For Pete's sake! I dont own Final Fantasy or Dragonball Z! I swaer, one more time that I gotta write this, and.....lol.
All right, I'm working on about.....six stories right now? Seing as I got an entire March break to write, I should get a considerable amount posted, doncha think? Well, I started two new fics, at least. One is Love's Own Bounty, and the other's Reunited. Sergundra's a priority, as well. Sigh. Well, That's four, anyway, which is fine with me. Hey, if you ever get bored, and you like Amarant or just any particular suspenseful/crappy writing, then you can always read Sergundra. Ehehe.....*falls over* Anyway....Less talk, more write!
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"Gohan!" Goten pleaded, tugging at his older brother's pantleg. "It's cold, and I wanna go home...."
"Not now, Goten," said Gohan through gritted teeth. He eyed his brother with a sympathetic look that clearly said 'Stay out of the way, in case you're hurt!' Goten, being a rather keen saiya-jin boy, got the message. Solemnly, he let go of the material he'd been clutching, and backed away from the group of confronting heroes (and heroines).
Gohan returned his attention to the group of strangers. He almost felt the same way Vegeta did -- these people didn't look very friendly. Well, perhaps the blonde man did.....but whomever the blonde-haired one was, he didn't look any older than himself. And the fact that he had a tail bothered him. Was this stanger a saiya-jin? What did this alien want with them?
Suddenly, the strange, rat-figured female spoke up, "Earth, it seems, is your home planet."
Before Gohan could even flinch to stop him, Vegeta huffed, "My home planet it Vegeta, destroyed a long time ago. These fools," he said bitterly, nodding at Gohan and the sulking Goten, "Belong on Earth. Now, tell me, where is Bulma and Trunks?"
"Bulma....and Trunks?" the blonde-haired one shook his head as he spoke. "I'm sorry, but we've never met anyone like that. Besides, we're not from this planet."
Vegeta smirked, "Oh really. And what planet ARE you from?"
The blonde-haired boy scratched the back of his neck, looking rather bothered, "Um, Gaia."
"Whoa," said the violet-haired girl, her pitched voice cutting through their converstation. "I don't know about the rest of you, but all this talk of a bunch of different worlds is confusing me. ONE world was enough to save. Now we're HERE, trying to save another, or whatnot. How many planets are there, anyway?"
"So the runt wants to know how many worlds there are," said Vegeta, scowling. "Hundreds. Thousands, perhaps. Too many to keep track of, certainly. You truly must be a primitive species to know that."
"Hey!" the girl cried offensively. "I may be seven, but I'm a summoner! Unless you want Fenrir to kick your hieny in, I'd be quiet if I were you!"
"I'm sorry," said Gohan, apologizing very hastily before Vegeta could do anything drastic. "Lately, he hasn't been this way, but since his wife and son....it's a long story. He's upset, that's all. What are your names?"
"His wife and son...." said the blonde-haired boy, pensively. Gohan thought that he had a note of doubt in his voice as well, be it vanished. "Well, I'm Zidane for starters. The noisy one is Eiko," he continued, ignoring the girl's nasty look. "This is Freya, and Dagger.....who seems to be unconscious, still. Quina, Steiner, Vivi.......and Amarant's the seven-foot, red-flamed hair, sinister-looking one. He and your friend already seem to have so much in common."
Vegeta's scowl turned into a grin, "Then he must be rather powerful, indeed."
Amarant stared intensely at Vegeta. Gohan swore he saw a glimmer of a smirk hang at the corner of his mouth, but once again, he decided that he must have been mistaken. 'Amarant' grunted, "Don't compare me to this loser, Zidane. That's the worse you can do."
"I would keep my tongue if you what is best," retorted the saiya-jin prince. "Unless you want me to trim that bush you call hair for you."
'Eiko' was the one, however, that took offense, "As if!" she quipped. "Amarant would have you begging for mercy before you could flinch!"
Vegeta was now smirking, "Is he that powerful?"
"I don't want to know," said Zidane, shaking his head. "Well, we told you our names. Isn't it fair if you introduced yourselves?"
"I'm-" Gohan began.
"Be silent," Vegeta suddenly stepped forward. "I don't trust them, Gohan. What if they are lying? Perhaps they do have Bulma and Trunks. We could be walking into another trap. Don't be so foolish."
"I don't know," said Gohan, looking from the group of 'Gaians', and then back at his mother, Krillin, and Piccolo, who were all peacefully lying in their stupored state. "Vegeta, I think they can help us."
