Yosei--Chapter Six
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Gallifrey almost screamed himself.
Acting completely out of
instinct, the Elven swooped forward and
caught the fainting female in his
arms.
The tall male stared at the smaller
female in his embrace, eyes
wide. "What do I do, now?" He
cleared his throat, and shook his cargo
slightly. "Excuse me." There
was no response. He shook a little harder.
"Excuse me." Still no response.
He pinched her nose, hoping that the
loss of air would startle her out of her
faint. No such luck. Just as he
was about to scream bloody murder into her
ear, Bulma stirred, letting
out a small moan.
Bulma slowly opened her eyes, blinking
to clear away the
fuzziness. "What happened? I
feel so..." As her eyes became adjusted
to the light level, she blinked hard.
Two bright green orbs stared into
her own blue ones. She scrambled out
of the grasp she was held,
crawling crab-like away from the unknown
man. "Who in the hell are you
and what are you doing in my lab?"
My lab? This must be Bura's
mother! She looks exactly like her...
"I'm sorry, Bulma-san," Gallifrey
blushed slightly. "I startled you, and
you, well, fainted." He rubbed the
back of his neck self-consciously. "I
didn't mean any harm, really." He
offered her his hand to help her up.
Bulma gave the unfamiliar man's hand
an uneasy glance before
accepting it. "Thank you. I
guess that's okay." She patted herself
down, finding reassurance in the familiar.
"But you didn't answer my
question. Who are you?" The
purple-haired genius' eyes flashed,
showing her ire for the unexplained.
"And what are you doing in my
underground, secured lab? I don't
remember hiring you, and I usually
don't forget a face."
"Well, you see, I..." Gallifrey
trailed off. How was he going to
explain himself? Don't mind me,
for you see, I'm an Elven, and I'm
looking for my brothers and sisters.
Have you seen them? A sweatdrop
ran down his temple. And who knows
how much Bura has told them
already... "Well, to start
off, I can tell you my name."
"All right. So what is it?"
She crossed her arms, a scowl forming
on her features.
Another sweatdrop ran down his face.
He gave her a charming
smile and bowed slightly. "My name,
is Gallifrey." He stood quickly to
gauge her reaction.
"You aren't Japanese, are you, Gallifrey-san?"
Bulma gave him a
quick glance up and down. He was a
handsome young man, if you went for
the boyish good looks type. She preferred
the sexy
I'm-evil-incarnate--and-you-love-it type.
Although, the slur in his
speech was rather alluring.
"No--no, I'm not." The fae stared
at the female. She didn't
seem to recognize his name. I wonder
how far I can take this... "No, I
transferred from Scotland last week.
I just got on shift about an hour
ago. I had an emergency at home and
couldn't make it in before. The
head of genetics...um...Dr..." he
trailed off, acting like he was trying to
think of a name.
"You mean Tashi-san?"
"Yes, that's it. Dr. Tashi sent
me to look for you. He wanted to
see if you needed anything or any help with
your own research on the
pods." He nodded to the open pod on
the table.
"Oh, I don't think so." She turned
back to the pod. "I was just
checking the molecular structure of the
goo under the microscope. So
far, I don't think it's embryonic fluid.
There are no real nutrients or
hormones in the stuff. I think it
was some sort of lubricant, or gel, that
protected what was inside from outside elements.
I was just about to go
get some more slides, though, when you interrupted
me."
"Sorry about that, again." Gallifrey
blushed once more. "I didn't
realize you hadn't heard me come in."
He hesitated slightly before
continuing. "Have you figured out
what came out of the pod?"
She shrugged. "Somewhat.
We know it's a humanoid figure,
around six feet in height. An well-endowed
male, by the silhouette. The
security cameras picked up the...hatching
you could call it, about one this
morning." Bulma frowned. Something
was striking her odd, but what was
it?
The fae blushed a deep red. "I
guess that's a start then. If you
don't need me, then I'll go back to the
main labs."
Bulma nodded. "That's fine.
Tell Tashi-san I'm having fun
digging around in the goo. Have the
others hatched yet?"
"Others?" He blinked a few times,
rapidly. How many more are
they holding? I saw the one...
"Not that I know. Things were rather
calm when I was sent to find you."
"All right. Arigatou, um..."
"Gallifrey, Bulma-san."
She nodded. "Right. Gallifrey-san."
All of a sudden, Bulma's eyes
went wide. "Gal--Gallifrey-san!"
She covered her mouth, letting out a
choked scream.
