Disclaimer: Heyo chicos!! I don't own DBZ or any of the characters. However, I do own Hestia Starlae and any other original characters. Sutea Takata and the Hope Stone are owned by trunksgrl06. Also, this is a joint fic. The ideas are both trunksgrl06's and mine.
Hey guys! trunksgf513 here!! Yeah, it's me, but I'm under a joint sn. Anyway, the sequel for Saiya-jin Invasion is here!! Why did it take so long? Well, to tell ya the truth, I ran outta ideas . . . for a few months! Talk about writer's block, it was writer's mountain!! ^^' Thankfully my good friend (and joint penname sharer) trunksgrl06 suggested an idea that I like, and I know you'll like. ^.~ So, I must give credit where it is due. Therefore, I would like you all to know that trunksgrl06 is givin' sum ideas for this fic, so in a way it's a joint effort. Hehe . . . oh Enana, where would I be without you?!!
Ages (three years have passed since the end of Saiya-jin Invasion):
Hestia - 19
Trunks - 21
Sutea - 18
Goten - 20
Title: Haunting Dreams, part I of A Saiya-jin Odessey
Author: trunksgf513 (with the help of trunksgrl06 ^-^)
Trunks stood in the middle of nowhere, darkness totally surrounding him. He turned around slowly, eyes straining to see anything that would give away where he was. A sound caught his attention, causing him to turn in its direction. Light slowly faded into view, followed by a picture. He squinted. What was it? He took a step closer. It was too blurry to tell, and the figures were smeared together. Something moved in the picture, causing Trunks to start.
What in hell? he thought, trying to look closer.
Slowly the picture came into view, revealing someone sitting against a wall. A figure stepped in front of the person before Trunks could get a clear view. Their posterior and strong legs remained perfectly still as a mumbling was heard, followed by loud laughter. He guessed it was the man standing in front of the sitting person, for the latter didn't move at all.
The person on the ground grunted and mumbled something, earning a kick from the standing man. After a few curses the man left, revealing to Trunks who the sitting man was. He tensed immediately, his heart momentarily stopping.
It can't be . . .
Trunks gulped and took a few steps closer until it felt like he stood right in front of the figure. It was chained to the wall, head bowed and body unnaturally thin. What was once muscle was now merely skin and bone. Their hair had long since lost its shine due to lack of bathing, and their clothes were ripped and torn. Slowly the figure looked up, their hollow eyes boring into Trunks.
"T-Trunks, where have you been?" it asked, its voice cracked and hoarse. Trunks took a few steps back, eyes wide and breathing erratic.
"F-Father?" he whispered.
Suddenly something hit the ground next to Vegeta, threatening to hurt him. Trunks looked over to see the man from before smirking, finger held out as a constant stream of ki flowed out of it towards Vegeta. Slowly the beam moved to Vegeta's leg, causing a wound. Blood began to collect on the tattered fabric surrounding it, causing the once mighty king to release a full-throated scream.
"No!!" Trunks yelled, kicking off the ground to punch the man. To his surprise, however, he passed right through the guard, unable to save his father.
His father screamed loudly, head thrown back and fists clenched from the pain he experienced. The yell echoed as the picture faded, leaving Trunks to scream for his father helplessly.
Trunks sat bolt upright, right fist clutching the sheet as he breathed heavily. Sweat adorned his brow and his body felt as though it were on fire. He looked around slowly to find himself in his bedroom, everything where it was supposed to be. Rather quickly his eyes moved to his right, where Hestia lay, sleeping. His breathing calmed as he watched her, trying to assure himself everything was alright.
He got up moments later, walking to the window to stare into the night sky. Randomly he picked a star and stared at it, the brightness of it against the black sky mesmerizing him. A gentle breeze began, cooling his burning skin the instant it touched it. He closed his eyes, allowing some strands of lavender hair to slide across his face.