"Vegeta," said Zidane, nodding his head in acknowledgement. "And Gohan and Goten. I don't think that you've realized it yet, but over the course of the past four minutes, you've revealed what your names are. But you don't have to worry, we're -- or I am a least -- just as confused as you are. All I want to know is where the nine 'Sealmrians' are."
Gohan watched as Vegeta's expression went blank, "There's more, then. Tell me, what is your purpose here?"
"I suppose it's the same as yours," said Zidane, shrugging. "You guys are looking for someone, right? Well, so are we.....in a way. Amarant here can tell you more than I can."
Amarant glared, "We don't even know who we're looking for. It's pathetic, isn't it?"
Vegeta's mouth curved into another smirk, "Sounds pathetic to me." Already, he was beginning to like this supposedly 'poweful' man. This 'Amarant' appeared to be to more mature, sensible of the bunch....so far.
"Uh...Zidane?"
A weak, feminine voice that belgonged to the motionless figure that Zidane had mentioned was 'Dagger', began to stir. She sat up, and rubbed her head, "Hmmm...? Zidane, are we on Terra?" Dagger got to her knees, and then her feet, wavering a little. She blinked, and tried to focus on her surroundings. "Who are these people? Why is Amarant here?"
"Didn't have much of a choice...." Amarant muttered.
"Dagger," said Zidane, almost cheerfully. "Meet Gohan, Vegeta, and the little guy over there with a stange hair is Goten. I think Gohan him are related, as far as I can tell."
Gohan laughed lightly, "He's my little brother," he explained. "My dad's supposed to be here, too, be he seems to be missing as well. The one he's sitting beside is my mom. Her name's ChiChi. And that's Piccolo and Krillin. They might look kind odd, but they're great guys."
The saiya-jin prince rolled his eyes. "You talk as if you've known them for years, Gohan," he growled. "Stop pestering them with this useless information. The sooner we can find Bulma and Trunks, the sooner we can leave. I, for one, want to meet up with Kakkarot again."
Zidane blinked, confused, "Kakkarot?"
Gohan sighed, "My dad," he explained, once again.
Now Zidane, instead of understanding, was more confused than ever. "I think we have a lot to discuss. Maybe we can help you, if you help us. Sound fair?"
"We don't want a handful of weaklings to slow us down," said Vegeta, abruptly. "If we are to, in fact, go together, I want to know how strong you are."
Zidane, yet again, scratched the back of his neck, appearing uncertain. "Um, yeah...Well, to be honest, I think that Vivi is the one here with strongest magic attacks. I'm not into that kind of stuff. Amarant does a bit of each, and both Eiko and Dagger are summoners."
Vegeta snorted dubiously. Gohan raised an eyebrow, feeling a little doubtful himself, "A summoner? What do they do?"
"A lot!" Eiko piped, leaping up and down. "And I'll prove it to you if I have to!"
Zidane ignored the seven-year-old, "Summoners summon....well, Eidolons. But you won't know what those are.....Eidolons are, well, like monsters or beasts. No, that's crude. Dagger? A litle help?"
Dagger, still looking a little dazed, cleared her throat, "I'm not sure what's going on, but....I guess I can explain what an Eidolond it. They're great, elemental spirits that take the form of what they signify. For example, Ifrit is a demon of fire. Phoenix is a bird of flames, yet heals with her power. And Bahaumut....well, he has no element, he's....a dragon king, I suppose."
"That is your power?" Vegeta inquired, "You call upon dragons, and birds to do your dirty work?"
"Dirty work?" Eiko suddenly cried, "Don't make fun of summoners like that! Zidane, can I please cast Holy on him or something? He's really bothering me!"
"Oh, and they have white magic, too," the genome added, half-heartedly.
Vegeta regarded the two female summoners, and seemed to change his mind, "Forgive my sarcasm, but I agree. There is much to learn about each other. However, before I waste any more time on these trivial discussions, I want to make sure that what you people consider 'powerful' is enough. How about it? Who wants to spar?"
Gohan's jaw gaped in both surprise and anger, "Vegeta! You said you didn't spar with anyone but Kakkarot or Trunks!"
"I did," the saiya-jin prince admitted, and uncrossed his arms. "But this is more important, I believe."
Zidane, on the other hand, was simply more confused than he'd started out to be, "Spar? You want to fight one of us? Gee, I thought we were getting off to a good start, too. Well, I for one don't want to tangle without anyone I don't know."
