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I woke up early the next morning with the sun glaring into my eyes. I was confused for a moment until the sleep was cleared away from my mind. So, silently, I got up and went about my morning routine of straightening up my home, cleaning up in the stream about 100 yards behind my house, and deciding what I'm going to do for breakfast. Normally I would just grab an apple and a drink of water, but today I had to figure in my companion's large appetite. It was still early morning, and taking a glimpse at Trunks, I knew he was going to be out for a while yet.
I walked back out to the stream and went upstream a little bit to where I knew that there would be fish. I sat down on the ground, took off my boots, and eased myself into the water. I stood there for about fifteen minutes until a small group of trout started to swim by. Acting quickly, I was able to snag the majority of the school and had them knocked out on land before the rest swam away. I splashed out of the stream, and pulling a string out of the back pocket of my jeans, I quickly had my catch tied together. There was about 6 or so good-sized fish in the group with some smaller ones. I hoped it was enough to appease Trunks's hunger and mine as well.
Getting the fish back home, I got them cleaned, gutted, and in a pot cooking over the stove with a few herbs rubbed into them. I was sure that Trunks would wake up hungry. I sat down at the table, in the chair I was in last night, looking at Trunks. He was a curiosity to me. I knew something would come from my association with him, but at that time I didn't know what it would be.
Shaking my head, I got back up and pulled out a backpack that I always take with me when I go on long walks. In it, I stuffed a few clothes, a pouch full of herbs that I found around the forest that had dual purposes, my survival knife, a book of matches, a special pouch and a lighter. I never have gone far with out something to start a flame. I learned that my first month on my own. When I was done packing, I checked the fish, making sure it was done, then decided to wake up the log in the bed that was my guest.
I shook him a few times and he kept turning over, mumbling, and going back to sleep. So I decided to take drastic measures. I took the bucket that I kept outside the back door, filled it up in the stream in back and made my way to the bed. I shook Trunks again. Then I warned him. He stuck his head under the pillow this time. Letting out a weary sigh, I emptied the contents of the bucket onto Trunks.
At this time I have to tell you that I found Trunks to be a real heavy sleeper. That entire bucket of water didn't wake him up. Letting out another sigh, I grabbed the furs on the bed and picked them up, my guest and all. I slung them over my shoulder and headed out of my house and to the stream. My thought was if a bucket full of water won't wake Trunks up, the amount of water in a stream would. A few seconds later, my thought was proven correct. Trunks came out of the water, gasping like the fish I caught earlier. It was hard for me not to laugh right there in his face.
"Mika!" He yelled. "What did you do that for?!"
"Because you wouldn't get up, lazy bones." I retorted. "We have a long way to go to get you home, and I want to set out as soon as breakfast is cleaned up."
He nodded his head with a funny expression on his face. "Dry yourself off as best as you can then come back to the cabin for breakfast." I said turning to head back into my home. "I just hope that I made enough for your unimaginable appetite." Although when I thought about one of my friends that I rarely have time talk to, I can actually imagine the hunger that the boy seems to carry.
I felt a surge of heat after a few steps. So I stopped and looked around for the source. I couldn't find it. The only out of place thing I saw was my little guest completely dried, hair and all with his face scrunched up like he was looking for something with his mind. I just shook my head and headed back into my cabin.
When I entered, I grabbed a basket of various berries from the supply room, two plates and silverware. I set the table, took the cooked fish, placed it on the table, and set out the basket of berries as well. By the time that I was done, Trunks had came in and sat down at the table. We ate in silence, with Trunks again eating more than me.
After the dishes were done and put away, I went through my cabin real quick. I made sure the fire was out in the stove and that all the perishable stuff in the supply room was gone. I was surprised to see that I didn't have that much to worry about. I shooed Trunks out the door, and grabbed the backpack beside it. When I stepped through the door, I felt like I was forgetting something. I went through a mental checklist of things I had in my pack, of things I needed to do to get my home ready for an extended period away. Halfway through the list, I figured out what I forgot. So I ran back in grabbed it and gently placed it into my backpack. I closed and latched the door from the outside, turned to Trunks and asked him which way to his home.
"It is about twenty-five miles in that direction." He said pointing in a southerly direction. "On the other side of the woods."
"Then let's start walking." I glanced up at the sun as we started. "We should get there about mid-afternoon if we go slow, but since I believe that your parents might be worried we should pick up the pace a bit." When I got a small sound of agreement from him, I started out on a light jog. We kept that pace up for about half a mile, after we left the woods behind us. Seeing that he could possibly keep up with me, I set out at a fast ground eating pace. Trunks easily kept up.
In no time at all, we had both jogged into the city limits with neither of us breathless. Trunks looked around to get his bearings I suppose. I could see the expression on his face get happier, so I guessed that we were close to what he called home. I couldn't guess at the speed he took off in, but one thing was for sure, he was close to breaking the sound barrier. Again I was able to keep tabs on him as I ran behind keeping up. Soon we came up to a huge yellow domed building. Trunks was excited. He eagerly grabbed my hand and dragged me in through the front door.
"Momma! Papa!" Trunks called out. "I'm home!" When no response came, Trunks's face fell a little, only to brighten up as he grabbed my hand and dragged me through rooms and halls.
"Momma must be out back getting everything ready." Trunks babbled. "She invited her new VP of Marketing and his wife over." He continued to give me the details about his mother's get together. Apparently not only did she invite this new Vice-President of hers, she also invited some of her best friends and their families. As we got closer to the back of the house, two distinct voices were raised and they were arguing.
"What do you mean you LEFT him?" Shouted a woman's voice.
