Shellshocked
*****
And They All Come Tumbling Down…
Buruma hummed to herself, checking the teakettle absently.
Her son and Ami had left an hour before, declaring their intentions to spend some quality time together talking.
The woman wasn't in her fifties for nothing - she knew attraction when she saw it, and she saw it.
Giggling like a schoolgirl, she heard a knock at the door leading to the kitchen and she called out, "Come in!"
The door swung open and Ami walked in.
Buruma stared, mouth ajar. "Good Lord, Ami, what the hell are you wearing?" she finally cried.
Ami ignored her words, walking closer and closer, a steady confidence in her step.
"Ami…"
"I'm not Ami," the woman said calmly, and then she swept her arm through Buruma's neck.
(*)
"Oh, look, it's frog!"
Ami squinted and shook her head. "No," she objected, "it's a dog."
"Frog."
"Dog."
"Frog."
"Dog."
They looked at each other and simultaneously broke into giggles.
Lavender hair fanning around his tanned face, Trunks folded his arms behind his head, hands against his neck, elbows in the air.
"Mirai-kun," Ami whispered softly, "do you mind if I call you that?"
He rolled over onto his stomach, the cool green grass swaying along the hilltop. Blue eyes staring at her intensely, he asked, "Why?"
She shrugged, averting her gaze, cheeks slightly pink. "I was thinking that, with two Trunks', we'd have to call you Mirai so as to not confuse you."
"Ami-chan," he said, delicately, "are you saying you'll be leaving? I can't leave…this is my home."
Ami was blushing strongly, now. "I shan't leave," she finally replied slowly, "if you don't want me to."
"I don't," he affirmed, flipping onto his feet. "Let's get home before okaasan flips, okay?" Trunks offered her his leathered hand and she smiled softly, taking it with her softer one. In an instant, he twisted her up into his arms, her face close to his, her blue eyes large and surprised. "I thought we'd fly first-class," he grinned and he streaked into the sky, her delighted squeals echoing joyfully in his sensitive ears.
The ride ended too soon, however, and they landed gently on the ground before the Capsule Corp. building's front door, hair messy from the wind currents higher up.
"Okaasan?" Trunks called, stepping into the dome shaped building. Almost immediately, he smelled the scent of burnt cooking and blood. It was if he'd been punched in the gut, and hard.
"Is something the matter?" Ami asked, and then she flinched visibly, hands flying up to her head. "There's a magic pattern," she gasped, "exactly like mine in the kitchen."
They glanced at each other and shot to the open kitchen door.
On the floor lay Buruma's body, head torn off and blood pooling over the length and width of the tile floor.
Sitting on the edge of the counter, one leg crossed up over the other's thigh, one arm wrapped around her waist, a duplicate of Ami casually tossed Buruma's unseeing head up and down, up and down, up and down.
"Who the hell are you?!" Trunks snarled, and he exploded into Super Saiya-jin, limbs quivering helplessly at the sight of his dead mother.
The woman cast an unfeeling glance at the dead body and glanced back at the fleshy head she had caught with one gloved hand. "Oh, is this hers?" she asked flippantly before squeezing it with her hand, crushing the skull effortlessly. "So very sorry."
"Why do you look like me?" Ami asked warily, feeling for her henshin stick.
The woman scowled. "Because I am Dark Sailor Mercurius," she mock-curtsied, "formed of the evil in your soul and born to destroy the bloodline of Trunks. I'd really love to stay and kill you two, but I've got a pressing engagement in another time. Ta-ta for now!" She winked out of sight.
"DAMN!" A ki blow erupted from Trunks and the entire south side of the Capsule Corp. building was leveled into the ground. He ground his teeth and powered down from Super Saiya-jin, kneeling beside his dead mother. "Okaasan…"
Ami knit her eyebrows together. With their luck, this Dark Sailor Mercurius was guarding the three souls.
But nothing could keep her mind off the late Buruma and she joined Trunks in weeping prayer.
(*)
"Ugly little brat," Mercurius muttered to herself, staring into the crib the infant was sleeping in, the thick moonlight filling the nursery room. "Hard to imagine you're that Super Saiya-jin bastard. Oh, wait…you _are_ a bastard."
Frowning, she reached her blood-streaked black gloves down, lifting the warm infant up into her arms.
He yawned and stirred, crystal blue eyes opening slowly to stare into her face with great curiosity.
Suddenly, it didn't seem so important that she kill him.
It bewildered her and her mind quickly came up with an excuse.
"Hell Gero will want to study you," she told the infant, who smiled up at her and nuzzled his face into her shoulder, her hand tucked under his bottom. She hesitated for a moment, torn between her programming and herself. "Come."
Five minutes alter, Buruma opened the nursery door, yawning. It was time for Trunks' late-night feeding and-
Alarmed, she rushed to the crib, finding the blankets moved and her baby gone.
Well, I'm ending it there because I'm still in a stupor from writing so much last night and today. I feel so burned out…
I need a rest. Very badly. PLEASE understand!
Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
[PS~ I'm not ashamed to grovel for reviews. See? I'M GROVELING!]
DISCLAIMER:
The Sailor Senshi are © to Takeuchi Naoko-san, Kodansha, DiC, Cloverway, Toei Animation, Mixx Entertainment, etc.
The Dragonball characters are © to Toriyama Akira-san, Shogakun (?), FUNimation, Toei Animation, Viz Entertainment, etc.
"Shellshocked" in its entirety, all situations and plot devices thus far, is © to myself, referred to on-line as PallaPlease or Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
*****
And They All Come Tumbling Down…
Buruma hummed to herself, checking the teakettle absently.