Dagger hid her sarcasm, but her tone was clearly annoyed, "Coming from you, Zidane, that phrase seems strangely out of place."
"Hey!" he protested, glancing at her, "Don't tell me you're still mad about that. I said I was sorry. Why can't you get over it?"
"It seems I'm going to have to be the one to do it," said Amarant, suddenly. All eyes turned towards him, some surprised, others oblivious. "At least it'll pass the time until Steiner and the Qu to wake up."
"Good," said Vegeta, advancing on Amarant a few steps. The red-haired bandit clearly towered over the saiya-jin prince by nearly two feet, but the look in Vegeta's eyes was enough to amount to any height. His grin broadened, "We'll skip the warm-up, to make things quicker."
"I don't know, Vegeta...." Gohan's tone was flat. "He doesn't look like someone that knows how to fly, in the first place. But then again, that might not matter, judging by the look on his face."
"Well..." Vegeta eyed the tall bandit down. "Do you?"
Amarant snorted, "How to fly? Unlikely. Don't go telling me that you can fly, because that's where the limitations of my beliefs stop."
"Of course I can fly," There was a glint of humour in Vegeta's voice. "Even Goten knows how to fly. Can't you even get your own feet off the ground?"
Amarant stared, "I take it you're a very interesting specie."
"You are human, so that makes you all the more interesting," Vegeta replied, chuckling in his own way.
Amarant merely shrugged, "Not necessarily."
Zidane blinked, and pondered for a brief second. Did Amarant just say 'not necessarily' to the comment about him being interesting, or.....human? He shook his head, freeing the thought from any logic. No, of course not. That would be rather stupid, wouldn't it? Amarant not being human.....Of course he'd meant it the other way.
"Then," said Vegeta, smirking again, "I will not fly, to make it fair. Shall we being....Amarant?"
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(Well, it might be a bit short. It's just a chapter on discussing, you know, meeting each other. I'll have the next chapter up sooner than this one, I promise. I was working on 'Love's Own Bounty' so that's what stalled this one from being on time. The next chapter's gonna be interesting. Who you think is gonna win the match? Don't go automatically assuming. Vegeta is pretty strong, but Amarant has his own kind of magic, and technique....but will it be enough? *evil cackle* Find out on the next episode of Dragon Ball Z!!!! *echoes, like on television shows* All right, I'll stop that lol. Aidios, amigos!)
All right, I'm working on about.....six stories right now? Seing as I got an entire March break to write, I should get a considerable amount posted, doncha think? Well, I started two new fics, at least. One is Love's Own Bounty, and the other's Reunited. Sergundra's a priority, as well. Sigh. Well, That's four, anyway, which is fine with me. Hey, if you ever get bored, and you like Amarant or just any particular suspenseful/crappy writing, then you can always read Sergundra. Ehehe.....*falls over* Anyway....Less talk, more write!
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"Gohan!" Goten pleaded, tugging at his older brother's pantleg. "It's cold, and I wanna go home...."
"Not now, Goten," said Gohan through gritted teeth. He eyed his brother with a sympathetic look that clearly said 'Stay out of the way, in case you're hurt!' Goten, being a rather keen saiya-jin boy, got the message. Solemnly, he let go of the material he'd been clutching, and backed away from the group of confronting heroes (and heroines).
Gohan returned his attention to the group of strangers. He almost felt the same way Vegeta did -- these people didn't look very friendly. Well, perhaps the blonde man did.....but whomever the blonde-haired one was, he didn't look any older than himself. And the fact that he had a tail bothered him. Was this stanger a saiya-jin? What did this alien want with them?
Suddenly, the strange, rat-figured female spoke up, "Earth, it seems, is your home planet."
Before Gohan could even flinch to stop him, Vegeta huffed, "My home planet it Vegeta, destroyed a long time ago. These fools," he said bitterly, nodding at Gohan and the sulking Goten, "Belong on Earth. Now, tell me, where is Bulma and Trunks?"
"Bulma....and Trunks?" the blonde-haired one shook his head as he spoke. "I'm sorry, but we've never met anyone like that. Besides, we're not from this planet."
Vegeta smirked, "Oh really. And what planet ARE you from?"
The blonde-haired boy scratched the back of his neck, looking rather bothered, "Um, Gaia."
"Whoa," said the violet-haired girl, her pitched voice cutting through their converstation. "I don't know about the rest of you, but all this talk of a bunch of different worlds is confusing me. ONE world was enough to save. Now we're HERE, trying to save another, or whatnot. How many planets are there, anyway?"
