Hotaru no Tsubasa II
By: fluorite
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*Previously*
"Good
afternoon. Thank you for the offer, Son Gohan, but Hotaru and I really must be
going, we have some rather urgent business to take care of. I hope you'll
understand. As for the defeat of the monster, think nothing of it." Meiou
replied politely. She put her hand on Hotaru's shoulder and marched her off.
*Chapter
2: No Hotel's for the Senshi; Surprise Gohan!*
"Lady
Meiou, are you sure we're out of energy?" Hotaru asked, her black hair
resting gently around her face. "Ugh," she groaned in disgust.
"However long it takes, I need a haircut."
Meiou
nodded, she was looking up at the sky, a different thought on her mind
entirely. "Hmm? What? I was just, just looking at the sky." She
paled. "Gods! The moon! Where is the moon?!"
Hotaru
didn't look surprised in the least. "Asteroids, or maybe their never was a
moon." Hotaru looked up at the sky again. "It's going to rain, we
better find a city with a hotel."
"Firefly,
I'm sick of hotel's let's just ask some person if we can have their guest room.
Just until we get enough energy, then it's all hotel's."
Hotaru
didn't want to impose anything. "But..."
Meiou
had a wicked look in her eyes. "Oh? Doth my ears deceive me? Don't but me,
brat, it's your fault we're here. I should get to choose." She grinned.
"Alright.
We'd better go then." While they trudged through the forest, Hotaru
plucked a leaf from a branch and wiped her eyes. It was her fault they
were here after all.
Meiou's
heart tightened at the girl's tears, but she ignored it and kept walking.
*~*~*
"There,"
she pointed. "There's a town just over that ridge."
The
girl and her sensei walked along the streets. It was late, past midnight; the
lights were off in all of the windows but one. It was a gigantic house, tiny
globe lamps suspended from poles all around the property. "Meiou, are you
sure? I don't want to be a bother."
"Oh
come off it, Hotaru. I'm sure we'll be fine. Just like you to do this. You
remember that Hikari Hotel in the last place? Turns out all that 'light'
attracted bugs. The fools didn't even build the window properly, I itched for
ages." The former guardian of time read the sign at the main gate.
"Capsule Corporation, huh?" She pressed the button for the speaker.
"Hello?"
The transmission was a bit fuzzy due to the drops of rain falling on their
heads.
"We're
very sorry if we disturbed anything. We're traveler's and the rain just came
out of nowhere, and it doesn't look like there's a hotel anywhere. We were
wondering if we could--" but the voice cut her off.
"Sure,
one sec, I'll open the door-- VEGETA!"
"Baka
onna! Always being sympathetic, who is it now? The girl scouts?"
There was a loud crash, Hotaru cringed, but Meiou kept her stony stature.
"Veggie-head!
Move it!"
The
gate swung open, and the two slipped in, their eyebrows almost hitting their
hairlines. "Interesting house you chose, sensei."
"Let's
hope we live through it."
*~*~*
Bulma
ran to the front of the house and opened the main door. Two girls, completely
saturated, their wet clothes and hair clinging to their skin scrambled inside.
The girl, no woman on the left had dark green hair and intense garnet eyes. The
girl on the left, the actual girl. She had black hair to her shoulders and
deep, darkened violet eyes. She stared at Bulma, the woman, despite being on of
the most intelligent women in the world, the most beautiful, she couldn't help
but quiver at her gaze.
It
was one that reeked with helplessness, sadness, depression and everything else
Bulma dreaded. But with that came a form of self-help, a spark of happiness and
a glimmer of hope.
Bulma
noticed the awkward silence. "Oh. I'm sorry, please, take those wet
jacket's off."
"Thank
you. My name is Michiru, Kaiou Michiru. And this is my niece and student,
Hotaru." The woman on the left explained, she sounded very secure, the
other seemed a bit tightened about being here.
"I'm
Bulma Brief's. Welcome to my home. I'll show you your room. Unless you're
hungry. Feel free to anything by the way." Bulma led them upstairs and to
a hallway. "Choose any room you'd like. Above the bed is a black button.
That calls a maid. The bathrooms are down the hall. If you don't mind, I really
better get back to work."
"Of
course, Ms. Brief's. Thank you for your hospitality." Meiou nudged Hotaru.
"Thank
you ever so much. I don't mean to be a bother, but what is your profession?"
Bulma
stared at her. "Oh! My family runs Capsule Corporation we design all sorts
of vehicle's for the Hoi Poi Capsule's everyone uses."
Hotaru
smiled.
*~*~*
Gohan
whirled around; a hazy projection of weapon touched his nose. He sat up in bed.
He was having those same images of the girl repeat in his head over and over.
The savagery of her eyes, and that cruel looking weapon made his stomach twist.
