Raylin: This is just to tell all of you suspicious people out there that I
don't own DBZ or any other best-selling series of any kind. So would you
stop sending your lawyers to my front door!
Chapter Six
Earlier.
I quickly grabbed her shoulder with my right hand, her middle with my left and flipped her. I caught her ankle as she came down and held her in midair. It was the same move Piccolo had used to neutralize me.
"You learn quickly," whispered Piccolo in my ear. He must have snuck up on me while I was busy with Amanda.
"Let. Me. DOWN!" howled Amanda, her face red.
"Only if you promise not to be mean," said Kisike in a parental tone.
"Okay, okay. You can put me down now," sighed Amanda. I slowly lowered her until her outstretched hands touched the ground. Amanda rolled to her feet and dusted herself off while trying to look intimidating. It wasn't very successful.
"Do you want to learn how to fly?" asked Keecha.
"Yeah!" Flying had looked so free, so easy.
"Okay then. First, you ummm . . .Well, you . . . You have to . . . no. . . " Gohan puzzled over the right words. I looked to Piccolo expectantly, but it was Keecha who explained.
"You know how you form a ki blast? How you find that inner power? Well, just take it out and shove it into the ground really hard. But don't think about making the dirt crack open, just try to make it push hard enough to get you off of the ground. You'll get used to it. Simply think about getting your feet off the ground," she said calmly, like this was common knowledge.
I concentrated, ignoring everybody else zooming around my head. They were saying things like 'See?' and 'It's easy!'. Only Piccolo stayed on the ground to watch me struggle.
Slowly, as if they were reluctant, my feet rose from the ground. I hovered a few inches off of the ground, testing the new setting. I slid left and right, not leaning, but pushing the air at an angle. I shot up like a rocket, free as a bird.
"Yah! You've got it!" said Gohan as he raced by.
"Wanna race?" said Amanda.
"Yeah!" I said and looked at the horizon.
"How about to the big boulder and back?" said Keecha. I could barely see the landmark at the edge of the horizon.
"Okay." We all lined up at one of the not-so-collapsed rafters.
"Ready. Set. Goat! Hee hee. Ready. Set. Goal! I'm okay. On your mark, get set, GO!" kidded Kisike.
We shot past the house. Everybody was intent on their goal. Slowly, Gohan, Kisike and I edged past Keecha and Amanda. We were halfway to the big rock when Keecha brought forth a large burst of energy and sprinted past us. At this unexpected attack, the rest of us tore forward to catch up with Keecha. I stayed back, pacing myself. I was saving the big sprint for later, at the end of the race.
I pretended that I was a mighty racehorse on a track. My sides were full of movement and my great lungs filled to the maximum on each breath. I was the essence of motion. I was running over 20 miles and hour, and somehow, I still managed to look magnificent as if time stood still for me. I noticed that I was now looking at a fairly slow race. I could outdistance these weak mules! I was an Arabian thoroughbred and proud of it.
Moving forward was like running in water up to your neck. I was stuck and was moving only a little at a time. Once I cleared Amanda, it was a little clearer. Keecha and Gohan were eventually passed before we reached the rock. Kisike and I were neck to neck as we turned on the milestone.
Centrifugal force helped me cut the corner. The molasses was now like hot syrup, not too easy, but easier than sludge. I shot forward like a rocket and could practically feel my pounding hooves below me. They hit the earth harder and faster until I realized that I wasn't on the ground. My imagination took over as the mighty horse grew wings. I leaned, unable to control my awkward movements. Kisike sidled beside me. Gohan wasn't far behind. I recognized that I was faster without the wings. I just needed to make the earth closer to me. The Arabian didn't know what to do in the air.
I felt a gigantic pull and suddenly there was ground below me. I pounded my hooves onto the packed dirt and leaned my head forward. The muscles in my shoulders were aching; they had never run this far before. My lungs burned with every breath and my thighs were in tremendous pain. I was sure that I had pulled a muscle in my left fetlock. (A/N: Look up what these horse terms if you don't know what they are. It will help you understand what I'm talking about!) Wind whipped between my poll and right gaskin stung. I was at the end of the race, thank goodness. I felt ready to fall apart.
I glanced a look behind me. Kisike and Gohan were not too far back, but both had shocked expressions on their faces. 'They probably thought I wouldn't win my first race,' I thought.
I leaned into the wind for the last 20 feet. 15 . . .10 . . . 5 . . . there. I had won!
My sides heaved and my cannons throbbed with pain. My muzzle was damp with sweat and my nostrils flared whenever I breathed. But I was happy. I had triumphed! Over people older and more experienced than I! I pranced around with my hooves held high.
Hooves? Why did I have hooves? I looked down at my feet, bending a very long, very extended neck. I looked with eyes on either side of my head. I was a horse!
Chichi called to us. "Kids! Time for lunch!"
