My very first reviewer for this fic EC-Chan! Oh and if you encapsulized the car with the kids in
it....well it would probably be very messy. ^_^() I would also like to point out that I don't own
DBZ as much as I wished I did. How ever I do own Feylin.
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~*~*~*~*~ = Beginning or end of a lame flash back
italics = thinking or the character reading something
*** = some time later
~***~ = a few years later
bold = character is pissed and shouting (you probably already knew that)
(Anything in these) = Me saying something important or completely random
___________
Nine months later.....
Trunks was taking a break from his training. They still hadn't found a new planet to live on and
supplies were dwindling. Feylin had stopped singing show tunes. Thank heaven for that. No one
really had the heart to tell her to stop. But Trunks was becoming concerned with her health she
was looking a little under the weather lately. They had little medical supplies with them, he could
only hope it wasn't serious.
***
"I really don't think you should be out of bed Feylin." Bulma was trying to convince her she
didn't need her help. "Your just like Trunks you know that. You two are probably worrying over
nothing." Bulma knew she was trying to hide her illness. She tried to snatch the charts from her
hand. Feylin only pulled them back and scowled at her. "Bulma you haven't slept in days you
need someone to help you with this." The older woman sighed she was so stubborn. "Fine if it
makes you happy I'll go take a nap. Then will you go back to bed?" Feylin nodded and went back
to looking at the charts. Bulma left the room. She seated her self in front of the main computer.
She looked at the computers course and with out thinking she began to type in some new
coordinates. She didn't know where it would take them, she knew it felt familiar some how. She
could hear a familiar set of footsteps. They stopped and were followed by a growl of annoyance.
"What are you doing up?" She got up and faced him. "Trunks your-" He cut her off. "I don't care
what your excuse is, you're sick and you need your rest!" She put her hands on her hips and
smirked at him. "Look after everything we've been threw I think I can handle a little cold bug!"
He grunted and scooped her up in his arms. Trunks carried her back to their bedroom. "Would
you stop squirming already!" She was becoming very irritated with him. "Trunks put me down!
This is embarrassing!"
~*~*~*~*~
"Trunks my leg is fine! Trunks put me down this is embarrassing!" He was completely ignoring
her. "Look I'll find the last dragon ball and you can wait on the ship." She grunted. "I can walk
on my own! Namek isn't a life threatening place! I can take care of myself!" He looked at her.
"Look I promised I would take of you and that's what I'm doing! Now stop squirming!"
~*~*~*~*~
Feylin was giving Trunks a death glare as he began pilling blankets on the bed. "Your going stay
here weather you like it or not.
~*~*~*~*~
"Ok, You probably can't understand what I'm saying." Trunks thought for a minute and pointed
to where she was and spoke slowly. "You stay here." She glared at him. "I'm not a moron I can
speak your language! Besides I need to have a word with your mother if that's all right with you."
Trunks looked a little dumbfounded. "Well I-" She spoke quickly. "Look I need to find away
home. You said your mother was a genius." Trunks nodded. "That probably would best."
***
"How did you get here?" Bulma seemed to be very interested in the powder blue haired woman.
"I'm not sure there was a bright light...the rest is a blur." She looked at the ground as tears began
streaming down her face. "Don't cry we'll find away to get you home. In the mean time you stay
here."
~***~
"Feylin." She looked up from the computer. Her eyes are so beautiful like a shimmering pool
kept secret in the woods, in autumn when the leaves float and darken the water. When she smiles
I swear the sun shines. "Fey" he said in a softer tone. She stood up and looked at him she could
sense something was up. Before she could react he leaned down and kissed her on the lips: gently
at first, slowly, quietly, but with growing passion that not even an inexperienced virgin could
mistake. His lips slowly traveled down her neck, she then gave a shivering tiny sigh. She became
confused when he pulled away and looked at her. Did she do something wrong? Was she
supposed to say something or do something? "So innocent," he whispered barely loud enough for
her to hear "you are innocent Fey" Her cheeks became flushed. He was used to women who
knew how to kiss a man. He was her first. She felt embarrassed that this had become obvious to
him. He smiled at her, a smile that melted away all emotions except for the newly found love for
him. "Will you do me the honor of marring me Feylin?"
~*~*~*~*~
Hope you liked this chapter. ^_^() Basically I just explained a little of who Feylin is and what her
relationship is with Trunks. Hopefully you were able to understand why the z fighters are alive.
