I forgot to put up the basic disclaimer thing in the first chapter, but you know the drill, I own none of the characters of the original story, and those that are introduced in this are owned by myself and my friend and co writer.
Also, I forgot again to say that the first chapter was written by my friend, who has given me permission to post this…except he MIGHT have posted it here already, so if he has and you know, let me know k? ^_^'
Chapter 2
View: Destin
My head snapped up, slamming into the screen of the monitor as I came awake to a loud noise shooting through my headphones and echoing around in my head, "Elvis has left the building!". That was a wake up call that I used for when I fell asleep at the computer, which I almost always did. As soon as Orion left his house, that sound byte would play and let me know he's gone, and it was time to get my butt up.
My forehead was already turning red around the area it had connected with the screen, making me wince as I touched it with a hesitant finger, "…oh, that's gonna leave a mark…" I muttered as I used my desk for leverage as I pulled myself out of my swivel chair and onto my feet.
I looked down at the screen just long enough to see that the mp3's I'd been downloading had finished before stumbling towards the door, but I didn't have time for a shower, so I quickly changed the direction of my steps to lead me to a walk in closet, hundreds of garments hanging on racks, most of which I could no longer where but were to time consuming to do anything about.
By then I was rubbing my eyes fiercely as I tried to clear them of the grainy sleep in my eyes, which only have succeeded as I pushed a green button on the wall, making the wardrobe move in a flurry of motion until I was standing, completely redressed in a pair of black jean shorts that went past my knees, and a brown shirt with tribal writing on it, a skateboarder doing a sick Mc Twist in front of it.
I didn't even bother trying to comb my messed blue hair, no mater how much jell I put in it, it always came back to that strange spiky style of the Saiyans after a while. Orion and me had found that out a while back, and although he didn't care that much, I didn't much like my wild hair.
The doorknob to my room rattled slightly as I stepped forth from the closet before it turned and was pushed open by my father.
Trunks peered inside to see me stumbling around, "Destin…," he whined slightly with a shake of his head, " please don't tell me your just getting up?"
Well he's especially whinny today, I thought groggily, "Ah…well, what happened was…I woke up early and…uh…started to do some stuff on the computer, and…I fell asleep while I was waiting for something to download," I tried to keep my eyes on his, trying not to give myself away. What I said was…well…a version of the truth. I had woken up early, just not this morning, but then again, I'll let him believe what he wants.
"Don't lie to me" my old man said with a frown as he stepped further into Destin World.
"Dad, I really don't have time for this," I said as I moved him out of the way with a gentle shove. I always found that amusing. My father, one of the greatest and the strongest warriors in the galaxy could be pushed around by his 17 year old son who probably was about a thousand times weaker than him.
Anyways, I completely ignored him as I ran down the stairs, rushing into the kitchen to grab a glass of something to wet my throat and was confronted with my mother, walking in front of me as I rushed around the corner, nearly making me run over her.
"Good morning hon," she said as she scurried past me as if a second ago I hadn't almost trampled her, "I poured you some juice, its on the counter."
I nodded in reply as if she could actually see me with her back to me as I went on into the kitchen, snagging the glass of orange juice and draining it quickly before I quickly moved towards the door, to avoid the nagging that was following me everywhere.
I was starting to get annoyed with my father. When I was younger, he was a badass fighter that seemed to train endlessly when he wasn't at work on his computers or in the lab, but now…he seems to always have something critical to say about me. It was really starting to get to me, his hypocritical statements, his constant 'fatherly advice' that was completely unwelcome, and worse of all, his constant need to be around me.
As of late, he just…I don't know, seemed to try and hang out with me and play around like I was still 8 years old. It seemed that he is trying to make up for lost time. While I was growing up he was almost never there, not for the birthday parties, not for the sporting events, which I had to stop only after a few years for obvious reasons, but recently…its like he is trying to make up for everything he's missed, and quite frankly, I don't need him around anymore. I wanted him to be there then, not now, he can't just show up and expect me to adapt to make his guilt go away for not being around me growing up…
I shook the unwelcome thoughts out of my head as I began to walk down the street, looking at all the nice buildings around me, all of them almost a block by itself. I had rich neighbors; lots of them, and every last one of them were suck ups that played at being friendly with me because I was a Brief, which made me even more annoyed by their presence.