"Trunks?" a soft voice asked behind him, jolting him out of his musing. He turned his head to see Hestia leaning on one elbow, rubbing her eye with her free hand. "You alright?" He faked a smile and turned back around.
"Yeah, I'm fine." he said softly.
"You sure?" Hestia queried.
"Yeah." Trunks replied. A chuckle sounded behind him, causing the smile he wore to become genuine. She always knew when he was lying.
"Whatever you say, Honey." Hestia groaned before settling back down. She purposely sighed loudly, trying to catch his attention. "Come back here. I'm cold."
"Nah. I'm good." Trunks teased. Hestia pouted.
"Come on. Pleaaaase?" she pleaded.
Her mate turned around and smirked at her, sending a chill rolling down her spine. He had a way of doing that to her. Slowly he walked towards her, stopping once he reached the edge of the bed. After staring at her for a while he climbed onto the bed and crawled over to Hestia, halting right beside her. She reached up and brushed some hair out of his face, only to have the strands return to their former positions.
"I love you, you know that, right?" Trunks whispered. Hestia's smile faded as she looked into his eyes. Something was bothering him.
"Of course I do." she said softly. "Why? What's wrong?" Trunks only smiled and leant down, kissing her quickly.
"Nothing." he whispered, returning to his side of the bed. A few seconds after he settled down he felt the bed shake slightly as she moved to snuggle against him. He welcomed her with an open arm, exhaling deeply when she laid her head on his chest.
"Tell me soon, okay? I don't like it when you get like this." Hestia whispered, drawing shapes on his chest. "It makes me worried." He smiled sadly and kissed her head.
"I'll tell you later." he promised. She snuggled against him again, sighing softly.
"Goodnight, Trunks. I love you." Hestia mumbled softly.
"I love you, too." Trunks replied, tightening his grip around her. His eyes remained glued to the ceiling as she fell asleep, thinking about the dream he had just had.
That couldn't have been Father. He's dead. It's been three years. He sighed quietly and looked down at Hestia's serene face. So much has happened in three years. Gently he began to caress her side, pulling soft sighs from her as she was slowly dragged out of her dreams.
"Trunks, stop it." she mumbled, moving her hand on his chest.
He chuckled and stopped moving, watching as her eyelids flutter in semi-awakeness. As she stretched she draped her right arm across him so it reached his left shoulder. She pulled herself up a little, adjusting herself before slowly drifting off to sleep.
Trunks stared at her, watching as her breathing evened out and her body relaxed between his arm and body. His thoughts drifted back to the strange dream he had just had about his father and he frowned, unconsciously pulling Hestia closer to him. Though he may not often admit it, she was all he had left. A planet, power, interplanetary conquests and such didn't compare to what he had found in her. She was his world. She was all he had left of family, as he was to her.
Slowly Trunks' head turned towards the large window he had been staring out of earlier. A shuddering sigh exited his mouth as he tried to control his emotions. Though Vegeta had never been the perfect father or best role model, he had taught him everything he had known and refused to let him give up. Through his tough love and constant critisism Trunks had grown to be what he was now - a powerful king with countless empires and powerful armies at his feet.
Vegeta did have his flaws, though. For one the king had never shown any real emotion, since he had been imprisoned on Frieza's ship for most of his teenage years before defeating the tyrant and returning to his homeworld. By then the young prince had been beaten and abused so much that he didn't know anything of kind words or emotions. So how could he pass them on to his son? Trunks sighed. Oh well, that was the way it was.
His attention returned to Hestia when she shifted on him, sliding her hand down to his waist, almost hugging him. Some hair slipped into her face, causing her nose to twitch each time a strand would make contact with it. Trunks gently tucked the hairs behind her ear, smiling at her faintly. All he had was her . . . he couldn't let anything happen to her.
"I'll protect you." Trunks promised. "I swear I will." She softly moaned in her sleep and he chuckled a little, moving his head to stare at the ceiling. Sleep came rather quickly to him, dulling his senses and sending him once more into a deep slumber.
