1 Space Pirates Will be Space Pirates…
Disclaimer: Sheesh! How many times must I go over this with you people before you get it through your thick skulls?! I don't own anything except my ideas, my recently diagnosed ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder, which comes in quite handy b/c I now have a good excuse for not paying attention when ppl are talking to me) and my new incredibly short, punk style hair. Which happens to be blue. *grins*
*People shouting* Down in front! Down in front! *I'm standing in front of them* Ok, I know you all just wanna read the fic & go on about your lives, so I'm gonna shut up and sit down and allow ya'll to go ahead and read now. *someone throws a box of popcorn* Hey!! That's gonna cost you a lengthy lecture before the fic!! *suddenly everyone throws things until I'm buried beneath it all and they can enjoy the movie…I mean fic!*
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After Nail's introduction, he and Tifa sat talking until the sun was low in the sky. They talked about life and philosophy and sometimes just talked about the weather. Tifa listened intently while Nail told her of his life and he laughed at her jokes and some of the off-the-wall stuff she said. He also learned that music was a true essential of life for her. There was no way she could live without it. They also talked of their goals in life. Nail's was to either have more control of the body or become separate again, while Tifa's was to someday have the courage to be truly alone.
"Truth be told, I didn't think I could ever really take control of Piccolo's body like this. That's why I hadn't done it before," Nail told her.
"Well, you can do anything you want with your mind, and the way I see it, that body's as much yours as it is Piccolo's or Kami's or that other Daimio guy you were talking about," Tifa said while looking off into the darkening sky dreamily, (as usual) "Ya'll just have to share it. Make the best of it, enjoy life." She gestured with her hands as she spoke, "I hope ya'll can learn to get along a little better, though."
"I doubt it," Nail sighed, "We're all just too different. Kami and I get along fine, but Piccolo and Daimio don't even like, much less get along with anyone. At least Piccolo has Gohan; it's the only thing separating him from being just like Daimio. I don't think I'd be able to make it if he and Gohan weren't best friends." He glanced over at Tifa, "You think I'm crazy, don't you?"
Tifa chuckled a bit, "Not any crazier than me, and most of mine's just an overactive imagination. But don't worry, being crazy is good, it keeps life interesting. It sets you apart from all those people living their ordinary, normal, boring lives. Yawn. People may laugh at you because you're different, but ya know what? I laugh at them because their all the same. They wouldn't be able to live without their little fashions and trends and following the crowd, jumping on the bandwagon. There a few true individuals out there, and I'm striving to be my own person. It's pretty tough." She stood up, "Well, I think it's about time we go to the Lookout or somewhere else b/c it's amazing I've been able to sit still this long, especially as hungry as I am." Her stomach let out a mighty growl.
"Sure, Mr. Popo knows how to cook, so lets hurry to the Lookout before your stomach decides to eat itself," Nail replied with a chuckle. Actually eating food was still a novel idea to him.
"Sounds like a plan to me!" Tifa exclaimed as they took off into the air.
They flew toward the Lookout in silence for a while, each thinking about the events of the day. Nail glanced over at Tifa. He noticed something he hadn't seen before. He thought he saw something red on her wrist, but found himself looking at a camo wristband instead. *Where did I get red from?* he wondered.
"Hey, when did you get the wristband?" he asked as Tifa looked down at her wrist in mild surprise, then smiled and shrugged.
"Just since I took back up an old habit," she told him cheerily, then added, "I love wristbands. They're grr-eat!" Then she laughed a little at her own joke. Nail was quiet in thought for a moment, but decided to review the entire day later. He received a hard smack on the shoulder just as he decided to put his thoughts to rest for the moment.
"Race ya!" Tifa yelled as she shot off into the now dark sky with Nail in hot pursuit.
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Plz tell me what ya think in your reviews! I love getting them, so plz keep me happy! I've been having all sorts of artistic/imaginative stuff overflowing here lately into poems, new chappies, and an idea for a song fic to one of Linkin Park's songs, so tell me if I should post this stuff! I probably will anyways, but oh well, it's still good to hear your ideas. It lets me know you're still out there. *crickets chirping* Heh, heh. Umm, you are out there,…..aren't you?