After I had gotten a few houses down, I noticed two things. One was that I was that if I had to walk like this, there being to many people around for him to use my speedy feet to sprint to school quickly, I would be late, and two, I didn't have his wallet to pay off the teacher that was lucky enough to find me in the halls.
With a sigh, I reluctantly turned and headed back home at a gallop that could have been considered normal, making sure not to move fast enough to blur to the untrained eye. Soon enough I was back at his house, and say that my folks had already left, my mother Pan, to go see my grandmother, Videl, and pops off to the lab. That was convienient, I didn't feel like telling them that I would be late again…
I quickly stepped inside, and ran upstairs, grabbing my chain wallet and quickly hooking it onto one of my belt loops as he shoved he actually bill fold into my pocket. Then, as I walked down the stairs, I heard low voices, and the sound of a motor coming from the backyard.
What the heck…? No ones supposed to be here… I thought, quickly speeding back up the stairs with my inhuman speed, and to the end of the hall to look down over the back of my parents mansion, only to see a van left running by the pool.
I was just wondering what they were doing there when a pair of men came walking out of the back door, holding the big screen television! I was being robed!
My ire grew as I saw them laughing and joking as they wheeled out my slushy machine that I had just bought.
Oh hell naw! They aint getting my slushy machine! That's going to far! I though as I stepped away from the mirror and pressed a small black button on my nifty blue watch.
Immediately I felt my body tingle as I felt skin tight material shoot out of my watch and cover my body. I turned and examined myself in the mirror.
My body was covered with the blue material that Grandpa Vegata has taken to wearing when he trains, but with an armor similar to that of the Saiyan's armor under it to make me look more muscular that I really was. Bolts of silver lightning ran down the outside of my arms, from my neck to my wrist, where the ends were covered by gloves of the same shade of silver. The same lightning was down my legs, and were partially covered by boots of silver, and if that wasn't enough, the mask…it always came back to the mask.
The mask was a near match to that of the American super hero Flash, but, of course, the blue substituted for the red, and the silver for the gold. The final touch was a shiny silver lightning bolt on my chest that was behind a "D" that was slightly different in shade of blue than the rest of the uniform.
Once again I stared at myself with uncertainty. Orion said it was cool and Falcor said there was nothing wrong with it, but I just thought I looked like a deflicted rip off of Flash…which I kinda was.
Another loud noise was heard from outside, causing me to look outside again before gasping in horror…
THEY HAD MY STEREO!
As quickly as possible, I shot down the stairs, through the hallway, around numerous corners to arrive in the first, and largest, of the entertainment rooms. 4 rather plain and indescribable men were picking up anything that wasn't nailed down, and walking outside to load it up as I stepped into the middle of them.
"What do you think your doing, boys?" I said in about the LAMEST superhero voice that there ever could be, "I know your not stealing these things right?"
One of the burglars turned to me, "…what da hell do it look like ya fruit!? Of course we're stealin dis shit! 'Des people are well off, they can afford ta replace it all!" he said with a sneer as he continued on like I wasn't even there.
"I'll not allow it," I said in my best attempt at the super hero voice that Gohan was so good at, as I ran forward with my incredible speed….right into a crowbar swung by someone off to the side that I hadn't seen.
Usually that shot would have caused the damn iron bar to bend around my face, but me being the arrogant lil bastard that I am, I assumed that my speed could do everything for me.
Needless to say, the hit made me flip completely over the crowbar, making me land face first on the place where my feet had just been.
Pain laced through my face for a moment before I raised my power, making my face feel like I had only just got a baby slap as I groaned and hopped to my feet.
Obviously they had noticed that, even though I was hit in the face with a damn iron rod, I was still conscious, so I guess they figured out pretty quick that if that didn't kill me, a bullet most likely wouldn't either considering they were pulling away from my house as I got to my feet.
"I think not!" I said intensely as I showed why my super hero name was 'Dash' as I jetted out the door and onto the street, weaving between cars as I quickly caught up to the thieves' van, and leapt up onto the roof. With a downward thrust fist, I shoved my hand through the top of the car, gripping the metallic material, and ripping it open like a can of sardines.