The thought that the thing that fueled that demon was a young, innocent girl.
It truly was frightening.
He
knew he was supposed to be sympathizing the death of his father, but deep down
Gohan really understood everything. His father chose not to come back because
he knew it wouldn't be good for the world. Son Goku, the man who had saved
earth countless times in incredible adventures; Gohan understood. To Goku death
was the next adventure, and he could come back anytime.
That
was how the night went. He had explained the fight to his mother, leaving out
the stranger's, and then they went to bed after some drinks and hugs all
around. He then he went to bed, his father and the 'Saturn' or Hotaru
alternated for attention in his mind. The ending result being a sufficient lack
of rest.
*~*~*
By
the look of his mother the next morning, she hadn't slept either. "Mother,
I would really like to see the Brief's. Trunks is leaving today."
ChiChi
stared at him, then smiled. "Of course, I know these event's have been
hard on you. Take your grandpa with you."
"Kay."
*~*~*
"Oh
hi girls, sleep well?" Bulma asked when they came downstairs. Bulma's eyes
were puffy and red.
Hotaru
felt a surge of sympathy. "Oh Mrs. Brief's, has something happened?"
"Hotaru,
don't pry into her business." Meiou warned.
"Don't
worry about it Ms. Kaiou."
Lady
Meiou smiled at Bulma, but fixed a stare on Hotaru. "Sorry, aunt
Kaiou!" she chimed with a grin. These secret identities were fun to
pressure her instructor with.
"Miss
Bulma, there's someone at the door that says he knows you." A maid said.
"Is
it one of the Son's?"
"Yes,
Miss Bulma."
"Please
bring him 'round back, we're going to have a going away party for Mirai. Oh and
Angelica, get some food set up and ask Jennifer to make a quick cake."
Bulma turned to her guests. "You're quite welcome to stay for the party,
the Son's are very nice people."
Meiou
didn't like it any better than Hotaru to do this part of the mission to get
back home. But there were usually large amounts of people at parties, and that
made it a good candidate for energy. "If it's alright."
"Okay.
Just follow the hall down, and if you run into a guy that's really short with a
Vegetable head, just ignore him." She paused. "He has an attitude
problem sometimes."
Hotaru
couldn't help but giggle. "Okay Miss Briefs."
"I
better go get Mirai. See ya."
Hotaru
and Lady Meiou walked to the rear gardens. Outside was a table with a bunch of
streamer's and balloon's fastened to it. There were lots of guys drinking cans
of pop, Hotaru noticed a blue haired woman handing out baked goodies. She
looked a lot like Bulma.
"Oh
hi," her New York accent frightened them both. It was far to high pitched.
"Want some muffins or something?"
"Umm,
not thank you."
"Okay,
if you're sure." Meiou wondered how she could keep her smile like that.
*~*~*
"Hello
Master Son, please come inside. Miss Bulma was expecting you, but she's
momentarily occupied with something else. If you'll follow me to the back
gardens."
"Of
course. C'mon Grandpa."
Gohan
stepped outside and spotted his friend Kururin. "Hey Kururin!" There
was Tienshinhan, Yamcha, Mirai, Mr. and Mrs. Brief's, Muten Roshi, Piccolo (who
didn't look too thrilled) Vegeta (who didn't seem happy either) and baby
Trunks.
"Yo
Gohan. You okay about your Dad and all?"
He
stared at the ground for a moment. "Yeah, I guess. I still miss him. But I
know he wants me to be strong and take care of Mom and Grandpa."
"Hey
don't be sad, Gohan. Grab some pop, it's a party, Mirai will be here
soon." Kururin shoved a Mountain Dew into his hands.
"K."
Gohan sat down on a chair and looked around the gardens, he gasped as he saw
and image of his winking father in the clouds.
"Take
care, Gohan, my son."
"I
will Daddy," he said absentmindedly.
"Gohan?
You're losing it, bro!" Kururin said in shock, staring around for Goku.
"Forget
it, man." That's when he saw her. She was nestled in between the wall of
the house and a woman with long, dark green hair. Her eyes were as cold as rock
as she listened to what the woman had to say. Her gaze swiveled to his and they
locked. Ebony met violet in an eerie clash. Gohan saw something project. It was
of a man stealing that blurry weapon and hitting her with the blunt end of it.
But it wasn't fuzzy at all, it was crystal clear. He watched her eyes roll back
as she collapsed, only to find he was lost inside her deep eyes.
"Now,
Hotaru, steal their energy."
"SATURN
PLANET POWER! MAKEUP!"
NYAH! Cliffhanger,
aren't I evil? What's going to happen? Will Hotaru-sama steal everyone's energy
or will Gohan and the Z fighter's find a way to stop her?
star_siren: My apologies, I have forgotten
the hug. ^^;; *hugz*
