Author's note:
In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly the best at dividing up my story into chapters... and I'm not exactly the most consistent uploader either (however, pestering does seem to help, even if it doesn't improve my mood). Anyway, I'll just keep writing on my merry little way.
--Quinn
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"You have to keep your eye on my hand, concentrate!"
I stopped as I caught my breath. Vegeta was hovering above me, arms crossed. I turned to look at the ground, growling silently. We had been training for hours, and each time I thought I mastered it; Vegeta would throw in something new. The things that Goku taught me were helping me avoid being burnt to a crisp. 'He was right when he told me fighting a Saiyan was different,' I thought as I gulped back a breath, glaring at the crater a few feet from me. The grass inches from my feet was singed brown.
Closing my eyes, I tried to focus my mind, centre my thoughts. Shoving all distractions from my mind, I calmly opened my eyes. I looked up at him, waiting for me. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I nodded silently.
Without waiting, he sent two chi blasts straight down. I flipped to dodge one and effortlessly hit the other blast straight back at him with a hard stroke. I saw his eyes widen and watched him quickly duck the chi blast that was aimed at his head. He turned to me in surprise and I smirked at him, like he had done so many times to me. He grinned back wickedly, then flew straight at me, sending chi blasts flying towards me.
I calmly hit back each one at him, anticipating each blast as it left his hand. I made no move to step out of the way of his rapid approach, keeping my eyes locked on his. My arms began to ache with the impact of the chi blasts, but I gritted my teeth and continued, determined to win this one. At the last minute, I suddenly struck out with the staff. He abruptly stopped short, hovering just above the ground, his breathing rapid and uneven. My staff was inches from his throat, where it would have cut through skin and severed his jugular before impaling the brain with a small twist… at least according to him. I lightly tapped the staff to his neck.
"Gotcha," I whispered, my breathing ragged.
Vegeta floated a little higher, so the staff no longer pointed at his tender throat. "Looks like you're learning," he smirked.
"Looks like I am," I replied, raising an eyebrow.
"That's good," said Vegeta, and I saw his chi flare up, "Cause now we can get to the real fun stuff."
'Uh-oh,' was the last thing I thought. From then on, I didn't have time to think, it was hard enough keeping ahead of him.
"This is going to take awhile," I muttered, hastily somersaulting to dodge a huge chi blast.
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Phoom! Phoom! Crack! Phoom! I watched the chi blast streak back at Vegeta who dodged it as he sent another one flying back at me. Grunting as I dodged it, I hastily leapt off the rock, flipping up into the air, landing on a taller rock. I glared at him, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. The day was nearly over and I was getting tired.
Vegeta smirked at me and there was a crackle as the power built up in his fingertips again. I kept my eye on the growing chi blast twirling my staff expectantly. In one swift move, Vegeta threw back his arm and flung the blast towards me. I dodged to the side, feeling the heat of the blast zoom past my hips. Turning, my eyes widened as I watched the blast do a U-turn behind me.
I dodged it again, only to have it come back at me. I glanced up at Vegeta, who seemed to be enjoying the show. 'Smile while you can,' I thought, a plan forming in my mind as I dodged the blast third time.
I narrowed my eyes as I watched the chi blast turn and come at me again, the glowing ball of energy getting bigger as it approached. I stretched out my arms, the staff gripped tightly in my palms.
I felt the impact of the blast hit the staff, and I let it push me up into the air. Summoning all my strength, I held on, feeling myself being forced higher by the chi blast crackling against the wood of my staff. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing Vegeta's shocked expression as I approached him on the force of the chi blast. The whole manoeuvre lasted only a couple of seconds at most, but it seemed like things went in slow motion as my body moved in obedience to my mind.
I flipped my body over the chi blast, my feet contacting his face in a sharp kick before I flipped again, steering the chi blast's course slightly. As I dropped back to the ground, I smirked as I saw the chi blast hit him, point blank. My feet landed softly on the rock, and I crossed my arms, waiting for the smoke to clear.
He was floating in the air, dazed. His hair looked slightly singed, but he seemed none the worse for wear. He turned to look at me, and I smiled smugly at him.
"Maybe that's enough for one day," he said, examining his slightly scorched breastplate.