With the roof out of the way, I jumped down into the car, and with minimal ease knocked out the three jokers in the back before jumping back out of the moving van and running up along side of the van, waving to the thug that had talked to me earlier as he tried to out run me like an idiot.
I looked at him like he was crazy as he looked down at his foot, that I assumed was to the floor, "What are you, new?" I asked as I shot myself in front of the van, gripping the hood of the car and holding it up slightly like it weighed nothing more than a few pounds, "Don't you even know who I am?!" I asked the fool as he jumped out of the van and tried to get away on foot, "…obviously not, " I mumbled to myself as I shot in front of him, and, anticipating his move, zanzokened behind him, so when he saw my after image in front of him, he turned around to see me.
"Crime doesn't pay," I said, again in that lame ass voice as I punched him out, quickly tossing him into the back of the van along with his 'friends'.
Hearing the police sirens told me that someone had reported my little run in, and I figured they could handle things now, but also as the cops came, I heard the school bell chime.
Well, there goes my lunch money I thought as he took off at top speed towards the school.
I quickly pushed the other button on my watch to make my super hero outfit retract back into the watch as I ran at normal person speed into the school, actually a bit winded from my early morning 'exercise'.
As I walked calmly down the hall, I spotted a couple of students being hassled by a teacher. Boy those chumps are in….
It was then I realized that those 'chumps' were Orion and Falcor.
…well, there goes lunch, AND snack.. I thought with a bit of a sigh as I came to the rescue.
"Hello sir!" I said in my most cheerful voice, which I used with teachers, "I'm sorry me and my friends here are late, we have great reason's too," I said, reaching into my pocket, and slipping my money into my hand.
The nameless teacher frowned at me, "Oh really Mr. Brief? If you don't have a note from home, a doctor, or a police officer, then your all going to detention," he said as he glared at my smiling face.
I smiled all the same as he stared at me, "Well, you're doing a very good job Mister," I said, taking his hand in mine, the one with the money, "And here are our notes, I trust you'll find them sufficient?" I finished, but by the twinkle in his eye, I didn't even wait for an answer as I grabbed both of my buds by an arm and dragged them down the hall.
"You owe me…"
Also, I forgot again to say that the first chapter was written by my friend, who has given me permission to post this…except he MIGHT have posted it here already, so if he has and you know, let me know k? ^_^'
Chapter 2
View: Destin
My head snapped up, slamming into the screen of the monitor as I came awake to a loud noise shooting through my headphones and echoing around in my head, "Elvis has left the building!". That was a wake up call that I used for when I fell asleep at the computer, which I almost always did. As soon as Orion left his house, that sound byte would play and let me know he's gone, and it was time to get my butt up.
My forehead was already turning red around the area it had connected with the screen, making me wince as I touched it with a hesitant finger, "…oh, that's gonna leave a mark…" I muttered as I used my desk for leverage as I pulled myself out of my swivel chair and onto my feet.
I looked down at the screen just long enough to see that the mp3's I'd been downloading had finished before stumbling towards the door, but I didn't have time for a shower, so I quickly changed the direction of my steps to lead me to a walk in closet, hundreds of garments hanging on racks, most of which I could no longer where but were to time consuming to do anything about.
By then I was rubbing my eyes fiercely as I tried to clear them of the grainy sleep in my eyes, which only have succeeded as I pushed a green button on the wall, making the wardrobe move in a flurry of motion until I was standing, completely redressed in a pair of black jean shorts that went past my knees, and a brown shirt with tribal writing on it, a skateboarder doing a sick Mc Twist in front of it.
I didn't even bother trying to comb my messed blue hair, no mater how much jell I put in it, it always came back to that strange spiky style of the Saiyans after a while. Orion and me had found that out a while back, and although he didn't care that much, I didn't much like my wild hair.
The doorknob to my room rattled slightly as I stepped forth from the closet before it turned and was pushed open by my father.
Trunks peered inside to see me stumbling around, "Destin…," he whined slightly with a shake of his head, " please don't tell me your just getting up?"