A figure slowly opened the door and peeked in, scanning the room until it saw its target: the king of Vegeta-sei lying on his bed. Cautiously the person entered, closing the door silently behind him. As quietly as possible the small figure padded towards the bed, trying to hold his mirth. This would be funny. He couldn't wait to hear the king scream like a girl.
At last he reached the bed, climbing on top of it as quietly and softly as possible so as not to disturb the sleeping king. Accidentally his hand brushed Trunks' arm and the king groaned, moving his arm above his forehead.
"Hes . . . ti . . . a." he mumbled softly. The person almost giggled, the thought of the king thinking of him as Hestia almost too much for him to bear. He positioned himself beside Trunks, where Hestia usually lay. He smirked and took a deep breath.
"UNCLE TRUUUUUUNKS!!!!! WA - "
He couldn't speak any more, for in a matter of seconds he was pinned against the bed by his neck. A gargle of half-fear, half-surprise escaped his throat when he saw the dangerous sneer and ki blast in the king's hand. Trunks relaxed moments later, crossing his arms and glaring sternly at the young boy.
"Rado! What are you doing in here?!" he snapped. Suddenly the bathroom door slammed open, a towel-clad Hestia standing in the doorway.
"Trunks, are you alright?" she asked quickly. Her eyes flit to the five-year-old that sat smiling on the bed. "What's going on?"
"This little brat decided to wake me up, and rather rudely." Trunks growled. Hestia sighed and leaned against the doorframe.
"Dende. By the way that scream sounded I thought someone was dying." she said, relieved. Rado giggled.
"It's okay, Aunt Hestia. I wouldn't kill Uncle Trunks, even though I'm much stronger than him." he said with the confidence of youth.
"And I'm sure you could." Hestia said, re-entering the bathroom. "I'll be right out."
"Okay!!" Rado called. He looked at Trunks, who was still staring at him sternly. "So, how'd you sleep?"
"Fine until you came." Trunks growled, getting off the bed and scratching the back of his head.
"Have any good dreams?" Rado asked innocently. Trunks froze, memories of last night's dream returning to him. Not waiting for the king to answer, the young boy continued. "I had one. I was fighting this really strange-looking guy. He had these blue wings and big green eyes and he was really strong, but I was a lot stronger and I beat him and he begged for mercy but I told him no cuz he was a bully and deserved to die, so I - "
"I'm done." Hestia said, stepping out of the bathroom with her dried hair falling neatly to her shoulderblades.
She wore a pair of denim-like shorts and a black tank top, both of which were specially tailored to her taste, since she didn't really like the Saiya-jin style of clothing. Trunks rubbed his eyes sleepily and frowned at her. She only smiled and made her way to her dresser, opening a drawer and pulling out a pair of socks. The still-drowsy king sat on the edge of the bed, face in his hands. The door opened, causing all three to look over. A young girl stood in the doorway, short spiky black hair complimenting her dainty face.
"Rado, I was wondering where you were! Mother's going to have a fit when she finds out you ran away again!!" she shouted. "She may even take away your training privaledges!"
"Nooo." Rado whined. The girl looked around, for the first time noticing Trunks and Hestia in the room. She gasped and fell to her left knee, right hand over her heart.
"My King, my Queen." she said softly, head facing the ground.
"Oh come on, Pota. You can call us Uncle Trunks and Aunt Hestia." Hestia said amiably, tucking some hair behind her ear.
"I know, but Mother told me to start addressing you properly." Pota said, standing up.
"I knew your father, Pota. We were very close, in fact. There is no need for you to talk to me formally unless in public." Trunks said, running a hand through his hair.
"Alright." she said softly. Hestia smiled and crossed her arms, leaning against the dresser.
"It's been a while since I've seen you, Pota." she stated, looking the girl up and down. "You've gotten very pretty." A pink blush touched her cheeks and she shifted nervously.
"Thank you, Aunt Hestia." she said softly. Trunks yawned loudly, looking at the time.