Nodding, I leapt down from the rock, but instead of dropping to the ground, I watched the ground soar away from under my feet. I didn't have to look up to know who was carrying me. His arms around me felt so familiar, so right. 'His arms are so warm,' I thought, but then I quickly cut myself off again. What was this weird feeling that kept creeping up in my belly every time I was with him? 'Or maybe I don't want to know…' I thought.
"Vegeta, what are you doing?" I asked, forcing my voice not to tremble as I looked up at his face, so close to mine. He was staring ahead, the wind stirring his wild hair.
"What does it look like?" he growled softly, "Or would you rather walk." He turned to me, and I stopped breathing. Our noses were barely an inch apart and his warm breath was tickling my lips.
"No," I murmured softly, gazing into his eyes, "This is just fine."
I was drowning, drowning in those intense eyes of his, and I couldn't lift a finger to help myself… not that I wanted to.
The sky was glowing soft red and orange when we arrived back at Capsule Corporation. My legs felt like jelly as I stepped onto the cool tiles of my balcony. My body suddenly felt cold and I shivered involuntarily, wrapping my arms around myself as I turned back to Vegeta.
"Thanks," I murmured as he handed me my staff, "for everything." I stood there looking at him, not really wanting to enter my room.
He was silent, floating in front of my balcony. The memories of last night suddenly surfaced in my mind, the feelings from that night began to stir up again. He reached out his hand again, reaching over to my face. He paused just before he touched my cheek, and I could feel the warmth of his hand next to my cool cheek. I made no move to back away or retreat… in fact; I made no movement at all.
The fingers of his glove brushed against my cheek, and my hands trembled slightly in their position crossed against my chest.
"Good night," he whispered, his hand still lingering on my cheek.
I swallowed and nodded to him, as I seemed to have temporarily misplaced my voice. He slowly floated away, his figure silhouetted against the setting sun, before flying up and out of sight.
The breeze blew across the balcony, and I hugged my arms tighter around myself. "Two days," I muttered, "Two more days."
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Next chapter: Should I stay... would it be a sin?
In case you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly the best at dividing up my story into chapters... and I'm not exactly the most consistent uploader either (however, pestering does seem to help, even if it doesn't improve my mood). Anyway, I'll just keep writing on my merry little way.
--Quinn
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"You have to keep your eye on my hand, concentrate!"
I stopped as I caught my breath. Vegeta was hovering above me, arms crossed. I turned to look at the ground, growling silently. We had been training for hours, and each time I thought I mastered it; Vegeta would throw in something new. The things that Goku taught me were helping me avoid being burnt to a crisp. 'He was right when he told me fighting a Saiyan was different,' I thought as I gulped back a breath, glaring at the crater a few feet from me. The grass inches from my feet was singed brown.
Closing my eyes, I tried to focus my mind, centre my thoughts. Shoving all distractions from my mind, I calmly opened my eyes. I looked up at him, waiting for me. He raised an eyebrow at me, and I nodded silently.
Without waiting, he sent two chi blasts straight down. I flipped to dodge one and effortlessly hit the other blast straight back at him with a hard stroke. I saw his eyes widen and watched him quickly duck the chi blast that was aimed at his head. He turned to me in surprise and I smirked at him, like he had done so many times to me. He grinned back wickedly, then flew straight at me, sending chi blasts flying towards me.
I calmly hit back each one at him, anticipating each blast as it left his hand. I made no move to step out of the way of his rapid approach, keeping my eyes locked on his. My arms began to ache with the impact of the chi blasts, but I gritted my teeth and continued, determined to win this one. At the last minute, I suddenly struck out with the staff. He abruptly stopped short, hovering just above the ground, his breathing rapid and uneven. My staff was inches from his throat, where it would have cut through skin and severed his jugular before impaling the brain with a small twist… at least according to him. I lightly tapped the staff to his neck.
"Gotcha," I whispered, my breathing ragged.
Vegeta floated a little higher, so the staff no longer pointed at his tender throat. "Looks like you're learning," he smirked.
"Looks like I am," I replied, raising an eyebrow.
"That's good," said Vegeta, and I saw his chi flare up, "Cause now we can get to the real fun stuff."
