Summary: *ahem* To some of you who really like Trunks--trust me, I do, too--were kinda pissed at me for not putitng him in the story, yet. Don't worry! I'm planning on putting Trunks in later on. I just have to figure out how... Ah well, on with the story!
Chapter Three
It had been six years since the Cell Games. Kinira was at the top of her classes, and Vegeta had finally gotten over the fact that school distracted Kinira from her training. Fortunately, she knew just how to manage her time, so she could train, do her homework, and spend time with her friends. Fortunately, she had managed to crawl from the gene pool without her father's--ahem--unconventional social graces.
Vegeta walked down the stairs at the smell of breakfast and spotted Kinira at the end of the table, seemingly already having her breakfast finished. He eyed her up and down, there was something completely different about her.
She sat in her usual seat, legs crossed. But then he noticed that she looked very different from the little girl who had defeated Cell. She was now a slender young woman, with long legs and arms. Her school uniform that was at first too big for her now fit her form perfectly, even that black-pleated miniskirt looked great on her; it added nicely to the red bow in the middle of her white long-sleeved shirt. Her long, black, ever-spiky hair was pulled back with a red headband, her bangs falling slightly over her eyes. She adjusted her knee-high white sock as her lovely green eyes scanned over the newspaper, and took a sip of coffee from a light blue mug.
"Kinira!!!" yelled Vegeta, sprinting up to the table.
She looked up, "What's wrong, Daddy?"
"Don't ask stupid questions--what did you do to yourself?!"
Kinira looked confused. "What do you mean? I didn't do anything different this morning..." She looked herself up and down. "Nope, I was just like this yesterday."
"Don't lie to me...! Look at yourself, since when do you look and dress like that? And what did you do to your hair?" Kinira raised an eyebrow in confusion as she took a sip of coffee. Vegeta snatched the mug from her, "And since when do you drink coffee?"
She rested her chin on her palm, "Since I have a new and very boring history teacher. This is my school uniform, and I've been wearing my hair like this since I was ten."
Vegeta opened his mouth to reply, but was cut off by Bulma's voice. "Kinira! Where are you?" yelled Bulma as she came into the kitchen carrying tons of gifts, all piled up in her arms, obstructing her view.
"Ack! Auntie Bulma--what happened?!"
"Keep talking, hon--I'll follow the sound of your voice!" said Bulma, stumbling from the weight of the gifts. She dropped them in the middle of the floor, "Special delivery!"
"Oh no..." said Kinira as she walked up to the pile of gifts. "Are these all for me? Again???"
Bulma nodded. "Again," she said, laughin through her words. "You'd better go through this stuff and see who it's all from." Kinira sighed and knelt down, going through the pile of gifts.
Vegeta pulled Bulma aside, "What is going on?" he asked in a whisper.
"Don't you know?" asked Bulma. "It's been going on since she turned eleven. Every day, she gets tons of stuff from her admirers. Especially the boy admirers."
"What?!"
"Dad, calm down," said Kinira, looking at a rhinestone bracelet from a boy named Kero. "I don't like any of them, they just like me. Tch--can you believe that they think they can win me over with cheap junk?" She kept on sifting through her gifts, mumbling to herself as she went. "Hmm... Let's see... Dozen roses, from Grey--"She read off the card included."--'My sweet, you are more fair than a rose'--yeah, right!" she mused. "Giant teddy bear from Shane--what am I, two?--ah--more roses, from Seymor--what--the dork in gym class? Pu-lease! Ooh! A butterfly necklace--frome Shane--well, at least he has good taste..." She clasped the chain around her pale throat, letting the blue, frosted-glass butterfly dangle freely. "Hmm... Let's see what else..."
"Kinira--who are these boys?!"
"Just some guys from school that have huge crushes on me--ooh--pretty brooch!" she said, holding up a brooch in the shape of a large red heart lined with gold, a pink jewel in the center. She fastened it to the center of her red bow, admiring how it looked in a little silver mirror she had recieved from someone named Micheal.
"Hey--that is a nice brooch. Who's it from?" asked Bulma.
Kinira picked up the card that had come with the brooch, "Hmm... Says 'from Zander. Thanks again for that help with my English paper!' Aww... How sweet. I should thank him when I get to school."
"Speaking of which," said Bulma, pointing to her watch. "You should get going! Don't wanna be late, eh?"Kinira nodded, stood up, and gulped down the rest of her coffee. "Don't forget your books!" said Bulma, tossing Kinira her brown leather backpack, chocked full of supplies, textbooks, and notebooks.