"8:32?" He groaned, falling back on the bed. Rado giggled as it bounced, sending him toppling off. "We have a meeting this afternoon." Hestia sighed and looked at Pota.
"I guess you and Rado better be going." she said, walking over to Noino and picking him up. He giggled happily as Hestia pretended to almost drop him, catching him just before he hit the ground. Gently she set him down next to his sister. "I'll see you guys later, okay?"
"Okay. Goodbye." Pota said politely, bowing. Rado giggled and tried to imitate his sister's bow. Unfortunately he lost his balance and fell to the floor, smiling widely as his small tail moved lazily behind him. Around her waist Pota's twitched, showing her anxiety. "I swear, Rado." she mumbled, taking his hand and practically dragging him out of the room.
"Bye-bye!!!!" Rado called before his sister closed the door between them and the royal pair. Hestia chuckled and turned to look at Trunks, who was watching her skeptically.
"What?" she asked, moving back to the dresser and closing the drawer she had left open.
"You want one, don't you?" he questioned softly. Hestia turned around to look at him.
"One what?" she replied, confused.
"A brat." Trunks stated bluntly. Hestia bit her lip and walked into the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with her folded pajamas and a wet towel. The king remained silent as he watched her throw the clothes in the hamper.
"I do, but later." Hestia answered softly. "I don't think I'm ready yet." The creaking of the bed was heard as Trunks stood up.
"It's alright. I feel the same way." Trunks said, causing Hestia to turn around. He was staring at his reflection, emotionless. She smirked.
"That's funny. The way you act sometimes I swear you're trying to get me pregnant." Hestia joked. However, Trunks didn't chuckle.
"Not yet. It just doesn't feel right right now." Trunks mumbled, completely ignoring what she had just said. Hestia watched him walk into the bathroom, confused.
"What's up with him?" she asked herself. Shrugging, she continued to get dressed.
A/N: Well, there's the first chapter. Sorry if it was a lil borin. The intros to my story's sometimes are. ^^' Anyway, hope that was enough to pique your interest. ^.~ If you wanna b on a mailin list, just leave your email address in your review.
Please review!!
Hey guys! trunksgf513 here!! Yeah, it's me, but I'm under a joint sn. Anyway, the sequel for Saiya-jin Invasion is here!! Why did it take so long? Well, to tell ya the truth, I ran outta ideas . . . for a few months! Talk about writer's block, it was writer's mountain!! ^^' Thankfully my good friend (and joint penname sharer) trunksgrl06 suggested an idea that I like, and I know you'll like. ^.~ So, I must give credit where it is due. Therefore, I would like you all to know that trunksgrl06 is givin' sum ideas for this fic, so in a way it's a joint effort. Hehe . . . oh Enana, where would I be without you?!!
Ages (three years have passed since the end of Saiya-jin Invasion):
Hestia - 19
Trunks - 21
Sutea - 18
Goten - 20
Title: Haunting Dreams, part I of A Saiya-jin Odessey
Author: trunksgf513 (with the help of trunksgrl06 ^-^)
Trunks stood in the middle of nowhere, darkness totally surrounding him. He turned around slowly, eyes straining to see anything that would give away where he was. A sound caught his attention, causing him to turn in its direction. Light slowly faded into view, followed by a picture. He squinted. What was it? He took a step closer. It was too blurry to tell, and the figures were smeared together. Something moved in the picture, causing Trunks to start.
What in hell? he thought, trying to look closer.
Slowly the picture came into view, revealing someone sitting against a wall. A figure stepped in front of the person before Trunks could get a clear view. Their posterior and strong legs remained perfectly still as a mumbling was heard, followed by loud laughter. He guessed it was the man standing in front of the sitting person, for the latter didn't move at all.
The person on the ground grunted and mumbled something, earning a kick from the standing man. After a few curses the man left, revealing to Trunks who the sitting man was. He tensed immediately, his heart momentarily stopping.
It can't be . . .
