I don't won dragonball, I just steal the chars and have fun with 'm :)
Pesky's mine. her brother is mine, and all the drawings and stuff at this website are mine:
http://www.geocities.com/asashess/Pesky/Pesky.html
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When Trunks came into the living room, it was empty. Vegeta had of course already left for the gravety room, as was his habit.
But where the girl Pesky had gone, he couldn't fanthom.
After looking about the hundreds of rooms that Capsule Corp. held, he still hadn't found her, and he was beginning to worry;
after all, he had promised to keep an eye on her, and so far he had done no such thing.
He finally got the brilliant idea of checking outside though, and sure enough, there she was.
Right outside of the gravety room,
stealthely looking in through a window here, concentratedly checking some of the plating there.
To Trunks it seemed she was studying the whole building so intently, she might well be planning to build her very own!
For a moment, Trunks considered keeping out of sight. But he really didn't feel good on spying on the girl;
it wasn't very polite.
So Trunks walked up to her and greeted her kindly.
The girl scowled at him a moment, but then her face cleared visibly.
"Tell me, Trunks, what is this thing?"
"It's a gravety room." he explained shortly,
then understood from Pesky's clouded expression he was going to have to do a bit more explaining then that.
So he explained what it was, even covering the basics of how it worked.
To his surprise she even seemed interested. Until the Gravitron's door opened and his father stepped out.
Pesky stepped out of sight quickly. But not quickly enough, and recieved an evil smirk for her efforts.
Then Vegeta walked away, quit pointedly ignoring the both of them.
For a moment Trunks thought the girl was going after him, but then she turned on him.
"can I please have a look inside..?"
"Ehh" His father woudln't much like that, but he would be in the shower. Still.
"Sure." he heard himself say.
Pesky looked around inside with eyes as wide as sourcers. "Wow!"
She told him, and even went as far as to smile.
She really wasn't all that bad, he figured.
As long as you got around her bad side, that was.
Then the girl started runnning around, pointing fingeres, constantly asking "what's that?"
and "what's this?"
Trunks was quite enjoying himself explaining it all.
Finally, they came upon the main controll of the Gravitron.
"owww!" and she got the most pleading look in her eyes. "can I please turn it on,..?
-"NO!"
Trunks cut in, rougher then he had intended.
Pesky looked very disappointed.
"It's way too dangerous. It'll flatten you in an instant."
The girl pouted. "Can't we set it a bit lower then."
-"Yes, but,.."
Trunks thought for a moment, then guided her to a side door at the entrance.
"This is the back controll room. My mother build it in case of an emergency."
"So you can controll the room from here without having to go through the field?"
"Exactly."
Trunks told her, happy to have someone interrested and intellegent enough to talk to about his work.
The scientist at Capsule Corp were smart enough, but they were hardly his age, so this was a nice change.
He then proceeded to tell her how it all worked, turning handles here and there.
"And so your father works out and three-hundred times earth's gravety?"
She asked him in an awed voice.
"yup!" he said, extually feeling a little proud.
-"And you."
-"A hundred." he told her convidently.
-"Wow! that's a lot. But I guess three hundred would about kill you huh?"
"Eh." Trunks said, a little caught off guard at the question. I guess so. I think I could stand twohundred, but not standing up.
a hundred IS my maximum, but," -he was defensively,- "I am still growing, AND getting stronger."
"Wah, yeah I guess so,.."
Pesky told him, satisfactory in awe.
"Well, I guess.,... hey?!"
and she starled, then looking about frantically, one hand in her hair.
"What?" he asked.
"My hair-ribbon."
"What about it?" Pesky looked at him bewildered.
"I had a red ribbon in either of my tails. Now one's missing."
-"So?" Pesky didn't seem the type to mind about her hair.
The girl sighed. "My mom's gonna _kill_ me if I loose another one! They're pretty expensive."
"don't worry, I'll look for it." Trunks told her, annoyed. He never did understand that kind of hair-stuff.
But he did know about mothers getting mad.
If Pesky's mother was anything like Goten's,..
"Here it is!" He called, spotting the ribbon in a corner the gravity room.
"Don't worry, I'll get it."
He told her, remembering that the machine was still on. Near to a hundred, he thought.
But at least he could proove he hadn't been bluffing.
Trunks didn't usually care about that kind of thing,
but the girl had a way of looking at him that suggested she didn't quite believe everything he had said.
"There." he stated, picking up the red piece of cloth.
As he turned around to show it to her though, he got the very uncomfortable feeling that he had been had.
The smug look at the girl's face only prooved his suspisions.
And then the ribbon, his arm and finally his entire body became too heavy to bare.
As he collapsed on the floor, unable to move a muscle he heard her call out to him:
"Sorry about that.
But you _are_ a half-breed. and I can't be sure about you can I?
I'll be back to interrogate you when I've taken care of your father.
Don't worry; if you have no bad intentions, you will have nothing to worry about."
And with that, the door slammed shut.
Trunks lay there for a few minutes, waiting for the feeling of complete humiliation to pass.
Screaming was no good. The room was isolated too, as to make life livable while his father was "at it" in here.
T
runks silently cursed himself as he remebered telling Pesky about that too.
For another moment he lay there,
and then a thought came to him.
One that was very much unlike him, thought he realised he truly meant it.