When no one answered, she came to the doorway.
"I said, time for---" Chichi trailed off. "Oh my."
I was standing on a hill that had not existed 5 minutes ago. I guessed that the land had rolled with me to hold up my horse legs. So here I was, standing on a hill that rose above the house by a few yards, an Arabian horse no less.
"Horsey!" yelled Kisike. Kisike ran up to me and everybody else stared. Even me.
"Nice horsey, nice horsey," soothed Kisike. It was very calming. It was hard not to relax. I fought the natural instinct and glared at Kisike. I kept my head towards her and stayed a few feet away. Wherever I moved, the hill moved with me.
"Kisike, that's Raylin. Not a horsey. Raylin. With a really long face," said Gohan.
"And two too many legs!"
"She gained a few pounds!"
"And hair!"
Amanda, Gohan, and Keecha were laughing at my predicament. I snorted at them as a threat to run them over.
"Raylin?" asked Kisike. I nodded my large head.
"Raylin, will you let me ride you?" My ears went back and I showed my teeth. Most definitely not!
"I remember something like this happened in a series I read. It was called Animorphs. Pretty good books. I collected all 54 of them," said Keecha, totally irrelevant.
"What a wonderful horse! Where did you kids find it?" Goku had joined us.
"Where's Raylin?" asked Piccolo. His eyes targeted on the horse and narrowed suspiciously.
Goku tried to walk up the hill, but it was very steep. He squashed some pansies in the process.
"My pansies!" shrieked Chichi.
"Oops. Sorry Chichi," said Goku, grimacing. He flew up to me and started rubbing my forelock with one hand and holding my muzzle in the other.
"Can we keep it?" said Goku. I sighed, remembering those words. (A/N: If you don't know what I'm talking about, read chapter one again. ;P )
"I don't know Goku. I want to know where it came from first. It might have diseases and ticks and fleas-" Chichi trailed off.
"Raylin. Please change back into your normal form now," said Piccolo.
"Raylin? Where is that girl? I bet she causing trouble right now. Did she steal the horse?" asked Chichi.
I concentrated on Raylin, me, not the horse, but nothing happened. I looked at Piccolo and sighed. He knew what I meant.
"Piccolo, it likes you!" said Chichi.
As I didn't know what to do, I took things one at a time. First, the hill. I focused on making the ground go back to its previous position. It shrunk down to the rest of the dirt and stayed there. I was still a horse, though. I thought about that, imaging my Saiyan body. It was futile. I was still a horse and it looked like I would be for the rest of my life.
Chapter Six
Earlier.
I quickly grabbed her shoulder with my right hand, her middle with my left and flipped her. I caught her ankle as she came down and held her in midair. It was the same move Piccolo had used to neutralize me.
"You learn quickly," whispered Piccolo in my ear. He must have snuck up on me while I was busy with Amanda.
"Let. Me. DOWN!" howled Amanda, her face red.
"Only if you promise not to be mean," said Kisike in a parental tone.
"Okay, okay. You can put me down now," sighed Amanda. I slowly lowered her until her outstretched hands touched the ground. Amanda rolled to her feet and dusted herself off while trying to look intimidating. It wasn't very successful.
"Do you want to learn how to fly?" asked Keecha.
"Yeah!" Flying had looked so free, so easy.
"Okay then. First, you ummm . . .Well, you . . . You have to . . . no. . . " Gohan puzzled over the right words. I looked to Piccolo expectantly, but it was Keecha who explained.
"You know how you form a ki blast? How you find that inner power? Well, just take it out and shove it into the ground really hard. But don't think about making the dirt crack open, just try to make it push hard enough to get you off of the ground. You'll get used to it. Simply think about getting your feet off the ground," she said calmly, like this was common knowledge.
I concentrated, ignoring everybody else zooming around my head. They were saying things like 'See?' and 'It's easy!'. Only Piccolo stayed on the ground to watch me struggle.
Slowly, as if they were reluctant, my feet rose from the ground. I hovered a few inches off of the ground, testing the new setting. I slid left and right, not leaning, but pushing the air at an angle. I shot up like a rocket, free as a bird.
"Yah! You've got it!" said Gohan as he raced by.
"Wanna race?" said Amanda.
"Yeah!" I said and looked at the horizon.
"How about to the big boulder and back?" said Keecha. I could barely see the landmark at the edge of the horizon.
"Okay." We all lined up at one of the not-so-collapsed rafters.
"Ready. Set. Goat! Hee hee. Ready. Set. Goal! I'm okay. On your mark, get set, GO!" kidded Kisike.
We shot past the house. Everybody was intent on their goal. Slowly, Gohan, Kisike and I edged past Keecha and Amanda. We were halfway to the big rock when Keecha brought forth a large burst of energy and sprinted past us. At this unexpected attack, the rest of us tore forward to catch up with Keecha. I stayed back, pacing myself. I was saving the big sprint for later, at the end of the race.