Trunks gulped and took a few steps closer until it felt like he stood right in front of the figure. It was chained to the wall, head bowed and body unnaturally thin. What was once muscle was now merely skin and bone. Their hair had long since lost its shine due to lack of bathing, and their clothes were ripped and torn. Slowly the figure looked up, their hollow eyes boring into Trunks.
"T-Trunks, where have you been?" it asked, its voice cracked and hoarse. Trunks took a few steps back, eyes wide and breathing erratic.
"F-Father?" he whispered.
Suddenly something hit the ground next to Vegeta, threatening to hurt him. Trunks looked over to see the man from before smirking, finger held out as a constant stream of ki flowed out of it towards Vegeta. Slowly the beam moved to Vegeta's leg, causing a wound. Blood began to collect on the tattered fabric surrounding it, causing the once mighty king to release a full-throated scream.
"No!!" Trunks yelled, kicking off the ground to punch the man. To his surprise, however, he passed right through the guard, unable to save his father.
His father screamed loudly, head thrown back and fists clenched from the pain he experienced. The yell echoed as the picture faded, leaving Trunks to scream for his father helplessly.
Trunks sat bolt upright, right fist clutching the sheet as he breathed heavily. Sweat adorned his brow and his body felt as though it were on fire. He looked around slowly to find himself in his bedroom, everything where it was supposed to be. Rather quickly his eyes moved to his right, where Hestia lay, sleeping. His breathing calmed as he watched her, trying to assure himself everything was alright.
He got up moments later, walking to the window to stare into the night sky. Randomly he picked a star and stared at it, the brightness of it against the black sky mesmerizing him. A gentle breeze began, cooling his burning skin the instant it touched it. He closed his eyes, allowing some strands of lavender hair to slide across his face.
"Trunks?" a soft voice asked behind him, jolting him out of his musing. He turned his head to see Hestia leaning on one elbow, rubbing her eye with her free hand. "You alright?" He faked a smile and turned back around.
"Yeah, I'm fine." he said softly.
"You sure?" Hestia queried.
"Yeah." Trunks replied. A chuckle sounded behind him, causing the smile he wore to become genuine. She always knew when he was lying.
"Whatever you say, Honey." Hestia groaned before settling back down. She purposely sighed loudly, trying to catch his attention. "Come back here. I'm cold."
"Nah. I'm good." Trunks teased. Hestia pouted.
"Come on. Pleaaaase?" she pleaded.
Her mate turned around and smirked at her, sending a chill rolling down her spine. He had a way of doing that to her. Slowly he walked towards her, stopping once he reached the edge of the bed. After staring at her for a while he climbed onto the bed and crawled over to Hestia, halting right beside her. She reached up and brushed some hair out of his face, only to have the strands return to their former positions.
"I love you, you know that, right?" Trunks whispered. Hestia's smile faded as she looked into his eyes. Something was bothering him.
"Of course I do." she said softly. "Why? What's wrong?" Trunks only smiled and leant down, kissing her quickly.
"Nothing." he whispered, returning to his side of the bed. A few seconds after he settled down he felt the bed shake slightly as she moved to snuggle against him. He welcomed her with an open arm, exhaling deeply when she laid her head on his chest.
"Tell me soon, okay? I don't like it when you get like this." Hestia whispered, drawing shapes on his chest. "It makes me worried." He smiled sadly and kissed her head.
"I'll tell you later." he promised. She snuggled against him again, sighing softly.
"Goodnight, Trunks. I love you." Hestia mumbled softly.
"I love you, too." Trunks replied, tightening his grip around her. His eyes remained glued to the ceiling as she fell asleep, thinking about the dream he had just had.
That couldn't have been Father. He's dead. It's been three years. He sighed quietly and looked down at Hestia's serene face. So much has happened in three years. Gently he began to caress her side, pulling soft sighs from her as she was slowly dragged out of her dreams.
"Trunks, stop it." she mumbled, moving her hand on his chest.