"YOSEI!"
He groaned inwardly. So Bura
did say something... "Now,
Bulma-san, please, don't panic..."
She started to back away from him slowly,
eyes darting around,
looking for something or someone to help
her. "Panic? Why in the hell
would I panic? Do I need a reason
to panic?"
"No no no!" He shook his head
wildly, waving his hands back and
forth. "I won't hurt you at all!
I don't want to cause any alarm."
If they could, her eyes could have
gotten wider. She increased
her backing up. "Nani? Why would
you want to? What did I do to you?"
She turned sharply when she ran into the
table with the opened pod.
Some goo sloshed onto her hand. "What
do you intend on doing to me?"
Gallifrey blinked in confusion.
What did Bura say to them?
"Nothing, really! I just want to..."
He was interrupted by Bulma's
scream:
"TRUNKS!! GOTEN!! HELP!!!"
Gallifrey scrunched his eyes up and
covered his ears with his
hands. "Oh, Goddess! What a
set of lungs!" He stepped closer to her,
hoping to talk some sense into her.
"Bulma-san, I'm not going to..."
"VVVVVEEEEEEEEJIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!"
"Will you stop that!" He roared as loud as she did.
Bulma immediately stopped screaming,
a small whimper only
escaping as she was overpowered by the fae's
loud tone. "What do you
want from me? I can give you money,
or technology..."
Gallifrey sighed and ran a hand through
his dark-brown locks.
She looked like a petrified mouse hiding
from a hungry cat. "Look,
Bulma-san, I don't want anything.
Actually, the only thing I want is to
know..." He would have continued,
but the force from two
brightly-glowing Super Saiya-jiin exploding
into the room knocked him
into the cowering Bulma, his large body
landing and covering up her small
frame.
"Kaasan!" Trunks looked wildly
around, searching for signs of
distress. Only something big would
make his mother call out in such a
frantic manner. He finally spotted
her, her arms and legs squirming
under an unidentified male. "Hey,
you! Get your hands off my mother!"
He leapt forward, and with a hard yank,
threw the male across the room.
He landed face-first against the wall, the
thud he made sounding solid to
their ears.
Gallifrey groaned once again.
He was taken by surprise when
Trunks threw him, or he would have landed
halfway decent. "Ugh..." He
stood up, and turned around, only to see
a pair of aquamarine pupil-less
eyes boring into his. The heat of
the aura Trunks gave off was
uncomfortable to say the least. "Now,
look here..."
Trunks realized who he was staring
at. "You! I knew there was
something fishy about you!" He raised
a glowing palm, charged with ki,
and pointed it at Gallifrey's chest.
"Now, you die."
"Trunks-kun, wait!" Goten spoke
up from next to Bulma, who still
looked a little dazed from the 'attack.'
"Let him explain himself first.
Then you can kill him." He leveled
a serious stare at the brown-haired
male.
Gallifrey's eyes widened in realization.
He wasn't going to get
away from them unscathed if he didn't do
something soon. "I mean no
harm to you, your mother, or anyone else,
Trunks-san, Goten-san." He
took a tiny step away from the dangerously-glowing
hand. "She only
fainted because I startled her."
Both Trunks and Goten turned to Bulma,
who was showing
coherent signs of life. "Are
you all right, Bulma-san?" Goten asked,
helping his best friend's mother, his surrogate
mother, into a standing
position. Trunks turned off his ki
to help his mother up as well.
"I'm fine, Goten-kun. He only
fell on me when you two knocked
him over." Feeling a lot braver with
Trunks and Goten in the lab with
her, she strutted forward, and pushing Trunks
away from Gallifrey,
confronted the fae with a burning stare.
"What do you want, yosei?"
Both young men dropped their jaws in astonishment. "Yosei?"
Trunks turned to his mother. "He's
B-chan's yosei?" He turned a glare
clearly reminiscent of his father, onto
the hapless yosei. "You will stay
away from Bura, or your life is forfeit.
Do. You. Understand." Trunks
left no room for discussion.
Inside, Gallifrey was panicking like
a swarm of hornets were
after him. He's gonna kill me!
I gotta do something... "I completely
understand, but let's not be hasty.
I just want..."
"You want what, yosei?" Everyone
swiveled their gazes to the new
arrival. In the door frame, Vejiita
stood with his back against the wall,
his arms crossed, and a scowl black as night
pasted on his olive face. His
head was bent, and when he looked up, everyone
could read the promised
death in his eyes. Flicking his gaze
to his mate, he asked her, "What has
he done?"