Well he's especially whinny today, I thought groggily, "Ah…well, what happened was…I woke up early and…uh…started to do some stuff on the computer, and…I fell asleep while I was waiting for something to download," I tried to keep my eyes on his, trying not to give myself away. What I said was…well…a version of the truth. I had woken up early, just not this morning, but then again, I'll let him believe what he wants.
"Don't lie to me" my old man said with a frown as he stepped further into Destin World.
"Dad, I really don't have time for this," I said as I moved him out of the way with a gentle shove. I always found that amusing. My father, one of the greatest and the strongest warriors in the galaxy could be pushed around by his 17 year old son who probably was about a thousand times weaker than him.
Anyways, I completely ignored him as I ran down the stairs, rushing into the kitchen to grab a glass of something to wet my throat and was confronted with my mother, walking in front of me as I rushed around the corner, nearly making me run over her.
"Good morning hon," she said as she scurried past me as if a second ago I hadn't almost trampled her, "I poured you some juice, its on the counter."
I nodded in reply as if she could actually see me with her back to me as I went on into the kitchen, snagging the glass of orange juice and draining it quickly before I quickly moved towards the door, to avoid the nagging that was following me everywhere.
I was starting to get annoyed with my father. When I was younger, he was a badass fighter that seemed to train endlessly when he wasn't at work on his computers or in the lab, but now…he seems to always have something critical to say about me. It was really starting to get to me, his hypocritical statements, his constant 'fatherly advice' that was completely unwelcome, and worse of all, his constant need to be around me.
As of late, he just…I don't know, seemed to try and hang out with me and play around like I was still 8 years old. It seemed that he is trying to make up for lost time. While I was growing up he was almost never there, not for the birthday parties, not for the sporting events, which I had to stop only after a few years for obvious reasons, but recently…its like he is trying to make up for everything he's missed, and quite frankly, I don't need him around anymore. I wanted him to be there then, not now, he can't just show up and expect me to adapt to make his guilt go away for not being around me growing up…
I shook the unwelcome thoughts out of my head as I began to walk down the street, looking at all the nice buildings around me, all of them almost a block by itself. I had rich neighbors; lots of them, and every last one of them were suck ups that played at being friendly with me because I was a Brief, which made me even more annoyed by their presence.
After I had gotten a few houses down, I noticed two things. One was that I was that if I had to walk like this, there being to many people around for him to use my speedy feet to sprint to school quickly, I would be late, and two, I didn't have his wallet to pay off the teacher that was lucky enough to find me in the halls.
With a sigh, I reluctantly turned and headed back home at a gallop that could have been considered normal, making sure not to move fast enough to blur to the untrained eye. Soon enough I was back at his house, and say that my folks had already left, my mother Pan, to go see my grandmother, Videl, and pops off to the lab. That was convienient, I didn't feel like telling them that I would be late again…
I quickly stepped inside, and ran upstairs, grabbing my chain wallet and quickly hooking it onto one of my belt loops as he shoved he actually bill fold into my pocket. Then, as I walked down the stairs, I heard low voices, and the sound of a motor coming from the backyard.
What the heck…? No ones supposed to be here… I thought, quickly speeding back up the stairs with my inhuman speed, and to the end of the hall to look down over the back of my parents mansion, only to see a van left running by the pool.
I was just wondering what they were doing there when a pair of men came walking out of the back door, holding the big screen television! I was being robed!
My ire grew as I saw them laughing and joking as they wheeled out my slushy machine that I had just bought.
Oh hell naw! They aint getting my slushy machine! That's going to far! I though as I stepped away from the mirror and pressed a small black button on my nifty blue watch.
Immediately I felt my body tingle as I felt skin tight material shoot out of my watch and cover my body. I turned and examined myself in the mirror.
My body was covered with the blue material that Grandpa Vegata has taken to wearing when he trains, but with an armor similar to that of the Saiyan's armor under it to make me look more muscular that I really was. Bolts of silver lightning ran down the outside of my arms, from my neck to my wrist, where the ends were covered by gloves of the same shade of silver. The same lightning was down my legs, and were partially covered by boots of silver, and if that wasn't enough, the mask…it always came back to the mask.
The mask was a near match to that of the American super hero Flash, but, of course, the blue substituted for the red, and the silver for the gold. The final touch was a shiny silver lightning bolt on my chest that was behind a "D" that was slightly different in shade of blue than the rest of the uniform.