He chuckled and stopped moving, watching as her eyelids flutter in semi-awakeness. As she stretched she draped her right arm across him so it reached his left shoulder. She pulled herself up a little, adjusting herself before slowly drifting off to sleep.
Trunks stared at her, watching as her breathing evened out and her body relaxed between his arm and body. His thoughts drifted back to the strange dream he had just had about his father and he frowned, unconsciously pulling Hestia closer to him. Though he may not often admit it, she was all he had left. A planet, power, interplanetary conquests and such didn't compare to what he had found in her. She was his world. She was all he had left of family, as he was to her.
Slowly Trunks' head turned towards the large window he had been staring out of earlier. A shuddering sigh exited his mouth as he tried to control his emotions. Though Vegeta had never been the perfect father or best role model, he had taught him everything he had known and refused to let him give up. Through his tough love and constant critisism Trunks had grown to be what he was now - a powerful king with countless empires and powerful armies at his feet.
Vegeta did have his flaws, though. For one the king had never shown any real emotion, since he had been imprisoned on Frieza's ship for most of his teenage years before defeating the tyrant and returning to his homeworld. By then the young prince had been beaten and abused so much that he didn't know anything of kind words or emotions. So how could he pass them on to his son? Trunks sighed. Oh well, that was the way it was.
His attention returned to Hestia when she shifted on him, sliding her hand down to his waist, almost hugging him. Some hair slipped into her face, causing her nose to twitch each time a strand would make contact with it. Trunks gently tucked the hairs behind her ear, smiling at her faintly. All he had was her . . . he couldn't let anything happen to her.
"I'll protect you." Trunks promised. "I swear I will." She softly moaned in her sleep and he chuckled a little, moving his head to stare at the ceiling. Sleep came rather quickly to him, dulling his senses and sending him once more into a deep slumber.
A figure slowly opened the door and peeked in, scanning the room until it saw its target: the king of Vegeta-sei lying on his bed. Cautiously the person entered, closing the door silently behind him. As quietly as possible the small figure padded towards the bed, trying to hold his mirth. This would be funny. He couldn't wait to hear the king scream like a girl.
At last he reached the bed, climbing on top of it as quietly and softly as possible so as not to disturb the sleeping king. Accidentally his hand brushed Trunks' arm and the king groaned, moving his arm above his forehead.
"Hes . . . ti . . . a." he mumbled softly. The person almost giggled, the thought of the king thinking of him as Hestia almost too much for him to bear. He positioned himself beside Trunks, where Hestia usually lay. He smirked and took a deep breath.
"UNCLE TRUUUUUUNKS!!!!! WA - "
He couldn't speak any more, for in a matter of seconds he was pinned against the bed by his neck. A gargle of half-fear, half-surprise escaped his throat when he saw the dangerous sneer and ki blast in the king's hand. Trunks relaxed moments later, crossing his arms and glaring sternly at the young boy.
"Rado! What are you doing in here?!" he snapped. Suddenly the bathroom door slammed open, a towel-clad Hestia standing in the doorway.
"Trunks, are you alright?" she asked quickly. Her eyes flit to the five-year-old that sat smiling on the bed. "What's going on?"
"This little brat decided to wake me up, and rather rudely." Trunks growled. Hestia sighed and leaned against the doorframe.
"Dende. By the way that scream sounded I thought someone was dying." she said, relieved. Rado giggled.
"It's okay, Aunt Hestia. I wouldn't kill Uncle Trunks, even though I'm much stronger than him." he said with the confidence of youth.
"And I'm sure you could." Hestia said, re-entering the bathroom. "I'll be right out."
"Okay!!" Rado called. He looked at Trunks, who was still staring at him sternly. "So, how'd you sleep?"
"Fine until you came." Trunks growled, getting off the bed and scratching the back of his head.