"Thanks Auntie B!" she said as she kissed Bulma on the cheek. "Bye, Daddy." She kissed Vegeta on the cheek and ran out the door.
Bulma sighed, "Guess I'd better get this stuff upstairs..." She picked up the gifts Kinira had recieved and went upstairs with them.
Vegeta sighed in frustration and noticed a large cloth tote bag sitting on the table. He looked inside and saw that it was chocked full of food. "Kinira forgot her lunch," said Vegeta absently. "Woman!" he yelled up the stairs. "Kinira forgot her lunch!"
"Can you give it to her?" Bulma called back. Vegeta snorted angrily and opened the front door.
"Kinira!" He called out for her, but her bus had already left. He watched it drive down the road, "She's going to starve without this..." he thought aloud. He suddenly smirked and took flight after Kinira's bus, slinging the tote bag over his shoulder.
Meanwhile, on Kinira's bus, the air was filled with the talk of teenage gossip and such. In the back of the bus, a boy with dark brown hair glanced ou the back window, and saw a man with big muscles and spiky black hair flying straight towards the bus. "AAAHHHHH!!!" he screamed. The whole bus turned ot the back and screamed at the sight of the flying man.
"Ahhh!!!" screamed Kinira's friend, Aki, as she pointed to the back window of the bus. "Look at that!!!"
Kinira raised an eyebrow and turned around in her seat to look at the back. "Eeeek!" She cried in surprise. "What the...?"
Thud! Everyone on the bus, inlcuding the bus driver, screamed in fear--everyone except for Kinira, of course. "Mr. Bus Driver!!!" yelled a spastic girl with red hair. "There's a guy on the roof!!!"
The bus driver swerved all over the road and speeded toward a tunnel in the road, that was obviously low enough to knock the man off.
Vegeta looked to his left, the mountain side racing towards him. Smash! Rocks and rubble flew everywhere, landing on the bus and cracking a few of the windows, littering the streets with large stones. "Oh no!" said Kinira.
They came out of the tunnel, rocks still flying everywhere. The bus driver chuckled evilly, "Now, we're safe!"
Kinira groaned uneasily, and looked back out the back window, seeing that no one was lying on the road far behind, but that there was a large chunk taken out of the roof of the tunnel, in the shape of her father's silhoette.
Crash! Everyone screamed at the sight of a white gloved fist coming through the metal roof of the bus. The hand ripped back the metal on the roof of the bus as if the metal was just a thin piece of foil. Once again, the air filled with screams of fear, the bus driver kept on going faster as if attempting to knock off the man on the roof.
The man unknown to any of the teens fixed his hard gaze upon them, everyone gasping as if her were a crazed killer. "Kinira!" he yelled into the bus. Everyone in the bus stared at Kinira, wide-eyed.
She smiled sheepishly, "Hehe..." and added a nervous laugh. She stood up and looked up at the man who could fly.
He pushed the tote bag off of his shoulder and handed it to her. "You forgot your lunch back at the house."
"Oh!" she gasped as she took the bag and looked inside. "Thanks! I would have starved without it." She looked up. "Thank you." The man stood up, smirked, and gave a salute before flying off once more. Kinira waved goodbye and sat back down in her seat, rooting through the bag.
Everyone still stared at her, wide-eyed, the bus driver shaking as he drove further down the road. She looked up and slumped down in her chair uneasily. "... ... ... What...? ...Is there something on my face...?"
"... ...K-K-K-K-Ki-K-K-Kin-n-nir-r-r-r-ra...?" stuttered Aki, nervously, her eyes wide as saucers.
She raised an eyebrow, "Yeah...?"
"I-I-I-I w-w-was-s-s j-j-just w-wondering... Wh-Wh-Who w-w-was th-th-tha-that...?"
"W-W-Was th-that s-s-s-some sort of a-a-alien...?" asked a boy sitting across from Kinira.
"Hey--watch your mouth!" snapped Kinira. "That was my Father!"
"Your Father?!!!" everyone screamed in unison.
"Problem with that?!" yelled Kinira in anger. Everyone shook their heads quickly. "Good!"
Kinira doodled and drew in her sparkly blue notebook, not paying much attention to anything her History teacher, Mr. Obake, had to say. Even though they were just plain old doodles, they were still very good doodles, at that. Another friend of hers, named San, looked over at Kinira's drawings. "Hey, that's good!" she whispered excitedly, pointing at the beautiful fairy standing next to a gorgeous unicorn with a long mane, holding a staff witht he symbol of the waxing moon at the very tip of it.
"Thanks," Kinira whispered back.