I pretended that I was a mighty racehorse on a track. My sides were full of movement and my great lungs filled to the maximum on each breath. I was the essence of motion. I was running over 20 miles and hour, and somehow, I still managed to look magnificent as if time stood still for me. I noticed that I was now looking at a fairly slow race. I could outdistance these weak mules! I was an Arabian thoroughbred and proud of it.
Moving forward was like running in water up to your neck. I was stuck and was moving only a little at a time. Once I cleared Amanda, it was a little clearer. Keecha and Gohan were eventually passed before we reached the rock. Kisike and I were neck to neck as we turned on the milestone.
Centrifugal force helped me cut the corner. The molasses was now like hot syrup, not too easy, but easier than sludge. I shot forward like a rocket and could practically feel my pounding hooves below me. They hit the earth harder and faster until I realized that I wasn't on the ground. My imagination took over as the mighty horse grew wings. I leaned, unable to control my awkward movements. Kisike sidled beside me. Gohan wasn't far behind. I recognized that I was faster without the wings. I just needed to make the earth closer to me. The Arabian didn't know what to do in the air.
I felt a gigantic pull and suddenly there was ground below me. I pounded my hooves onto the packed dirt and leaned my head forward. The muscles in my shoulders were aching; they had never run this far before. My lungs burned with every breath and my thighs were in tremendous pain. I was sure that I had pulled a muscle in my left fetlock. (A/N: Look up what these horse terms if you don't know what they are. It will help you understand what I'm talking about!) Wind whipped between my poll and right gaskin stung. I was at the end of the race, thank goodness. I felt ready to fall apart.
I glanced a look behind me. Kisike and Gohan were not too far back, but both had shocked expressions on their faces. 'They probably thought I wouldn't win my first race,' I thought.
I leaned into the wind for the last 20 feet. 15 . . .10 . . . 5 . . . there. I had won!
My sides heaved and my cannons throbbed with pain. My muzzle was damp with sweat and my nostrils flared whenever I breathed. But I was happy. I had triumphed! Over people older and more experienced than I! I pranced around with my hooves held high.
Hooves? Why did I have hooves? I looked down at my feet, bending a very long, very extended neck. I looked with eyes on either side of my head. I was a horse!
Chichi called to us. "Kids! Time for lunch!"
When no one answered, she came to the doorway.
"I said, time for---" Chichi trailed off. "Oh my."
I was standing on a hill that had not existed 5 minutes ago. I guessed that the land had rolled with me to hold up my horse legs. So here I was, standing on a hill that rose above the house by a few yards, an Arabian horse no less.
"Horsey!" yelled Kisike. Kisike ran up to me and everybody else stared. Even me.
"Nice horsey, nice horsey," soothed Kisike. It was very calming. It was hard not to relax. I fought the natural instinct and glared at Kisike. I kept my head towards her and stayed a few feet away. Wherever I moved, the hill moved with me.
"Kisike, that's Raylin. Not a horsey. Raylin. With a really long face," said Gohan.
"And two too many legs!"
"She gained a few pounds!"
"And hair!"
Amanda, Gohan, and Keecha were laughing at my predicament. I snorted at them as a threat to run them over.
"Raylin?" asked Kisike. I nodded my large head.
"Raylin, will you let me ride you?" My ears went back and I showed my teeth. Most definitely not!
"I remember something like this happened in a series I read. It was called Animorphs. Pretty good books. I collected all 54 of them," said Keecha, totally irrelevant.
"What a wonderful horse! Where did you kids find it?" Goku had joined us.
"Where's Raylin?" asked Piccolo. His eyes targeted on the horse and narrowed suspiciously.
Goku tried to walk up the hill, but it was very steep. He squashed some pansies in the process.
"My pansies!" shrieked Chichi.
"Oops. Sorry Chichi," said Goku, grimacing. He flew up to me and started rubbing my forelock with one hand and holding my muzzle in the other.
"Can we keep it?" said Goku. I sighed, remembering those words. (A/N: If you don't know what I'm talking about, read chapter one again. ;P )
"I don't know Goku. I want to know where it came from first. It might have diseases and ticks and fleas-" Chichi trailed off.
"Raylin. Please change back into your normal form now," said Piccolo.
"Raylin? Where is that girl? I bet she causing trouble right now. Did she steal the horse?" asked Chichi.
I concentrated on Raylin, me, not the horse, but nothing happened. I looked at Piccolo and sighed. He knew what I meant.
"Piccolo, it likes you!" said Chichi.
As I didn't know what to do, I took things one at a time. First, the hill. I focused on making the ground go back to its previous position. It shrunk down to the rest of the dirt and stayed there. I was still a horse, though. I thought about that, imaging my Saiyan body. It was futile. I was still a horse and it looked like I would be for the rest of my life.