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part 4, Pesky puts her brother in a fix, but Trunks helps out.
But does our Lavendel-haired Hero have a _clue_ as to what he's getting into,...?
Disclaimer: Will you believe I _still_ don't own Dragonball? I asked them for it, but they said I had to pay,..
Oh well, I still Have Pesky and Tomath!
http://www.geocities.com/asashess/Pesky/Pesky.html
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Tomath struggled in the older's boy's grasp to get loose, but is was to no avail.
Man, he was strong!
"easy." Trunks told him , for the twentieth time. "Look, she's alright. She's ok."
He was right; his sister had gotten back to her feet, though a little shakily.
Knowing her, though, that would most likely be out of anger.
Trunk let him go then, and he ran over and asked his sister if she really was ok.
"No thanks to you, I might say." she told him, grumblingly.
Tomath felt bad at the hurt in her voice.
Yes; he was supposed to help her. But he could not just go about attacking people, could he? And in their own house even?
"Look, Pesky,.." he started, but then just got shuffed out of the way.
"Never mind," she told him. "I'll fix this one myself."
Tomath sighed as he watched her go. Way did she always have to be like this?
" I guess I'd better keep an eye on her,.."
he stated with a sad look on his face.
Tomath had really looked forward to doing something besides alien hunting today.
"But you said we could play!" said an angry, pouting Bra.
Tomath tried to smile, but he only slumped down even more.
"I know, and there's nothing I'd like to do more."
And that was the truth!
He pulled a deep breath, taking both of the children in.
"But I have to keep an eye on Pesky. SHe really doesn't look out for herself. And I only have one sister."
Trunks gave him a quizzical look:
"Surely you don't believe my dad would do anything to her?
I know he's kind of ruff, but hitting little girls really isn't his style."
-"I know I know, but you don't know Pesky. She can be a real Pest.
What if he looses his temper with her."
"and,.." Tomath started, trying to take the sting outof his words,
as he realised both Bra and Trunks were offended at the thought.
Parents are sacred figures.
"Pesky, well." he fiddled a bit.
" This is gonna sound funny, course you and your father are both so strong.
But Pesky _is_ quite dangerous, when she wants to be. And she usually does."
Trunks practically spurted out lauging at that.
Bra was even more offended: "My father is the strongestest dad in the univers! There is no-one who can hurt him."
she proclaimed in a haugthy tone.
Now it was Tomath's turn to be hurt. "You don't _know_ her. And neither does your father.
If I don't watch her, _one_ of them is gonna end up seriously hurt!"
Probably Pesky, he admitted to himself. She just didn't know when to quit!
Trunks refound his composure, and squinted at Tomath a moment.
"Alright. But how about _I_ keep an eye on her then.
That way at least you get to play with Bra.
And, as you said, I am a lot stronger then you.
I think I can handle her, don't you?"
Tomath hesitated.
"Well,.."
Then glanced over to Bra. He hadn't played with a someone that _nice_ in years!
"Alright. But you be carefull. And watch her, she's not,.. not _nice_,.."
Well that wasn't really fair. Pesky was nice, at least to him.
"I mean, to her your half an alien and..."
-"Sure, sure, I'll be carefull." Trunks stated, waving a hand at them as he walked out to kitchen.
"You two just have fun, ok?"
Tomath sighed.
"You know, Bra, I get to feeling he doesn't believe me,.."
Bra laughed again. "My brother is reaaaly smart and strong.
Almost as strong as daddy.
And he's the strongest daddie there is,.."
Tomath looked at her a moment sceptically. Then shrugged it off.
"Whatever you say then," he stated, putting his overly aggresive sister out of his head.
"what would you like to play?"
part 4, Pesky puts her brother in a fix, but Trunks helps out.
But does our Lavendel-haired Hero have a _clue_ as to what he's getting into,...?
Disclaimer: Will you believe I _still_ don't own Dragonball? I asked them for it, but they said I had to pay,..
Oh well, I still Have Pesky and Tomath!
http://www.geocities.com/asashess/Pesky/Pesky.html
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Tomath struggled in the older's boy's grasp to get loose, but is was to no avail.
Man, he was strong!
"easy." Trunks told him , for the twentieth time. "Look, she's alright. She's ok."
He was right; his sister had gotten back to her feet, though a little shakily.
Knowing her, though, that would most likely be out of anger.
Trunk let him go then, and he ran over and asked his sister if she really was ok.
"No thanks to you, I might say." she told him, grumblingly.
Tomath felt bad at the hurt in her voice.
Yes; he was supposed to help her. But he could not just go about attacking people, could he? And in their own house even?
"Look, Pesky,.." he started, but then just got shuffed out of the way.
"Never mind," she told him. "I'll fix this one myself."
Tomath sighed as he watched her go. Way did she always have to be like this?
" I guess I'd better keep an eye on her,.."
he stated with a sad look on his face.
Tomath had really looked forward to doing something besides alien hunting today.
"But you said we could play!" said an angry, pouting Bra.
Tomath tried to smile, but he only slumped down even more.
"I know, and there's nothing I'd like to do more."
And that was the truth!
He pulled a deep breath, taking both of the children in.
"But I have to keep an eye on Pesky. SHe really doesn't look out for herself. And I only have one sister."
Trunks gave him a quizzical look:
"Surely you don't believe my dad would do anything to her?
I know he's kind of ruff, but hitting little girls really isn't his style."
-"I know I know, but you don't know Pesky. She can be a real Pest.
What if he looses his temper with her."
"and,.." Tomath started, trying to take the sting outof his words,
as he realised both Bra and Trunks were offended at the thought.
Parents are sacred figures.
"Pesky, well." he fiddled a bit.
" This is gonna sound funny, course you and your father are both so strong.
But Pesky _is_ quite dangerous, when she wants to be. And she usually does."
Trunks practically spurted out lauging at that.
Bra was even more offended: "My father is the strongestest dad in the univers! There is no-one who can hurt him."
she proclaimed in a haugthy tone.
Now it was Tomath's turn to be hurt. "You don't _know_ her. And neither does your father.
If I don't watch her, _one_ of them is gonna end up seriously hurt!"
Probably Pesky, he admitted to himself. She just didn't know when to quit!
Trunks refound his composure, and squinted at Tomath a moment.
"Alright. But how about _I_ keep an eye on her then.
That way at least you get to play with Bra.
And, as you said, I am a lot stronger then you.
I think I can handle her, don't you?"
Tomath hesitated.
"Well,.."
Then glanced over to Bra. He hadn't played with a someone that _nice_ in years!
"Alright. But you be carefull. And watch her, she's not,.. not _nice_,.."
Well that wasn't really fair. Pesky was nice, at least to him.
"I mean, to her your half an alien and..."
-"Sure, sure, I'll be carefull." Trunks stated, waving a hand at them as he walked out to kitchen.
"You two just have fun, ok?"
Tomath sighed.
"You know, Bra, I get to feeling he doesn't believe me,.."
Bra laughed again. "My brother is reaaaly smart and strong.
Almost as strong as daddy.
And he's the strongest daddie there is,.."
Tomath looked at her a moment sceptically. Then shrugged it off.
"Whatever you say then," he stated, putting his overly aggresive sister out of his head.
"what would you like to play?"