"So the runt wants to know how many worlds there are," said Vegeta, scowling. "Hundreds. Thousands, perhaps. Too many to keep track of, certainly. You truly must be a primitive species to know that."
"Hey!" the girl cried offensively. "I may be seven, but I'm a summoner! Unless you want Fenrir to kick your hieny in, I'd be quiet if I were you!"
"I'm sorry," said Gohan, apologizing very hastily before Vegeta could do anything drastic. "Lately, he hasn't been this way, but since his wife and son....it's a long story. He's upset, that's all. What are your names?"
"His wife and son...." said the blonde-haired boy, pensively. Gohan thought that he had a note of doubt in his voice as well, be it vanished. "Well, I'm Zidane for starters. The noisy one is Eiko," he continued, ignoring the girl's nasty look. "This is Freya, and Dagger.....who seems to be unconscious, still. Quina, Steiner, Vivi.......and Amarant's the seven-foot, red-flamed hair, sinister-looking one. He and your friend already seem to have so much in common."
Vegeta's scowl turned into a grin, "Then he must be rather powerful, indeed."
Amarant stared intensely at Vegeta. Gohan swore he saw a glimmer of a smirk hang at the corner of his mouth, but once again, he decided that he must have been mistaken. 'Amarant' grunted, "Don't compare me to this loser, Zidane. That's the worse you can do."
"I would keep my tongue if you what is best," retorted the saiya-jin prince. "Unless you want me to trim that bush you call hair for you."
'Eiko' was the one, however, that took offense, "As if!" she quipped. "Amarant would have you begging for mercy before you could flinch!"
Vegeta was now smirking, "Is he that powerful?"
"I don't want to know," said Zidane, shaking his head. "Well, we told you our names. Isn't it fair if you introduced yourselves?"
"I'm-" Gohan began.
"Be silent," Vegeta suddenly stepped forward. "I don't trust them, Gohan. What if they are lying? Perhaps they do have Bulma and Trunks. We could be walking into another trap. Don't be so foolish."
"I don't know," said Gohan, looking from the group of 'Gaians', and then back at his mother, Krillin, and Piccolo, who were all peacefully lying in their stupored state. "Vegeta, I think they can help us."
"Vegeta," said Zidane, nodding his head in acknowledgement. "And Gohan and Goten. I don't think that you've realized it yet, but over the course of the past four minutes, you've revealed what your names are. But you don't have to worry, we're -- or I am a least -- just as confused as you are. All I want to know is where the nine 'Sealmrians' are."
Gohan watched as Vegeta's expression went blank, "There's more, then. Tell me, what is your purpose here?"
"I suppose it's the same as yours," said Zidane, shrugging. "You guys are looking for someone, right? Well, so are we.....in a way. Amarant here can tell you more than I can."
Amarant glared, "We don't even know who we're looking for. It's pathetic, isn't it?"
Vegeta's mouth curved into another smirk, "Sounds pathetic to me." Already, he was beginning to like this supposedly 'poweful' man. This 'Amarant' appeared to be to more mature, sensible of the bunch....so far.
"Uh...Zidane?"
A weak, feminine voice that belgonged to the motionless figure that Zidane had mentioned was 'Dagger', began to stir. She sat up, and rubbed her head, "Hmmm...? Zidane, are we on Terra?" Dagger got to her knees, and then her feet, wavering a little. She blinked, and tried to focus on her surroundings. "Who are these people? Why is Amarant here?"
"Didn't have much of a choice...." Amarant muttered.
"Dagger," said Zidane, almost cheerfully. "Meet Gohan, Vegeta, and the little guy over there with a stange hair is Goten. I think Gohan him are related, as far as I can tell."
Gohan laughed lightly, "He's my little brother," he explained. "My dad's supposed to be here, too, be he seems to be missing as well. The one he's sitting beside is my mom. Her name's ChiChi. And that's Piccolo and Krillin. They might look kind odd, but they're great guys."
The saiya-jin prince rolled his eyes. "You talk as if you've known them for years, Gohan," he growled. "Stop pestering them with this useless information. The sooner we can find Bulma and Trunks, the sooner we can leave. I, for one, want to meet up with Kakkarot again."
Zidane blinked, confused, "Kakkarot?"
Gohan sighed, "My dad," he explained, once again.
Now Zidane, instead of understanding, was more confused than ever. "I think we have a lot to discuss. Maybe we can help you, if you help us. Sound fair?"
"We don't want a handful of weaklings to slow us down," said Vegeta, abruptly. "If we are to, in fact, go together, I want to know how strong you are."