Disclaimer: Sheesh! How many times must I go over this with you people before you get it through your thick skulls?! I don't own anything except my ideas, my recently diagnosed ADD (Attention Deficit Disorder, which comes in quite handy b/c I now have a good excuse for not paying attention when ppl are talking to me) and my new incredibly short, punk style hair. Which happens to be blue. *grins*
*People shouting* Down in front! Down in front! *I'm standing in front of them* Ok, I know you all just wanna read the fic & go on about your lives, so I'm gonna shut up and sit down and allow ya'll to go ahead and read now. *someone throws a box of popcorn* Hey!! That's gonna cost you a lengthy lecture before the fic!! *suddenly everyone throws things until I'm buried beneath it all and they can enjoy the movie…I mean fic!*
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After Nail's introduction, he and Tifa sat talking until the sun was low in the sky. They talked about life and philosophy and sometimes just talked about the weather. Tifa listened intently while Nail told her of his life and he laughed at her jokes and some of the off-the-wall stuff she said. He also learned that music was a true essential of life for her. There was no way she could live without it. They also talked of their goals in life. Nail's was to either have more control of the body or become separate again, while Tifa's was to someday have the courage to be truly alone.
"Truth be told, I didn't think I could ever really take control of Piccolo's body like this. That's why I hadn't done it before," Nail told her.
"Well, you can do anything you want with your mind, and the way I see it, that body's as much yours as it is Piccolo's or Kami's or that other Daimio guy you were talking about," Tifa said while looking off into the darkening sky dreamily, (as usual) "Ya'll just have to share it. Make the best of it, enjoy life." She gestured with her hands as she spoke, "I hope ya'll can learn to get along a little better, though."
"I doubt it," Nail sighed, "We're all just too different. Kami and I get along fine, but Piccolo and Daimio don't even like, much less get along with anyone. At least Piccolo has Gohan; it's the only thing separating him from being just like Daimio. I don't think I'd be able to make it if he and Gohan weren't best friends." He glanced over at Tifa, "You think I'm crazy, don't you?"
Tifa chuckled a bit, "Not any crazier than me, and most of mine's just an overactive imagination. But don't worry, being crazy is good, it keeps life interesting. It sets you apart from all those people living their ordinary, normal, boring lives. Yawn. People may laugh at you because you're different, but ya know what? I laugh at them because their all the same. They wouldn't be able to live without their little fashions and trends and following the crowd, jumping on the bandwagon. There a few true individuals out there, and I'm striving to be my own person. It's pretty tough." She stood up, "Well, I think it's about time we go to the Lookout or somewhere else b/c it's amazing I've been able to sit still this long, especially as hungry as I am." Her stomach let out a mighty growl.
"Sure, Mr. Popo knows how to cook, so lets hurry to the Lookout before your stomach decides to eat itself," Nail replied with a chuckle. Actually eating food was still a novel idea to him.
"Sounds like a plan to me!" Tifa exclaimed as they took off into the air.
They flew toward the Lookout in silence for a while, each thinking about the events of the day. Nail glanced over at Tifa. He noticed something he hadn't seen before. He thought he saw something red on her wrist, but found himself looking at a camo wristband instead. *Where did I get red from?* he wondered.
"Hey, when did you get the wristband?" he asked as Tifa looked down at her wrist in mild surprise, then smiled and shrugged.
"Just since I took back up an old habit," she told him cheerily, then added, "I love wristbands. They're grr-eat!" Then she laughed a little at her own joke. Nail was quiet in thought for a moment, but decided to review the entire day later. He received a hard smack on the shoulder just as he decided to put his thoughts to rest for the moment.
"Race ya!" Tifa yelled as she shot off into the now dark sky with Nail in hot pursuit.
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Plz tell me what ya think in your reviews! I love getting them, so plz keep me happy! I've been having all sorts of artistic/imaginative stuff overflowing here lately into poems, new chappies, and an idea for a song fic to one of Linkin Park's songs, so tell me if I should post this stuff! I probably will anyways, but oh well, it's still good to hear your ideas. It lets me know you're still out there. *crickets chirping* Heh, heh. Umm, you are out there,…..aren't you?