"Miss Kinira," said the voice of Mr Obake. Kinira looked up. "Something more interesting then the history of your heratige?"
"My heratige, sir?" asked Kinira, laughing slightly through her words.
Mr. Obake put his hands behind his back. "Yes, Miss Kinira, your heritage." Kinira smiled and tried to cover up her laughter, but just couldn't. She bit her lip, "And just what is so funny?" asked Mr. Obake in slight annoyance.
"Heehee... I-I'm sorry, sir, I just-- Well, I don't think that my heritage would be something that this class could ever cover, let alone any other class in this country..."Or in this galaxy, for that matter... she thought.
"Oh? Well, why might that be?"
"Ah... Let's just say that the race I'm descended from isn't the most--er--commonly known in these parts..." Or in many other parts of this known universe she mused to herself.
"Really...?" said Mr. Obake. "Well, perhaps you wouldn't mind telling the class what your heratige is?"
She rubbed her chin, thoughtfully. "Uhmm... Actually, sir, yes--yes, I would mind."
"Ooooohhh..." said the whole class.
Mr. Obake crossed his arms over his chest. "Miss Kinira, I asked you to share your heratige with the class."
"Well, I thought asking made it optional."
"Ooooooooooooohh...!" said the class again.
Mr. Obake opened his mouth to speak, but was inturrupted by the sound of the door opening. Kinira sighed and went back to doodling in her notebook. How she wished she wasn't in History class... She would much rather be in her art class at her easel, creating another masterpiece. Perhaps she would paint a masterpiece so beautiful that the Headmaster would beg her to paint a mural on the western wall outside. Or perhaps--while she painted--a world-famous talent scout would come into her class and see her work right away, knowing that every museum in the world would never be complete without a gallery devoted to her art. However, she did have a small gallery in a local museum, and another was thinking about taking some of her paintings. How wonderful it would be if that happened...
She dreamily gazed out the windo to her left, and was suddenly surprised at the sight of a purple-haired young man sitting in the once empty seat next to her. "Oh--hehehe... Sorry, I'm just not used to seeing someone there... Hehehe..." She laughed nervously in a whisper. She leaned toward San, "San, since when does tall, dark, and purple sit there?" she whispered.
"Weren't you paying attention?" asked San. "Oh--never mind--this is you we're talking about... Well, this guy just came in, he's new to the Institute. His name is Trunks, cute, huh?"
She nodded, and San went back to taking notes. Kinira admired Trunks' strong profile, how his purple hair fell slightly over his striking blue eyes. She turned to a fresh sheet in her notebook and began sketching out his profile, paying close attention to the details.
Later, in Art class--her favorite class(duh!)--she took out her notebook and opened it to the page where she had drawn Trunks' picture. She took out a piece of charcoal and began roughly sketching on the canvas. Her art teacher, Lady DiFranco, came to see what her star student was drawing now. "Kinira, you're using charcoal this time? What ever happened to your water colors?" she asked.
"Well, I think that if I don't use too much water, I can still use water colors... But I think that I might try pastels, or acrylics this time. I'm not sure--I'm just in the mood for something different..."
"Really...? Well, have fun. I'm sure that what ever you do, it will be beautiful, as usual." Kinira smiled and proceeded to draw...
Half an hour later, Lady DiFranco walked up behind Kinira once more, who was now just putting the finishing touches on her painting. All of it was done with pastels, a new medium for her. It was a painting of a young man that looked similar to Trunks, sitting on the railing of a stone balcony on a clear summer's eve, with the moon full and him looking up at the first evening star. It was a beautiful painting, really, with a large oak tree in the background.
"Lovely, Kinira, absolutely lovely!" said Lady DiFranco in awe. "Your father must be very proud of you, I'm sure your mother would be, too."
"Thank you, Lady, but I doubt they would be proud of me for being an artist..."
"Why woudn't they be? All of your paintings... They're gorgeous. I couldn't imagine any parent that wouldn't be proud to have a daughter of your talents."
"Well... My parents are both fighters, my Father especially. I love fighting, personally, it's great excersise, it builds character, and I love the action and adrenaline rush! But, I also love painting. My Father loves me, I know that, even though he doesn't say so, but he's not really too keen on my paintings. He hasn't taken much interest in them at all. I don't mind, though. Just as long as I can paint..."
Lady DiFranco sighed, Poor child... she thought.
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Well? I told you that I'd put Trunks in there! I just have to figure out how to do it in the BIG picture, if ya know what I mean. N-E-ways, R&R!!! THANK YOU!!!!!!!!
~Kayli