Zidane, yet again, scratched the back of his neck, appearing uncertain. "Um, yeah...Well, to be honest, I think that Vivi is the one here with strongest magic attacks. I'm not into that kind of stuff. Amarant does a bit of each, and both Eiko and Dagger are summoners."
Vegeta snorted dubiously. Gohan raised an eyebrow, feeling a little doubtful himself, "A summoner? What do they do?"
"A lot!" Eiko piped, leaping up and down. "And I'll prove it to you if I have to!"
Zidane ignored the seven-year-old, "Summoners summon....well, Eidolons. But you won't know what those are.....Eidolons are, well, like monsters or beasts. No, that's crude. Dagger? A litle help?"
Dagger, still looking a little dazed, cleared her throat, "I'm not sure what's going on, but....I guess I can explain what an Eidolond it. They're great, elemental spirits that take the form of what they signify. For example, Ifrit is a demon of fire. Phoenix is a bird of flames, yet heals with her power. And Bahaumut....well, he has no element, he's....a dragon king, I suppose."
"That is your power?" Vegeta inquired, "You call upon dragons, and birds to do your dirty work?"
"Dirty work?" Eiko suddenly cried, "Don't make fun of summoners like that! Zidane, can I please cast Holy on him or something? He's really bothering me!"
"Oh, and they have white magic, too," the genome added, half-heartedly.
Vegeta regarded the two female summoners, and seemed to change his mind, "Forgive my sarcasm, but I agree. There is much to learn about each other. However, before I waste any more time on these trivial discussions, I want to make sure that what you people consider 'powerful' is enough. How about it? Who wants to spar?"
Gohan's jaw gaped in both surprise and anger, "Vegeta! You said you didn't spar with anyone but Kakkarot or Trunks!"
"I did," the saiya-jin prince admitted, and uncrossed his arms. "But this is more important, I believe."
Zidane, on the other hand, was simply more confused than he'd started out to be, "Spar? You want to fight one of us? Gee, I thought we were getting off to a good start, too. Well, I for one don't want to tangle without anyone I don't know."
Dagger hid her sarcasm, but her tone was clearly annoyed, "Coming from you, Zidane, that phrase seems strangely out of place."
"Hey!" he protested, glancing at her, "Don't tell me you're still mad about that. I said I was sorry. Why can't you get over it?"
"It seems I'm going to have to be the one to do it," said Amarant, suddenly. All eyes turned towards him, some surprised, others oblivious. "At least it'll pass the time until Steiner and the Qu to wake up."
"Good," said Vegeta, advancing on Amarant a few steps. The red-haired bandit clearly towered over the saiya-jin prince by nearly two feet, but the look in Vegeta's eyes was enough to amount to any height. His grin broadened, "We'll skip the warm-up, to make things quicker."
"I don't know, Vegeta...." Gohan's tone was flat. "He doesn't look like someone that knows how to fly, in the first place. But then again, that might not matter, judging by the look on his face."
"Well..." Vegeta eyed the tall bandit down. "Do you?"
Amarant snorted, "How to fly? Unlikely. Don't go telling me that you can fly, because that's where the limitations of my beliefs stop."
"Of course I can fly," There was a glint of humour in Vegeta's voice. "Even Goten knows how to fly. Can't you even get your own feet off the ground?"
Amarant stared, "I take it you're a very interesting specie."
"You are human, so that makes you all the more interesting," Vegeta replied, chuckling in his own way.
Amarant merely shrugged, "Not necessarily."
Zidane blinked, and pondered for a brief second. Did Amarant just say 'not necessarily' to the comment about him being interesting, or.....human? He shook his head, freeing the thought from any logic. No, of course not. That would be rather stupid, wouldn't it? Amarant not being human.....Of course he'd meant it the other way.
"Then," said Vegeta, smirking again, "I will not fly, to make it fair. Shall we being....Amarant?"
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(Well, it might be a bit short. It's just a chapter on discussing, you know, meeting each other. I'll have the next chapter up sooner than this one, I promise. I was working on 'Love's Own Bounty' so that's what stalled this one from being on time. The next chapter's gonna be interesting. Who you think is gonna win the match? Don't go automatically assuming. Vegeta is pretty strong, but Amarant has his own kind of magic, and technique....but will it be enough? *evil cackle* Find out on the next episode of Dragon Ball Z!!!! *echoes, like on television shows* All right, I'll stop that lol. Aidios, amigos!)
