I Shall have a Second Chance :chapter5
A/N: Okay, let me explain.
Yes, it has been more than a month (2? 3?) since my last post.
I am guilty of leaving all you wonderful people who *like* this story
on the edge. My excuse? I needed a break. I really did.
I just recently started Writing Tutorials from CTY, which, in my
mind, is the first step on the path for professional writing. I have gone
to numerous skating competitions, had more homework, band concerts, etc,
so what I'm trying to say is that I did this story on my free time and I
just don't have that time anymore. I lost my inspiration for the story
and the time I had to write it. So here is my solemn promise:
1) I, LadyDarkness, will in no way, shape, or form ever begin an epic
and post it without having at least half of it completely done, if not
all.
2) I, LadyDarkness, under no circumstances, will make a long, drawn out
sequel based on the popularity and/or sucess of the original. Note:
This statement does not cover continuations of stories that otherwise
would have been unfinished in plot and/or explanation.
3) I, LadyDarkness, will concentrate on bringing longer, better quality
fictions to the citzens of Fanfiction.net and the entire Internet
community, rather than trying to meet time constraints.
K? Good. If you have any other suggestions (i.e. the time schedule I should
post chapters, to make shorter Author's notes, etc) leave em in your
reviews. Again, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I Shall Have a Second Chance: Chapter 5
I awoke, the pain throbbing in my skull, and sat up. There was a voice
from the back of the room and I turned to see the ebony haired boy again.
"You're awake."
The boy was perched upon the stool, looking totally displaced in the cheery,
yellow room. He was in a different outfit than he had been before: A dark black
fighting gi tied with a navy sash. A strap across his chest secured a sword
to his back. I eyed it suspiciously, which he must've noticed immeadiatly.
"You think I'd harm someone I don't even know? Silly girl. You're the one that
we should be worried about, rather than vice versa." he said mockingly.
I felt my anger rising in my chest and it took all my willpower not to jump
up from the cot and pummel him for direspecting me so. That, of course,
would not have been very wise, because I was injured and might have given
him a reason to use the sword.
The two of us were silent for a moment, glaring at each other from across the
room.
"You're an idiot," he said. "I'm not intimidated by little girls like you."
This was too much. The handsome boy had seemed quiet and softspoken from afar,
but...
I rose out of bed and my black aurora flared a bit. I hovered, then tried to set
myself down on the tiled floor. A blast of pain shot through my legs. I yelled in
pain and collapsed.
The boy jumped off the stool. His face seemed suprised, but he stood over me arro-
gantly. "I suppose I should be sorry," he told me. "I was suspicious, but now I
know my assumptions were false." He stiffly picked me up in his muscled arms and
depoisited (for I could not think of that movement in any other way) me on the cot.
"I hate you," I spat, meaning every word of it. I turned around in my bed to face
the wall.
I could feel his ki rise as he spoke. "Well I hate you more, you little..."
There was a loud "thump" and a yell before he could finish. I whirled about,
wincing from the pain in my head, and observed what had happened.
Trunks had intervened and soundly punched his son in the gut. "Brat!" He
shouted. "If your mother was alive to see you now, she could kill you
herself! She opened this hospital as a sanctuary for the injured, but you defile
it. I'm ashamed of you." In one swift movement, the man took the sword, unsheathed
it, and pointed it at the boy's throat. "Now get and no supper for a week."
The boy scampered out from under the sword point and ran out of the room. Trunks
turned to me and apologized.
"I'm sorry about Gohan, his mother died today five years ago."
"Gohan?" I mumbled. "Thats my father's name. At least it was..." Tears welled up in
my eyes. A comforting hand rubbed my back.
"I'm sorry your father died. Mine did too. Its hard." He left, leaving me to my
thoughts.
"But did you kill him?" I whispered. "Did you?"
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Disclaimer: Dont own DBZ ^_^
Please review!
A/N: Okay, let me explain.
Yes, it has been more than a month (2? 3?) since my last post.
I am guilty of leaving all you wonderful people who *like* this story
on the edge. My excuse? I needed a break. I really did.
I just recently started Writing Tutorials from CTY, which, in my
mind, is the first step on the path for professional writing. I have gone
to numerous skating competitions, had more homework, band concerts, etc,
so what I'm trying to say is that I did this story on my free time and I
just don't have that time anymore. I lost my inspiration for the story
and the time I had to write it. So here is my solemn promise:
1) I, LadyDarkness, will in no way, shape, or form ever begin an epic
and post it without having at least half of it completely done, if not
all.
2) I, LadyDarkness, under no circumstances, will make a long, drawn out
sequel based on the popularity and/or sucess of the original. Note:
This statement does not cover continuations of stories that otherwise
would have been unfinished in plot and/or explanation.
3) I, LadyDarkness, will concentrate on bringing longer, better quality
fictions to the citzens of Fanfiction.net and the entire Internet
community, rather than trying to meet time constraints.
K? Good. If you have any other suggestions (i.e. the time schedule I should
post chapters, to make shorter Author's notes, etc) leave em in your
reviews. Again, PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I Shall Have a Second Chance: Chapter 5
I awoke, the pain throbbing in my skull, and sat up. There was a voice
from the back of the room and I turned to see the ebony haired boy again.
"You're awake."
The boy was perched upon the stool, looking totally displaced in the cheery,
yellow room. He was in a different outfit than he had been before: A dark black
fighting gi tied with a navy sash. A strap across his chest secured a sword
to his back. I eyed it suspiciously, which he must've noticed immeadiatly.
"You think I'd harm someone I don't even know? Silly girl. You're the one that
we should be worried about, rather than vice versa." he said mockingly.
I felt my anger rising in my chest and it took all my willpower not to jump
up from the cot and pummel him for direspecting me so. That, of course,
would not have been very wise, because I was injured and might have given
him a reason to use the sword.
The two of us were silent for a moment, glaring at each other from across the
room.
"You're an idiot," he said. "I'm not intimidated by little girls like you."
This was too much. The handsome boy had seemed quiet and softspoken from afar,
but...
I rose out of bed and my black aurora flared a bit. I hovered, then tried to set
myself down on the tiled floor. A blast of pain shot through my legs. I yelled in
pain and collapsed.
The boy jumped off the stool. His face seemed suprised, but he stood over me arro-
gantly. "I suppose I should be sorry," he told me. "I was suspicious, but now I
know my assumptions were false." He stiffly picked me up in his muscled arms and
depoisited (for I could not think of that movement in any other way) me on the cot.
"I hate you," I spat, meaning every word of it. I turned around in my bed to face
the wall.
I could feel his ki rise as he spoke. "Well I hate you more, you little..."
There was a loud "thump" and a yell before he could finish. I whirled about,
wincing from the pain in my head, and observed what had happened.
Trunks had intervened and soundly punched his son in the gut. "Brat!" He
shouted. "If your mother was alive to see you now, she could kill you
herself! She opened this hospital as a sanctuary for the injured, but you defile
it. I'm ashamed of you." In one swift movement, the man took the sword, unsheathed
it, and pointed it at the boy's throat. "Now get and no supper for a week."
The boy scampered out from under the sword point and ran out of the room. Trunks
turned to me and apologized.
"I'm sorry about Gohan, his mother died today five years ago."
"Gohan?" I mumbled. "Thats my father's name. At least it was..." Tears welled up in
my eyes. A comforting hand rubbed my back.
"I'm sorry your father died. Mine did too. Its hard." He left, leaving me to my
thoughts.
"But did you kill him?" I whispered. "Did you?"
____________________________________________________________________________________________
Disclaimer: Dont own DBZ ^_^
Please review!