"Little Bich!"
Pesky's mine. her brother is mine, and all the drawings and stuff at this website are mine:
http://www.geocities.com/asashess/Pesky/Pesky.html
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When Trunks came into the living room, it was empty. Vegeta had of course already left for the gravety room, as was his habit.
But where the girl Pesky had gone, he couldn't fanthom.
After looking about the hundreds of rooms that Capsule Corp. held, he still hadn't found her, and he was beginning to worry;
after all, he had promised to keep an eye on her, and so far he had done no such thing.
He finally got the brilliant idea of checking outside though, and sure enough, there she was.
Right outside of the gravety room,
stealthely looking in through a window here, concentratedly checking some of the plating there.
To Trunks it seemed she was studying the whole building so intently, she might well be planning to build her very own!
For a moment, Trunks considered keeping out of sight. But he really didn't feel good on spying on the girl;
it wasn't very polite.
So Trunks walked up to her and greeted her kindly.
The girl scowled at him a moment, but then her face cleared visibly.
"Tell me, Trunks, what is this thing?"
"It's a gravety room." he explained shortly,
then understood from Pesky's clouded expression he was going to have to do a bit more explaining then that.
So he explained what it was, even covering the basics of how it worked.
To his surprise she even seemed interested. Until the Gravitron's door opened and his father stepped out.
Pesky stepped out of sight quickly. But not quickly enough, and recieved an evil smirk for her efforts.
Then Vegeta walked away, quit pointedly ignoring the both of them.
For a moment Trunks thought the girl was going after him, but then she turned on him.
"can I please have a look inside..?"
"Ehh" His father woudln't much like that, but he would be in the shower. Still.
"Sure." he heard himself say.
Pesky looked around inside with eyes as wide as sourcers. "Wow!"
She told him, and even went as far as to smile.
She really wasn't all that bad, he figured.
As long as you got around her bad side, that was.
Then the girl started runnning around, pointing fingeres, constantly asking "what's that?"
and "what's this?"
Trunks was quite enjoying himself explaining it all.
Finally, they came upon the main controll of the Gravitron.
"owww!" and she got the most pleading look in her eyes. "can I please turn it on,..?
-"NO!"
Trunks cut in, rougher then he had intended.
Pesky looked very disappointed.
"It's way too dangerous. It'll flatten you in an instant."
The girl pouted. "Can't we set it a bit lower then."
-"Yes, but,.."
Trunks thought for a moment, then guided her to a side door at the entrance.
"This is the back controll room. My mother build it in case of an emergency."
"So you can controll the room from here without having to go through the field?"
"Exactly."
Trunks told her, happy to have someone interrested and intellegent enough to talk to about his work.
The scientist at Capsule Corp were smart enough, but they were hardly his age, so this was a nice change.
He then proceeded to tell her how it all worked, turning handles here and there.
"And so your father works out and three-hundred times earth's gravety?"
She asked him in an awed voice.
"yup!" he said, extually feeling a little proud.
-"And you."
-"A hundred." he told her convidently.
-"Wow! that's a lot. But I guess three hundred would about kill you huh?"
"Eh." Trunks said, a little caught off guard at the question. I guess so. I think I could stand twohundred, but not standing up.
a hundred IS my maximum, but," -he was defensively,- "I am still growing, AND getting stronger."
"Wah, yeah I guess so,.."
Pesky told him, satisfactory in awe.
"Well, I guess.,... hey?!"
and she starled, then looking about frantically, one hand in her hair.
"What?" he asked.
"My hair-ribbon."
"What about it?" Pesky looked at him bewildered.
"I had a red ribbon in either of my tails. Now one's missing."
-"So?" Pesky didn't seem the type to mind about her hair.
The girl sighed. "My mom's gonna _kill_ me if I loose another one! They're pretty expensive."
"don't worry, I'll look for it." Trunks told her, annoyed. He never did understand that kind of hair-stuff.
But he did know about mothers getting mad.
If Pesky's mother was anything like Goten's,..
"Here it is!" He called, spotting the ribbon in a corner the gravity room.
"Don't worry, I'll get it."
He told her, remembering that the machine was still on. Near to a hundred, he thought.
But at least he could proove he hadn't been bluffing.
Trunks didn't usually care about that kind of thing,
but the girl had a way of looking at him that suggested she didn't quite believe everything he had said.
"There." he stated, picking up the red piece of cloth.
As he turned around to show it to her though, he got the very uncomfortable feeling that he had been had.
The smug look at the girl's face only prooved his suspisions.
And then the ribbon, his arm and finally his entire body became too heavy to bare.
As he collapsed on the floor, unable to move a muscle he heard her call out to him:
"Sorry about that.
But you _are_ a half-breed. and I can't be sure about you can I?
I'll be back to interrogate you when I've taken care of your father.
Don't worry; if you have no bad intentions, you will have nothing to worry about."
And with that, the door slammed shut.
Trunks lay there for a few minutes, waiting for the feeling of complete humiliation to pass.
Screaming was no good. The room was isolated too, as to make life livable while his father was "at it" in here.
T
runks silently cursed himself as he remebered telling Pesky about that too.
For another moment he lay there,
and then a thought came to him.
One that was very much unlike him, thought he realised he truly meant it.
"Little Bich!"