Lord knows
Dreams are hard to follow
But don't let anyone
Tear them away, hey yeah
Hold on
There will be tomorrow
In time
You'll find the way....
Trunks felt something cool and wet being applied to various places on his body. He opened his eyes to see the girl from earlier bent over one of his arms, carefully cleaning a long burn. One delicate brow was furrowed slightly as she chewed her lower lip in concentration.
'She's pretty,' he thought in admiration, blushing slightly. "Hey, Trunks, feeling better?" Trunks lazily turned his focus to his mentor. "Gomen nasai, Gohan-san. I wasn't much help," The girl snorted but said nothing. Gohan smiled.
"Trunks, this is Taira. And I'd advise you not to move," Trunks' eyes tracked downward again, where he could see Taira had moved down to a gash he remembered getting but could not feel. "She cut off the blood flow temporarily," Gohan explained, watching the girl work.
"Hai," she said, speaking for the first time since Trunks had opened his eyes. "When I'm done with you, stay where you are. No walking until I work on your leg again, okay?"
"Um, okay," he replied obediently. Her tone of voice indicated no arguing, and previous experiences with his okaasan and ChiChi had taught him to always be respectful- for his best interests if nothing else. The last thing he needed was for that girl to get mad at him, while he couldn't defend himself and she knew how to deal with injuries.
Finally she backed away and turned, wringing out bloody rags that Trunks flinched upon seeing. After a few moments, she turned to Gohan. "Your turn," she stated simply, dark eyes taking practised calculation of the young man's wounds. He smiled wryly, sitting back against a stone wall.
Trunks sat up and moved closer to his sensei, watching curiously as Taira quickly and expertly cleaned Gohan's wounds. The older demi- Saiya-jin clenched his teeth tightly at some points, relaxing at others. "You're a miracle worker," he grinned when she was done.
"I wish," she muttered, blushing furiously- and giving a beautiful tint to her lightly tanned complexion- as she again cleaned out the rags and began cleaning her own less severe wounds without all of the same gentleness she had used on the Saiya-jins.
"Do you guys live near here?" she asked conversationally. "Trunks does," Gohan responded. "I live out near Mt. Paozu," "You're kidding," Taira said, looking up from her work. "Iie," "That's miles from here!" Gohan shrugged. "I fly," he said simply. "Are you one of the rebel fighters or something?" she asked Trunks curiously. "Sort of," he replied, blushing. Taira cleaned the rags out one last time and stretched slowly, eyeing him curiously. "Have we met before?" she asked. "Um, I don't think so," he replied politely, knowing he would definitely remember meeting her.
Suddenly she blinked. "Is your last name, by any, chance, Briefs?" He nodded and her eyes lit up. "No wonder! You have your okaasan's eyes, and that particular hair isn't exactly common..." she giggled slightly. "Sorry if I seem rude,"
"Taira-san?" Gohan began.
"Hai?"
"Do you- what's your last name?" he asked.
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Taira blinked. 'Remember what your oniisan said,' she thought frantically. "I was never told," she replied. "You?"
"Son," Taria's eyes widened. "Your name is Son Gohan?" This was too good to be true. Both of her siblings had once said that if she was ever without family, the Sons were family friends to both parents. "Are you related to Gokou?" she asked excitedly.
"He was my otousan," Gohan replied softly, averting his gaze. 'Past tense, you idiot!' Taira's mind hissed. "I- I'm sorry," she stammered. "It's okay," Gohan replied, although it clearly was not. Taira turned her attention to Trunks instead, removing the makeshift bandages. Her jaw dropped.
"That's impossible!" she whispered. The gash that would have caused enough blood loss to kill anyone was already healing- slowly, but visibly. "We recover quickly," Trunks said nervously. "No kidding," she breathed. Taira shook her head to clear it and replaced the bandages with clean ones, then placed her hands on either side of the wound.
"What are you going to do?" Trunks asked anxiously. "Bring the feeling and blood flow back so you can walk. I'll tell you this: it's going to hurt like hell," "As if it didn't earlier?" he muttered. She began the hard, deep movements of massaging the teen's leg, breathing more easily as the tendons and veins slowly responded. That was a very good, very comforting sign.
Five minutes later he stood up, gingerly placing weight on his injured leg. "Wow," he said, shocked. She smiled and blushed. "You need to go easy on it, though, okay? I may have helped the healing process somewhat, but it's not perfect,"
"Okay," he replied distractedly, still focused on his leg. "Taira-san, may I ask you something?" Gohan asked. Taira turned her attention to him, nodding carefully. "How do you know of my otousan?" She paused. 'I can't expect him to take care of me,'
"My oniisan and ototochan told me our parents knew him," she said slowly, trying not to give away too much information. "Who were your parents?" "I- I don't know," she replied shamefully.