She shook her head. "Nothing
yet, Vejiita. Besides scaring me
half to death, I'm fine."
The Dark Prince nodded once, and leveled
his sight on the
surprised Gallifrey. "Explain yourself,
yosei."
"I've been trying to, but I keep on
getting interrupted." He
smirked a bit, hoping to relieve the thick
as tar tension in the room, but
it didn't work. "Let me start over.
My name is Gallifrey." He bowed
slightly.
"What breed are you, yosei?"
Trunks had been staring at him for
awhile. "You're not a sprite or pixie,
ne? You have no wings. And they're
usually smaller."
"I certainly am not one of those flighty
things." Gallifrey looked
miffed at the suggestion. "But you're
only partially right. I'm Elven."
Vejiita let out a grunt. "Can't
you see them, boy? They're right
there." He nodded to the area behind
Gallifrey's back.
The fae glanced behind him, surprised.
"You can see them?"
Don't I know how to weave a glamour spell
any longer? "Humans can not
see through my glamours. I should
appear as a normal human, that is, if
you can see me at all. I cast an ignoring
spell."
Bulma blinked a few times. "I
don't see anything, Vejiita. He just
appears to be a normal human to me."
"I'm not a pathetic human, yosei.
Your glamours have no effect on
Saiya-jiin." He tossed his head to
the side in disgust at the association
made towards himself.
Goten nodded slowly. "I thought
something wasn't right when we
saw you earlier in the other room.
You have a completely different aura
surrounding yourself." He stepped
forward and walked around Gallifrey,
staring at the male fae with scrutiny.
"I don't see any wings, but there
is a definite distortion surrounding you
and your back."
There's that term again. "What's
Saiyan? Is that a title of some
sort?"
"Saiya-jiin," Vejiita
growled, stressing the three different
syllables, "are the universe's greatest
warriors." He crossed his arms
and scowled blackly. "And we will
be your worst nightmare unless you
don't start explaining yourself, yosei."
It was obvious that Vejiita's
patience was running out.
Gallifrey swallowed. He knew
when to be serious. "Fine. First,
I'll drop my glamour." He closed his
eyes and shook his shoulders a few
times.
Bulma let out a gasp. "Wings! They're...wings!"
"Yes, they are." He flapped them
a few times, creating a light
breeze and effectively showing them off.
He was very proud of his
wings; he got complimented on them many
a day--and they were what
attracted his mate, Mochrie, in the beginning.
Mochrie...are you here, as
well? "I'm rather attached to them."
"Sugoi!" Bulma stepped forward
hesitantly, her hand stretched
forward to investigate, thoughts of new
discoveries lighting her eyes.
She paused though, when they pulled out
of her reach. "They look like
giant butterfly wings. Do they work
the same? If you touch them, they
don't work any longer?"
"No, not like that." The fae
spread them flat, so she could see
the entire spread. He turned slightly.
"Do you want to touch them?"
She gave her mate a slight glance.
"If I can." Vejiita did or said
nothing to acknowledge her unconscious request.
Gallifrey nodded, giving her permission.
"Go ahead. But do be
careful--the membranes are rather delicate."
Bulma gently brushed her
fingers over the velvety surface and the
structure. She was amazed at
the efficient construct. They looked
rather weighty from farther away,
but she could tell that they weren't as
heavy as they thought them to be.
But she also noticed the thick muscles on
his back, which were obviously
gained from use of the wings. "They're
also rather ticklish."
Bulma let out a small giggle at the
squirming fae. "They're
amazing, Gallifrey-san. Are they also
fully functional?"
"Yes, they can support my weight.
They'll grow larger to
accumulate more mass, as well. I'm
glad you like them, Bulma-san." She
smiled at the female and noted the similarity
between her and her
daughter once again. "Although, they
aren't as beautiful as Bura's were."
At the mention of his youngest child,
Vejiita growled deep in his
throat. "Enough dallying, yosei.
What is your business with Bura?" He
stepped forward menacingly.
"I don't know." Gallifrey shook his head.
"You don't know??" Trunks sputtered.
"What in the hell kind of
answer is that?"
The fae sweatdropped, hanging his head
slightly. Can't I say
anything right? "That came
out wrong. Let me rephrase that." He spoke
quickly, darting an anxious gaze at the
three bristling males. "I don't
have any 'business with anyone--especially
Bura. I assume she told you
about her time with me while she was sleeping?"
