worry about your tail so much, not when I cut it off." Torrick's sneer cut through trunk's grooming focused mind and he lunged for the traitor with a guttural snarl. But he'd forgotten about the sparky bars that stood in his way. The moment he touched them, bolts of electricity thundered through him. With a ragged gasp he jerked himself back from the danger and glared murderously out at Torrick, who was watching the spectacle, laughing his head off the entire time.
"You really are an idiot half-breed. Haven't you figured out by now that the cell reacts to your power level? The more you power up, the more it fries you. Keep trying though, I'm rather enjoying watching you, it's remarkably funny. Especially considering your pathetic bitch of a mother's IQ, you can't even work out a simple thing like that. She must be so disappointed in you." He paused, and glanced down at Trunks. "You say something half-breed?"
Trunks wiped a hand across his mouth. "What did you call me?"
"What did I call you?" Torrick choked out. "Oh this is too much! Do you mean to tell me that your parents never told you? They never told you of your true heritage? Of how your father met your mother on earth and fell in love with her? Of how he produced two hybrid freaks that are you and your slut of a sister? Did they never tell you that you are not a true Saiyan?!"
AN-okay, it's short, but I needed to put this in here…..=P and there will be more to come, I just wanted to get this chapter up before my screen limits ran out.