Her son and Ami had left an hour before, declaring their intentions to spend some quality time together talking.
The woman wasn't in her fifties for nothing - she knew attraction when she saw it, and she saw it.
Giggling like a schoolgirl, she heard a knock at the door leading to the kitchen and she called out, "Come in!"
The door swung open and Ami walked in.
Buruma stared, mouth ajar. "Good Lord, Ami, what the hell are you wearing?" she finally cried.
Ami ignored her words, walking closer and closer, a steady confidence in her step.
"Ami…"
"I'm not Ami," the woman said calmly, and then she swept her arm through Buruma's neck.
(*)
"Oh, look, it's frog!"
Ami squinted and shook her head. "No," she objected, "it's a dog."
"Frog."
"Dog."
"Frog."
"Dog."
They looked at each other and simultaneously broke into giggles.
Lavender hair fanning around his tanned face, Trunks folded his arms behind his head, hands against his neck, elbows in the air.
"Mirai-kun," Ami whispered softly, "do you mind if I call you that?"
He rolled over onto his stomach, the cool green grass swaying along the hilltop. Blue eyes staring at her intensely, he asked, "Why?"
She shrugged, averting her gaze, cheeks slightly pink. "I was thinking that, with two Trunks', we'd have to call you Mirai so as to not confuse you."
"Ami-chan," he said, delicately, "are you saying you'll be leaving? I can't leave…this is my home."
Ami was blushing strongly, now. "I shan't leave," she finally replied slowly, "if you don't want me to."
"I don't," he affirmed, flipping onto his feet. "Let's get home before okaasan flips, okay?" Trunks offered her his leathered hand and she smiled softly, taking it with her softer one. In an instant, he twisted her up into his arms, her face close to his, her blue eyes large and surprised. "I thought we'd fly first-class," he grinned and he streaked into the sky, her delighted squeals echoing joyfully in his sensitive ears.
The ride ended too soon, however, and they landed gently on the ground before the Capsule Corp. building's front door, hair messy from the wind currents higher up.
"Okaasan?" Trunks called, stepping into the dome shaped building. Almost immediately, he smelled the scent of burnt cooking and blood. It was if he'd been punched in the gut, and hard.
"Is something the matter?" Ami asked, and then she flinched visibly, hands flying up to her head. "There's a magic pattern," she gasped, "exactly like mine in the kitchen."
They glanced at each other and shot to the open kitchen door.
On the floor lay Buruma's body, head torn off and blood pooling over the length and width of the tile floor.
Sitting on the edge of the counter, one leg crossed up over the other's thigh, one arm wrapped around her waist, a duplicate of Ami casually tossed Buruma's unseeing head up and down, up and down, up and down.
"Who the hell are you?!" Trunks snarled, and he exploded into Super Saiya-jin, limbs quivering helplessly at the sight of his dead mother.
The woman cast an unfeeling glance at the dead body and glanced back at the fleshy head she had caught with one gloved hand. "Oh, is this hers?" she asked flippantly before squeezing it with her hand, crushing the skull effortlessly. "So very sorry."
"Why do you look like me?" Ami asked warily, feeling for her henshin stick.
The woman scowled. "Because I am Dark Sailor Mercurius," she mock-curtsied, "formed of the evil in your soul and born to destroy the bloodline of Trunks. I'd really love to stay and kill you two, but I've got a pressing engagement in another time. Ta-ta for now!" She winked out of sight.
"DAMN!" A ki blow erupted from Trunks and the entire south side of the Capsule Corp. building was leveled into the ground. He ground his teeth and powered down from Super Saiya-jin, kneeling beside his dead mother. "Okaasan…"
Ami knit her eyebrows together. With their luck, this Dark Sailor Mercurius was guarding the three souls.
But nothing could keep her mind off the late Buruma and she joined Trunks in weeping prayer.
(*)
"Ugly little brat," Mercurius muttered to herself, staring into the crib the infant was sleeping in, the thick moonlight filling the nursery room. "Hard to imagine you're that Super Saiya-jin bastard. Oh, wait…you _are_ a bastard."
Frowning, she reached her blood-streaked black gloves down, lifting the warm infant up into her arms.
He yawned and stirred, crystal blue eyes opening slowly to stare into her face with great curiosity.
Suddenly, it didn't seem so important that she kill him.
It bewildered her and her mind quickly came up with an excuse.
"Hell Gero will want to study you," she told the infant, who smiled up at her and nuzzled his face into her shoulder, her hand tucked under his bottom. She hesitated for a moment, torn between her programming and herself. "Come."
Five minutes alter, Buruma opened the nursery door, yawning. It was time for Trunks' late-night feeding and-
Alarmed, she rushed to the crib, finding the blankets moved and her baby gone.
Well, I'm ending it there because I'm still in a stupor from writing so much last night and today. I feel so burned out…
I need a rest. Very badly. PLEASE understand!
Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
[PS~ I'm not ashamed to grovel for reviews. See? I'M GROVELING!]
DISCLAIMER:
The Sailor Senshi are © to Takeuchi Naoko-san, Kodansha, DiC, Cloverway, Toei Animation, Mixx Entertainment, etc.
The Dragonball characters are © to Toriyama Akira-san, Shogakun (?), FUNimation, Toei Animation, Viz Entertainment, etc.
"Shellshocked" in its entirety, all situations and plot devices thus far, is © to myself, referred to on-line as PallaPlease or Purple Mongoose/PallaPlease.