More to come soon and until next time chocolate spaghetti!
it....well it would probably be very messy. ^_^() I would also like to point out that I don't own
DBZ as much as I wished I did. How ever I do own Feylin.
___________
~*~*~*~*~ = Beginning or end of a lame flash back
italics = thinking or the character reading something
*** = some time later
~***~ = a few years later
bold = character is pissed and shouting (you probably already knew that)
(Anything in these) = Me saying something important or completely random
___________
Nine months later.....
Trunks was taking a break from his training. They still hadn't found a new planet to live on and
supplies were dwindling. Feylin had stopped singing show tunes. Thank heaven for that. No one
really had the heart to tell her to stop. But Trunks was becoming concerned with her health she
was looking a little under the weather lately. They had little medical supplies with them, he could
only hope it wasn't serious.
***
"I really don't think you should be out of bed Feylin." Bulma was trying to convince her she
didn't need her help. "Your just like Trunks you know that. You two are probably worrying over
nothing." Bulma knew she was trying to hide her illness. She tried to snatch the charts from her
hand. Feylin only pulled them back and scowled at her. "Bulma you haven't slept in days you
need someone to help you with this." The older woman sighed she was so stubborn. "Fine if it
makes you happy I'll go take a nap. Then will you go back to bed?" Feylin nodded and went back
to looking at the charts. Bulma left the room. She seated her self in front of the main computer.
She looked at the computers course and with out thinking she began to type in some new
coordinates. She didn't know where it would take them, she knew it felt familiar some how. She
could hear a familiar set of footsteps. They stopped and were followed by a growl of annoyance.
"What are you doing up?" She got up and faced him. "Trunks your-" He cut her off. "I don't care
what your excuse is, you're sick and you need your rest!" She put her hands on her hips and
smirked at him. "Look after everything we've been threw I think I can handle a little cold bug!"
He grunted and scooped her up in his arms. Trunks carried her back to their bedroom. "Would
you stop squirming already!" She was becoming very irritated with him. "Trunks put me down!
This is embarrassing!"
~*~*~*~*~
"Trunks my leg is fine! Trunks put me down this is embarrassing!" He was completely ignoring
her. "Look I'll find the last dragon ball and you can wait on the ship." She grunted. "I can walk
on my own! Namek isn't a life threatening place! I can take care of myself!" He looked at her.
"Look I promised I would take of you and that's what I'm doing! Now stop squirming!"
~*~*~*~*~
Feylin was giving Trunks a death glare as he began pilling blankets on the bed. "Your going stay
here weather you like it or not.
~*~*~*~*~
"Ok, You probably can't understand what I'm saying." Trunks thought for a minute and pointed
to where she was and spoke slowly. "You stay here." She glared at him. "I'm not a moron I can
speak your language! Besides I need to have a word with your mother if that's all right with you."
Trunks looked a little dumbfounded. "Well I-" She spoke quickly. "Look I need to find away
home. You said your mother was a genius." Trunks nodded. "That probably would best."
***
"How did you get here?" Bulma seemed to be very interested in the powder blue haired woman.
"I'm not sure there was a bright light...the rest is a blur." She looked at the ground as tears began
streaming down her face. "Don't cry we'll find away to get you home. In the mean time you stay
here."
~***~
"Feylin." She looked up from the computer. Her eyes are so beautiful like a shimmering pool
kept secret in the woods, in autumn when the leaves float and darken the water. When she smiles
I swear the sun shines. "Fey" he said in a softer tone. She stood up and looked at him she could
sense something was up. Before she could react he leaned down and kissed her on the lips: gently
at first, slowly, quietly, but with growing passion that not even an inexperienced virgin could
mistake. His lips slowly traveled down her neck, she then gave a shivering tiny sigh. She became
confused when he pulled away and looked at her. Did she do something wrong? Was she
supposed to say something or do something? "So innocent," he whispered barely loud enough for
her to hear "you are innocent Fey" Her cheeks became flushed. He was used to women who
knew how to kiss a man. He was her first. She felt embarrassed that this had become obvious to
him. He smiled at her, a smile that melted away all emotions except for the newly found love for
him. "Will you do me the honor of marring me Feylin?"
~*~*~*~*~
Hope you liked this chapter. ^_^() Basically I just explained a little of who Feylin is and what her
relationship is with Trunks. Hopefully you were able to understand why the z fighters are alive.
More to come soon and until next time chocolate spaghetti!