Bulma nodded her head.
"I meant that I don't know why she was drug
into my subconscious when
I was searching for my kin. She might
have a slight aura of magic--"
Vejiita verbally growled again. "Or
maybe not. But she was, and there is
nothing I can do to change that. I
was equally surprised that a mortal
showed up when I was searching for my lost
kin."
His whole demeanor switched gears.
He turned to Bulma and
glared, his dark green eyes glinting with
something unreadable. "I should
be asking you the same thing, human.
What is your business with me and
my kin? We have done nothing to you--nothing!
Why have you removed
me and my brethren from our resting place?"
Bulma flinched under his stare, backing
up a few paces. "I was
digging in the ground for a special type
of ore, and my crew broke into
the room." Trunks and Goten each took
a step closer to Bulma, their
hackles almost visibly on edge.
"Where are the others?" He pointed
to the open pod on the
table, his finger trembled as he stared
at the evidence. "Or have you
dissected them all, carving my kin into
pieces to satisfy some sick and
psychotic urge you have?"
Bulma glanced over her shoulder quickly,
to see what he was
pointing at. "No! This was the
one you used and came from last night! I
was studying it, to see what it was.
The other three are in separate
rooms."
"You saw one earlier, in the room Goten
and I were watching."
Trunks reminded him, his eyes narrowing
slightly as he watched the male
in front of him react to Bulma's words.
"Three? Only three? There
were thirty of us in the sealed room!
Where are the other twenty-six?" Gallifrey
was getting upset. What
had these humans done to his kin?
"The others..." Bulma let a small
sigh escape. "The others
were...damaged when we found them.
We had brought several damaged
pods back, but when we tried to examine
them, they fell to pieces,
becoming odiferous dust piles." A
look of remorse flashed across her
face; she truly felt sorry for the yosei.
"I'm sorry, Gallifrey-san. If we
could have saved..."
He stumbled back, thoroughly shocked
by the horrendous
information. "Damaged? Dust
pi...piles?" His tan visage paled to a pasty
white as the news sunk in. Oh Goddess...Mochrie...
The purple-haired genius felt her eyes
tear up, as Gallifrey's
sadness and grief nearly choked up the room.
"I'm sorry, Gallifrey-san.
I truly am."
"No! You're lying, mortal!"
He shook his head in denial. "I refuse
to believe such awful tales of murder!
My kin are fine...I just have to
find them." He screwed his eyes shut
and clutched at his temples with
clenched fists.
Trunks and Goten gave each other wary
glances. "What is he
doing?"
Vejiita frowned, staring at the yosei
with intense eyes. He felt a
slight increase in ki. "I don't know."
Bulma moved forward again, and laid
a comforting hand on his
shoulder. "Gallifrey-san, I realize..."
But her hand was tossed away when he
spread apart his arms.
"Get away, human! You understand nothing!
All you do is cause death and
destruction, you and your iron weapons.
This is your fault that I can't
feel them!" He opened his eyes, and
all could see that they were glowing
an emerald green, the pupils gone.
If he had spiked blond hair, he could
have passed for a Saiya-jiin. "It
is all your fault, human, and you will be
the one to pay for the lives of my kin!"
The tension-filled air began to
crackle, static electricity seemed to form
and flow around the glowing
fae.
The three true Saiya-jiin sprung into
defense mode. Vejiita
flashed in front of Bulma, pulling her away
from the enraged Gallifrey.
Trunks and Goten flared their auras and
crouched into ready stances,
their eyes glued on the male in front of
them, watching for and ready
for any sign of attack on the female they
were willing to die to protect.
"There will be justice found this day!"
Both Goten and Trunks took that as
the sign they were waiting
for. They leaped as one, lunging
onto the crackling Gallifrey, hands alit
with a striking blow. "You will not
harm..."
Gallifrey began to chant, his hands
raised in the air:
"The seeds of change are growing
fast;
stop and stare as they go past!"
A soft green light surrounded Trunks and
Goten as they froze in
mid leap and mid sentence. "Nani!"
Gallifrey lowered his hands, and the
two males slowly moved to the ground, landing
with their feet on the
ground and their hands in the air in a 'Y'
shape. "Tousan!"
Vejiita growled at the yosei, who still
glowed the emerald green.
"You will die this day, yosei. And
I will be the one to deliver your final
blow!" The Saiya-jiin Prince disappeared
from view, and reappeared
behind Gallifrey, his hand alit with deadly
ki. "Die." He launched it,
point-blank, but was thrown back by his
own blast when it reflected off
the green glow that surrounded him like
a shield.