"Have any good dreams?" Rado asked innocently. Trunks froze, memories of last night's dream returning to him. Not waiting for the king to answer, the young boy continued. "I had one. I was fighting this really strange-looking guy. He had these blue wings and big green eyes and he was really strong, but I was a lot stronger and I beat him and he begged for mercy but I told him no cuz he was a bully and deserved to die, so I - "
"I'm done." Hestia said, stepping out of the bathroom with her dried hair falling neatly to her shoulderblades.
She wore a pair of denim-like shorts and a black tank top, both of which were specially tailored to her taste, since she didn't really like the Saiya-jin style of clothing. Trunks rubbed his eyes sleepily and frowned at her. She only smiled and made her way to her dresser, opening a drawer and pulling out a pair of socks. The still-drowsy king sat on the edge of the bed, face in his hands. The door opened, causing all three to look over. A young girl stood in the doorway, short spiky black hair complimenting her dainty face.
"Rado, I was wondering where you were! Mother's going to have a fit when she finds out you ran away again!!" she shouted. "She may even take away your training privaledges!"
"Nooo." Rado whined. The girl looked around, for the first time noticing Trunks and Hestia in the room. She gasped and fell to her left knee, right hand over her heart.
"My King, my Queen." she said softly, head facing the ground.
"Oh come on, Pota. You can call us Uncle Trunks and Aunt Hestia." Hestia said amiably, tucking some hair behind her ear.
"I know, but Mother told me to start addressing you properly." Pota said, standing up.
"I knew your father, Pota. We were very close, in fact. There is no need for you to talk to me formally unless in public." Trunks said, running a hand through his hair.
"Alright." she said softly. Hestia smiled and crossed her arms, leaning against the dresser.
"It's been a while since I've seen you, Pota." she stated, looking the girl up and down. "You've gotten very pretty." A pink blush touched her cheeks and she shifted nervously.
"Thank you, Aunt Hestia." she said softly. Trunks yawned loudly, looking at the time.
"8:32?" He groaned, falling back on the bed. Rado giggled as it bounced, sending him toppling off. "We have a meeting this afternoon." Hestia sighed and looked at Pota.
"I guess you and Rado better be going." she said, walking over to Noino and picking him up. He giggled happily as Hestia pretended to almost drop him, catching him just before he hit the ground. Gently she set him down next to his sister. "I'll see you guys later, okay?"
"Okay. Goodbye." Pota said politely, bowing. Rado giggled and tried to imitate his sister's bow. Unfortunately he lost his balance and fell to the floor, smiling widely as his small tail moved lazily behind him. Around her waist Pota's twitched, showing her anxiety. "I swear, Rado." she mumbled, taking his hand and practically dragging him out of the room.
"Bye-bye!!!!" Rado called before his sister closed the door between them and the royal pair. Hestia chuckled and turned to look at Trunks, who was watching her skeptically.
"What?" she asked, moving back to the dresser and closing the drawer she had left open.
"You want one, don't you?" he questioned softly. Hestia turned around to look at him.
"One what?" she replied, confused.
"A brat." Trunks stated bluntly. Hestia bit her lip and walked into the bathroom, returning a few minutes later with her folded pajamas and a wet towel. The king remained silent as he watched her throw the clothes in the hamper.
"I do, but later." Hestia answered softly. "I don't think I'm ready yet." The creaking of the bed was heard as Trunks stood up.
"It's alright. I feel the same way." Trunks said, causing Hestia to turn around. He was staring at his reflection, emotionless. She smirked.
"That's funny. The way you act sometimes I swear you're trying to get me pregnant." Hestia joked. However, Trunks didn't chuckle.
"Not yet. It just doesn't feel right right now." Trunks mumbled, completely ignoring what she had just said. Hestia watched him walk into the bathroom, confused.
"What's up with him?" she asked herself. Shrugging, she continued to get dressed.
A/N: Well, there's the first chapter. Sorry if it was a lil borin. The intros to my story's sometimes are. ^^' Anyway, hope that was enough to pique your interest. ^.~ If you wanna b on a mailin list, just leave your email address in your review.
Please review!!