Once again I stared at myself with uncertainty. Orion said it was cool and Falcor said there was nothing wrong with it, but I just thought I looked like a deflicted rip off of Flash…which I kinda was.
Another loud noise was heard from outside, causing me to look outside again before gasping in horror…
THEY HAD MY STEREO!
As quickly as possible, I shot down the stairs, through the hallway, around numerous corners to arrive in the first, and largest, of the entertainment rooms. 4 rather plain and indescribable men were picking up anything that wasn't nailed down, and walking outside to load it up as I stepped into the middle of them.
"What do you think your doing, boys?" I said in about the LAMEST superhero voice that there ever could be, "I know your not stealing these things right?"
One of the burglars turned to me, "…what da hell do it look like ya fruit!? Of course we're stealin dis shit! 'Des people are well off, they can afford ta replace it all!" he said with a sneer as he continued on like I wasn't even there.
"I'll not allow it," I said in my best attempt at the super hero voice that Gohan was so good at, as I ran forward with my incredible speed….right into a crowbar swung by someone off to the side that I hadn't seen.
Usually that shot would have caused the damn iron bar to bend around my face, but me being the arrogant lil bastard that I am, I assumed that my speed could do everything for me.
Needless to say, the hit made me flip completely over the crowbar, making me land face first on the place where my feet had just been.
Pain laced through my face for a moment before I raised my power, making my face feel like I had only just got a baby slap as I groaned and hopped to my feet.
Obviously they had noticed that, even though I was hit in the face with a damn iron rod, I was still conscious, so I guess they figured out pretty quick that if that didn't kill me, a bullet most likely wouldn't either considering they were pulling away from my house as I got to my feet.
"I think not!" I said intensely as I showed why my super hero name was 'Dash' as I jetted out the door and onto the street, weaving between cars as I quickly caught up to the thieves' van, and leapt up onto the roof. With a downward thrust fist, I shoved my hand through the top of the car, gripping the metallic material, and ripping it open like a can of sardines.
With the roof out of the way, I jumped down into the car, and with minimal ease knocked out the three jokers in the back before jumping back out of the moving van and running up along side of the van, waving to the thug that had talked to me earlier as he tried to out run me like an idiot.
I looked at him like he was crazy as he looked down at his foot, that I assumed was to the floor, "What are you, new?" I asked as I shot myself in front of the van, gripping the hood of the car and holding it up slightly like it weighed nothing more than a few pounds, "Don't you even know who I am?!" I asked the fool as he jumped out of the van and tried to get away on foot, "…obviously not, " I mumbled to myself as I shot in front of him, and, anticipating his move, zanzokened behind him, so when he saw my after image in front of him, he turned around to see me.
"Crime doesn't pay," I said, again in that lame ass voice as I punched him out, quickly tossing him into the back of the van along with his 'friends'.
Hearing the police sirens told me that someone had reported my little run in, and I figured they could handle things now, but also as the cops came, I heard the school bell chime.
Well, there goes my lunch money I thought as he took off at top speed towards the school.
I quickly pushed the other button on my watch to make my super hero outfit retract back into the watch as I ran at normal person speed into the school, actually a bit winded from my early morning 'exercise'.
As I walked calmly down the hall, I spotted a couple of students being hassled by a teacher. Boy those chumps are in….
It was then I realized that those 'chumps' were Orion and Falcor.
…well, there goes lunch, AND snack.. I thought with a bit of a sigh as I came to the rescue.
"Hello sir!" I said in my most cheerful voice, which I used with teachers, "I'm sorry me and my friends here are late, we have great reason's too," I said, reaching into my pocket, and slipping my money into my hand.
The nameless teacher frowned at me, "Oh really Mr. Brief? If you don't have a note from home, a doctor, or a police officer, then your all going to detention," he said as he glared at my smiling face.
I smiled all the same as he stared at me, "Well, you're doing a very good job Mister," I said, taking his hand in mine, the one with the money, "And here are our notes, I trust you'll find them sufficient?" I finished, but by the twinkle in his eye, I didn't even wait for an answer as I grabbed both of my buds by an arm and dragged them down the hall.
"You owe me…"
