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 Seven
Earlier . . .
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.
My horse muscles felt no need to sit down, so I didn't. I walked around, munching on tree leaves that were now eye level.
On a sudden urge, I started trotting, and then a canter was in order. A flat out gallop got into my bones and my mane tossed in the wind as I surged over the ground.
'No,' I mentally said. 'Not mane. Hair. Raylin's hair.'
I started thinking about all of things I would miss. Suddenly, the air grew thick and syrupy. I concentrated on me, Raylin. My short black hair and blue eyes manifested in front of my very eyes. I was becoming myself again. Time stood still for me as I retransformed.
I suddenly had only two legs. I stumbled forward at the unexpected change of balance. My fingers touched damp grass and I fell to my knees. I was human again!
"Wow! Do it again!" said Kisike. It seemed that this was the way she reacted to strange and disturbing things that would make most people run away screaming. Except Kisike ran and screamed at no provocation.
"You seem full of surprises today," said a shocked Amanda.
"And we haven't even had lunch yet," remarked Keecha.
I ignored their comments and headed back into the house. Lunch followed and I was especially hungry. The rest of the day went without event. Kisike did, however, drink about three pots of coffee and couldn't go to sleep for two days.
***Three years pass ***
I gave the punching bag one last kick and took a break. I had been training twice a day since that fateful day that had brought me to the Son's. The major things I had learned were Super Saiya-jin Level 2, my own specialty attack, and most of Piccolo's and Goku's attacks. All for Cooler.
I scanned the horizon. Every day, I checked the skies to see if Cooler had come back for me . . . .
*Next day*
I flew over the plains with incredible speed. I was looking for dinner, preferably a fish. A column of smoke caught my eye. One of the small villages was on fire!
I zoomed over to find the troublemakers. Hovering above a large house was the sight I had been hoping to see for the last 3 years. Part of me had also been dreading it, but that part quickly disappeared as the image laughed evilly. I narrowed my eyes at him. Cooler.
(A/N: I know it's not long, but I like cliffhangers! I promise the next chapter will be longer and the final chapter!)
Chapter Seven
Earlier . . .
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.
My horse muscles felt no need to sit down, so I didn't. I walked around, munching on tree leaves that were now eye level.
On a sudden urge, I started trotting, and then a canter was in order. A flat out gallop got into my bones and my mane tossed in the wind as I surged over the ground.
'No,' I mentally said. 'Not mane. Hair. Raylin's hair.'
I started thinking about all of things I would miss. Suddenly, the air grew thick and syrupy. I concentrated on me, Raylin. My short black hair and blue eyes manifested in front of my very eyes. I was becoming myself again. Time stood still for me as I retransformed.
I suddenly had only two legs. I stumbled forward at the unexpected change of balance. My fingers touched damp grass and I fell to my knees. I was human again!
"Wow! Do it again!" said Kisike. It seemed that this was the way she reacted to strange and disturbing things that would make most people run away screaming. Except Kisike ran and screamed at no provocation.
"You seem full of surprises today," said a shocked Amanda.
"And we haven't even had lunch yet," remarked Keecha.
I ignored their comments and headed back into the house. Lunch followed and I was especially hungry. The rest of the day went without event. Kisike did, however, drink about three pots of coffee and couldn't go to sleep for two days.
***Three years pass ***
I gave the punching bag one last kick and took a break. I had been training twice a day since that fateful day that had brought me to the Son's. The major things I had learned were Super Saiya-jin Level 2, my own specialty attack, and most of Piccolo's and Goku's attacks. All for Cooler.
I scanned the horizon. Every day, I checked the skies to see if Cooler had come back for me . . . .
*Next day*
I flew over the plains with incredible speed. I was looking for dinner, preferably a fish. A column of smoke caught my eye. One of the small villages was on fire!
I zoomed over to find the troublemakers. Hovering above a large house was the sight I had been hoping to see for the last 3 years. Part of me had also been dreading it, but that part quickly disappeared as the image laughed evilly. I narrowed my eyes at him. Cooler.
(A/N: I know it's not long, but I like cliffhangers! I promise the next chapter will be longer and the final chapter!)