Gallifrey said nothing, but turned
and held out his hand, enclosing
Vejiita in the same green light that surrounded
Trunks and Vejiita. He
was forcefully brought to his feet, and
his arms raised into the air in the
same position as the two younger males.
Bulma let out a gasp. "Gallifrey-san, stop! Please!"
He ignored her, and started to chant
once again:
"Guardians of the human, watch
where you stand;
be like the Great Oak, and protect the
damned!"
A soft silver light burst from Gallifrey
and replaced the green
glow around the Saiya-jiin. Bulma
cried out, "Vejiita! Fight it!"
"Damned yosei!" Vejiita gritted
his teeth as he tried to break
free from the spell that had been cast upon
him. He was held tight in
place. "Bulma! Shimatta!"
Trunks and Goten struggled as well, but all
was in vain.
Bulma ran over to Vejiita, but was
unable to get too close--the
silver light seemed to be a shield of some
sort, as well as a paralyzing
agent. "What did you do, Gallifrey!
Release them immediately!"
Gallifrey said nothing once again,
and held his eyes closed,
concentrating on his spell.
"Release me, yosei! Now!
Or do you rely on cowardly parlor tricks
to sway your death!" Vejiita was livid,
red-faced in rage. He let out a
gasp and glanced down at his feet, for he
was unable to move his head?
"Nani? What in the hell is happening?"
"What are you talking about, Vejiita?"
Bulma grew even more
frightened. If something could startle
her mate that bad... Suddenly,
she was startled as three silver lights
flashed. She glanced at her
husband and her son and his friend. All
three had stopped glowing.
"What's happening?" She let out a
gasp, as she finally noticed.
At Vejiita's feet, a dark brown substance
was beginning to cover
the white boots that normally adorned his
feet. She peered closer, and
her eyes widened in horror: Wood.
And it was slowly crawling up his legs.
"Kaasan!"
Bulma turned and saw with a sickening
lump growing in her
stomach as she saw Trunks and Goten in the
same situation. "Be like the
oak..." she repeated from Gallifrey's
spell. Horror washed out her
features, turning her white as a ghost.
She whipped her head around
and burned her azure gaze into the fae's.
"Why are you turning my
husband and my children into trees?"
The brown-haired fae, no longer glowing,
opened his forest-green
eyes, blinking sadly at the lone female.
"It was necessary. They would
have interfered with what I wanted to do."
"And what did you plan?" She
didn't want to ask, but some sick
twist in her conscience wanted to know.
Vejiita struggled against the wood,
vainly trying to break free
from its grasp. It was up to his hips
now. "Don't even think of laying a
damn finger on my mate!"
The fae continued, ignoring the sputtering
threats made by the
Saiya-jiin Prince. As he talked, tears
ran unchecked down his cheeks.
"Why did you kill them? They did nothing
to you. All we did was
sleep--not hurting anyone. Why?"
"They were gone when we discovered
the room. There were only
four pods with heat signatures. Yours,
and the three others."
"How could they die? The room
was sealed magically and nothing
was to bother us until the Gathering."
He sniffled, covering his face
with his hands. "My poor Mochrie--where
are you? Did you survive?"
"Mochrie?" Bulma tilted her head. "Who's that?"
"She is my mate." Gallifrey drew
down his hands and blinked a
few times, clearing the salty water from
his eyes. "She was in the room
with me; we were to lead our kin to Avalon..."
He trailed off. "Mochrie..."
"What was she like?" Bulma inquired quietly.
"She's Elven--with the silkiest green
hair the color of a summer
meadow. Her smile was as bright as
the sun, and could warm you on the
coldest of nights. The stars paled
at the twinkle in her blue eyes. Song
birds stopped their songs in awe of her
voice." His eyes had a glassy
sheen over them, and he sighed.
Bulma sighed a little too, taken in
by the passionate description.
"You loved her deeply."
"I love her. There is no past
tense. My heart beats only for her,
and her alone."
Bulma sighed again. "Why don't
you say those things to me,
Vejiita?"
"Words are meaningless, Onna.
Especially if I turn into a twig!"
His barely restrained fury was thick in
his voice/ Bulma blinked a few
times, and saw the wood had crawled up to
chest level already. "Are you
going to get me out of this, or play doe-eyes
with that damned yosei?"