Dreams are hard to follow
But don't let anyone
Tear them away, hey yeah
Hold on
There will be tomorrow
In time
You'll find the way....
Trunks felt something cool and wet being applied to various places on his body. He opened his eyes to see the girl from earlier bent over one of his arms, carefully cleaning a long burn. One delicate brow was furrowed slightly as she chewed her lower lip in concentration.
'She's pretty,' he thought in admiration, blushing slightly. "Hey, Trunks, feeling better?" Trunks lazily turned his focus to his mentor. "Gomen nasai, Gohan-san. I wasn't much help," The girl snorted but said nothing. Gohan smiled.
"Trunks, this is Taira. And I'd advise you not to move," Trunks' eyes tracked downward again, where he could see Taira had moved down to a gash he remembered getting but could not feel. "She cut off the blood flow temporarily," Gohan explained, watching the girl work.
"Hai," she said, speaking for the first time since Trunks had opened his eyes. "When I'm done with you, stay where you are. No walking until I work on your leg again, okay?"
"Um, okay," he replied obediently. Her tone of voice indicated no arguing, and previous experiences with his okaasan and ChiChi had taught him to always be respectful- for his best interests if nothing else. The last thing he needed was for that girl to get mad at him, while he couldn't defend himself and she knew how to deal with injuries.
Finally she backed away and turned, wringing out bloody rags that Trunks flinched upon seeing. After a few moments, she turned to Gohan. "Your turn," she stated simply, dark eyes taking practised calculation of the young man's wounds. He smiled wryly, sitting back against a stone wall.
Trunks sat up and moved closer to his sensei, watching curiously as Taira quickly and expertly cleaned Gohan's wounds. The older demi- Saiya-jin clenched his teeth tightly at some points, relaxing at others. "You're a miracle worker," he grinned when she was done.
"I wish," she muttered, blushing furiously- and giving a beautiful tint to her lightly tanned complexion- as she again cleaned out the rags and began cleaning her own less severe wounds without all of the same gentleness she had used on the Saiya-jins.
"Do you guys live near here?" she asked conversationally. "Trunks does," Gohan responded. "I live out near Mt. Paozu," "You're kidding," Taira said, looking up from her work. "Iie," "That's miles from here!" Gohan shrugged. "I fly," he said simply. "Are you one of the rebel fighters or something?" she asked Trunks curiously. "Sort of," he replied, blushing. Taira cleaned the rags out one last time and stretched slowly, eyeing him curiously. "Have we met before?" she asked. "Um, I don't think so," he replied politely, knowing he would definitely remember meeting her.
Suddenly she blinked. "Is your last name, by any, chance, Briefs?" He nodded and her eyes lit up. "No wonder! You have your okaasan's eyes, and that particular hair isn't exactly common..." she giggled slightly. "Sorry if I seem rude,"
"Taira-san?" Gohan began.
"Hai?"
"Do you- what's your last name?" he asked.
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Taira blinked. 'Remember what your oniisan said,' she thought frantically. "I was never told," she replied. "You?"
"Son," Taria's eyes widened. "Your name is Son Gohan?" This was too good to be true. Both of her siblings had once said that if she was ever without family, the Sons were family friends to both parents. "Are you related to Gokou?" she asked excitedly.
"He was my otousan," Gohan replied softly, averting his gaze. 'Past tense, you idiot!' Taira's mind hissed. "I- I'm sorry," she stammered. "It's okay," Gohan replied, although it clearly was not. Taira turned her attention to Trunks instead, removing the makeshift bandages. Her jaw dropped.
"That's impossible!" she whispered. The gash that would have caused enough blood loss to kill anyone was already healing- slowly, but visibly. "We recover quickly," Trunks said nervously. "No kidding," she breathed. Taira shook her head to clear it and replaced the bandages with clean ones, then placed her hands on either side of the wound.
"What are you going to do?" Trunks asked anxiously. "Bring the feeling and blood flow back so you can walk. I'll tell you this: it's going to hurt like hell," "As if it didn't earlier?" he muttered. She began the hard, deep movements of massaging the teen's leg, breathing more easily as the tendons and veins slowly responded. That was a very good, very comforting sign.
Five minutes later he stood up, gingerly placing weight on his injured leg. "Wow," he said, shocked. She smiled and blushed. "You need to go easy on it, though, okay? I may have helped the healing process somewhat, but it's not perfect,"
"Okay," he replied distractedly, still focused on his leg. "Taira-san, may I ask you something?" Gohan asked. Taira turned her attention to him, nodding carefully. "How do you know of my otousan?" She paused. 'I can't expect him to take care of me,'
"My oniisan and ototochan told me our parents knew him," she said slowly, trying not to give away too much information. "Who were your parents?" "I- I don't know," she replied shamefully.