'Uh-oh,' was the last thing I thought. From then on, I didn't have time to think, it was hard enough keeping ahead of him.
"This is going to take awhile," I muttered, hastily somersaulting to dodge a huge chi blast.
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Phoom! Phoom! Crack! Phoom! I watched the chi blast streak back at Vegeta who dodged it as he sent another one flying back at me. Grunting as I dodged it, I hastily leapt off the rock, flipping up into the air, landing on a taller rock. I glared at him, my breaths coming in ragged gasps. The day was nearly over and I was getting tired.
Vegeta smirked at me and there was a crackle as the power built up in his fingertips again. I kept my eye on the growing chi blast twirling my staff expectantly. In one swift move, Vegeta threw back his arm and flung the blast towards me. I dodged to the side, feeling the heat of the blast zoom past my hips. Turning, my eyes widened as I watched the blast do a U-turn behind me.
I dodged it again, only to have it come back at me. I glanced up at Vegeta, who seemed to be enjoying the show. 'Smile while you can,' I thought, a plan forming in my mind as I dodged the blast third time.
I narrowed my eyes as I watched the chi blast turn and come at me again, the glowing ball of energy getting bigger as it approached. I stretched out my arms, the staff gripped tightly in my palms.
I felt the impact of the blast hit the staff, and I let it push me up into the air. Summoning all my strength, I held on, feeling myself being forced higher by the chi blast crackling against the wood of my staff. I glanced over my shoulder, seeing Vegeta's shocked expression as I approached him on the force of the chi blast. The whole manoeuvre lasted only a couple of seconds at most, but it seemed like things went in slow motion as my body moved in obedience to my mind.
I flipped my body over the chi blast, my feet contacting his face in a sharp kick before I flipped again, steering the chi blast's course slightly. As I dropped back to the ground, I smirked as I saw the chi blast hit him, point blank. My feet landed softly on the rock, and I crossed my arms, waiting for the smoke to clear.
He was floating in the air, dazed. His hair looked slightly singed, but he seemed none the worse for wear. He turned to look at me, and I smiled smugly at him.
"Maybe that's enough for one day," he said, examining his slightly scorched breastplate.
Nodding, I leapt down from the rock, but instead of dropping to the ground, I watched the ground soar away from under my feet. I didn't have to look up to know who was carrying me. His arms around me felt so familiar, so right. 'His arms are so warm,' I thought, but then I quickly cut myself off again. What was this weird feeling that kept creeping up in my belly every time I was with him? 'Or maybe I don't want to know…' I thought.
"Vegeta, what are you doing?" I asked, forcing my voice not to tremble as I looked up at his face, so close to mine. He was staring ahead, the wind stirring his wild hair.
"What does it look like?" he growled softly, "Or would you rather walk." He turned to me, and I stopped breathing. Our noses were barely an inch apart and his warm breath was tickling my lips.
"No," I murmured softly, gazing into his eyes, "This is just fine."
I was drowning, drowning in those intense eyes of his, and I couldn't lift a finger to help myself… not that I wanted to.
The sky was glowing soft red and orange when we arrived back at Capsule Corporation. My legs felt like jelly as I stepped onto the cool tiles of my balcony. My body suddenly felt cold and I shivered involuntarily, wrapping my arms around myself as I turned back to Vegeta.
"Thanks," I murmured as he handed me my staff, "for everything." I stood there looking at him, not really wanting to enter my room.
He was silent, floating in front of my balcony. The memories of last night suddenly surfaced in my mind, the feelings from that night began to stir up again. He reached out his hand again, reaching over to my face. He paused just before he touched my cheek, and I could feel the warmth of his hand next to my cool cheek. I made no move to back away or retreat… in fact; I made no movement at all.
The fingers of his glove brushed against my cheek, and my hands trembled slightly in their position crossed against my chest.
"Good night," he whispered, his hand still lingering on my cheek.
I swallowed and nodded to him, as I seemed to have temporarily misplaced my voice. He slowly floated away, his figure silhouetted against the setting sun, before flying up and out of sight.
The breeze blew across the balcony, and I hugged my arms tighter around myself. "Two days," I muttered, "Two more days."
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Next chapter: Should I stay... would it be a sin?