Bulma stared at her mate. "Alright
already!" She turned back to
Gallifrey, her face looking as sorrowful
as possible. He still had a
faraway look in his eyes. "Gallifrey-san,
please, take away the spell. We
did nothing to your kin--we didn't even
know what you were. We thought
an enemy of some kind was lying dormant,
waiting to strike at us
unaware."
He blinked a few times. "Why would you think that?"
"It's happened before. We didn't
want to take any unnecessary
chances." She paused and a thought
came to her. "Bura will be very
upset if she finds out her Papa and her
'niichans are trees."
"Bura?" Gallifrey's eyes went wide. "Musouka?"
Bulma threw a glance at Vejiita and
the boys. The wood was up to
their necks, and was spreading down their
arms, turning them into thick
branches. She didn't have much time.
"Hai, B-chan will be very
upset--and she won't want to be your friend
any longer." It seemed
rather childish to be threatening him in
such a way, but if it worked, it
worked. She didn't have many options
available at the moment.
Gallifrey nodded. He did not
want to lose what he had with the
one that accepted him. "If I let them
go, they're going to kill me."
"Damn straight I will!" Vejiita
roared, his 'branches' shaking. "No
one places a spell on the Saiya-jiin no
Ouji and lives to tell about it!"
"Vejiita!" Bulma growled.
"Keep your mouth shut!" She turned
back to Gallifrey. "I promise that
neither Vejiita nor the boys will cause
you any harm. Just release them from
your spell." She threw a
poisonous glare at the three. "Ne?"
"Yeah! I won't hurt him!"
Goten seemed desperate to be free
from his wooden trap.
"Fine. I won't harm him."
Trunks scowled but agreed. Gallifrey
nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the
bark began to recede quickly
from the two boys.
They shook out their limbs, relief
clearly written across their
faces. "Remind me to be nicer to trees."
Goten sighed, patting down his
body.
Bulma turned to Vejiita. "Well?"
He spat. The wood was up to his
chin. "I will crush him where he
stands." Leaves began to sprout from
his fingertips.
"Stop being such a stubborn ass, Vejiita!"
She balefully glared at
him, but just received a growl in return.
"Just say you won't harm him,
and you'll be free!"
The wood crept across his face.
With a final stare at Bulma,
Vejiita closed his eyes and turned completely
into a tree.
"Tousan!" Trunks rushed to his
father. He stared as thin
branches sprouted from what used to be the
thick flames of his hair,
forming the crown of the tree. "I
can't believe he's...he's a tree! My
Tousan's a tree!"
"Sounds like a bad TV comedy," Goten remarked.
Bulma let out a choked sob as she examined
her mate. The thick
bark of the tree in front of her was slightly
warm to the touch. "Oh,
Vejiita, I knew that pride of yours was
going to be the end of you..." She
directed her question to the fae.
"Is he a tree through and through?
Or is he trapped inside?"
"He's completely an oak." He
cocked his head to the side, studying
his recent creation. "A rather stumpy
oak, but one, nonetheless."
"Why is there a tree in the middle
of your lab, Mama?" Everyone turned and
saw a wide-eyed Bura, her gaze glued to
the misplaced object next to her mother.
She stepped closer, and ran her hands over
the knobby bark. An unknown breeze
ruffled the growing leaves, as Bura wrapped
her arms around the thick trunk of
the tree. "Mama, why does this tree
feel like Papa?"
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Ooh! Vejiita the tree! Don't
worry, minna, things will be okay--maybe. At least he's not a puny
little bonzai tree, ne? *grin* I wouldn't do anything bad to
my Vejiita-chan! Next time, Bura finds out *how* Vejiita became a
tree...will her friendship to Gallifrey suffer? Will Vejiita be a
tree forever? Will I ever post another chapter if ATTR? Well,
hmm...I can answer that one right now.
I'll be holding off on ATTR for a little while, because I'm starting the third arc--The battling stuff, something I have a little trouble with at times. I just want to get the scenes and characters right, you know? But don't worry, my lovely fans, Seiika and Serori and Tobuma will be back in action soon enough.
BTW--I also posted another one-shot songifc
a month or so ago..."The Dance" Please let me know what you think
of it...it's long, like most of everything I write, and I put a lot of
thought and work into it. It's a Goten/Bura story, but in Yamucha's
POV--but it is also a V/B story, too. Lots of lovely elements to
think and peruse...anyway, I think I'm done pluggin' the rest of my stories.
*grin* Ja ne! Gie-chan