"It was a part of the deal we made woman." A deep voice shouted back at the first voice. I shuddered a little at the sound of that voice. It was the kind of voice that made a woman want to melt into the arms of its owner and drown in their eyes. It was the kind of voice that I kept on wishing to hear sometimes in my dreams.
"You know that my new Vice-President and his wife are coming over today, and if Trunks isn't back by the time they get here, you'll be sleeping outside for the next week." The woman said to the man. "As it is you're already sleeping on the couch tonight and tomorrow."
As the woman declared this, I looked down at Trunks with a question on my face. "My parents," he said as way of an explanation. I simply nodded and whispered back, "My parents were like that as well sometimes."
With that said, Trunks pulled me out the back door. "Momma! Papa!" he cried out letting go of my hand and racing over into the arms of a blue haired woman.
"Trunks!" She shouted, doing a quick check to make sure he was fine. "Thank Kami that you're safe. No thanks to you Vejita." She said glaring at the man. It took her a few moments to comprehend that her husband wasn't listening to her. Instead, he was scowling and glaring at me like I was an intruder on his territory. I just calmly returned his glare with a soft smile and a brief bow in his direction.
"Oh. Hello, I'm Bulma Briefs." The blue-haired lady said addressing me. "That jerk over there is my idiot of a husband." She gestured to the man. He was still scowling at but he looked like he was measuring me up and I fell way below his estimation.
Trunks pulled on Bulma's hand to get her attention. "Yes honey?" She asked.
"This is Megan." He said, indicating me with a wave of his hand. "She has a cabin near to where Papa and I were training. She helped me last night, and she brought me home this morning."
Bulma turned to look at me. "So you brought Trunks home?" She asked softly. "Megan was it?" I nodded. "Well Megan as thanks why don't you join us. I'm having a small cook out today for a few of my friends and invited my new VP as well. And before you ask, no, I don't need any help. Everything is almost ready and the guests will be arriving soon."
"I should thank you," I replied, "but I won't since you gave me the invitation in gratitude. Although, I was surprised to see your son in the forest, out like a light, yesterday." I knew my voice grew soft and my eyes had taken on a faraway look to them. "But when I really looked at him I knew the my life was going to change in a big way."
"What, actually come to civilization and get a real life?" Vejita's deep voice said scornfully. It shook me out of my revere and I concentrated on the here and now. As I did I thought I heard a car pull up around front. Vejita snorted and stated, "Someone's here and it is not that idiot Kakarot and his harpy of a mate. Neither is it his brat with his girlfriend or the midget."
"Then it must be Taka and his wife." Bulma concluded brightly with a smile. I blinked at the name then silently shook my head. 'It couldn't possibly be them. It's just a coincidence.' Bulma looked down at Trunks and inspected him. "Trunks honey why don't you head on up stairs and get cleaned up. I want to make a good impression to him as his new boss." Trunks quickly ran into the building to do as his mother said.
"Woman, if he is not impressed with you already," Vejita started, "then I say he has more screws loose than Kakarot."
"Vejita just shut up."
As the two were arguing, I heard two voices come around the building, two very familiar voices. I knew my eyes had gone wide and my mouth was opening and closing like a fish. I kept on muttering things along the lines of: "Impossible," or something to that effect. Soon the couple had rounded the side of the building and I saw who they were clearly. Shock was plain on my face but it slowly grew to near joy. The couple looked up and when they noticed me I saw first shock then a near mirror image of my own happiness at seeing them.
"Mika!" the woman cried out happily.
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To Be Continued...
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I woke up early the next morning with the sun glaring into my eyes. I was confused for a moment until the sleep was cleared away from my mind. So, silently, I got up and went about my morning routine of straightening up my home, cleaning up in the stream about 100 yards behind my house, and deciding what I'm going to do for breakfast. Normally I would just grab an apple and a drink of water, but today I had to figure in my companion's large appetite. It was still early morning, and taking a glimpse at Trunks, I knew he was going to be out for a while yet.
I walked back out to the stream and went upstream a little bit to where I knew that there would be fish. I sat down on the ground, took off my boots, and eased myself into the water. I stood there for about fifteen minutes until a small group of trout started to swim by. Acting quickly, I was able to snag the majority of the school and had them knocked out on land before the rest swam away. I splashed out of the stream, and pulling a string out of the back pocket of my jeans, I quickly had my catch tied together. There was about 6 or so good-sized fish in the group with some smaller ones. I hoped it was enough to appease Trunks's hunger and mine as well.
Getting the fish back home, I got them cleaned, gutted, and in a pot cooking over the stove with a few herbs rubbed into them. I was sure that Trunks would wake up hungry. I sat down at the table, in the chair I was in last night, looking at Trunks. He was a curiosity to me. I knew something would come from my association with him, but at that time I didn't know what it would be.
Shaking my head, I got back up and pulled out a backpack that I always take with me when I go on long walks. In it, I stuffed a few clothes, a pouch full of herbs that I found around the forest that had dual purposes, my survival knife, a book of matches, a special pouch and a lighter. I never have gone far with out something to start a flame. I learned that my first month on my own. When I was done packing, I checked the fish, making sure it was done, then decided to wake up the log in the bed that was my guest.
I shook him a few times and he kept turning over, mumbling, and going back to sleep. So I decided to take drastic measures. I took the bucket that I kept outside the back door, filled it up in the stream in back and made my way to the bed. I shook Trunks again. Then I warned him. He stuck his head under the pillow this time. Letting out a weary sigh, I emptied the contents of the bucket onto Trunks.
At this time I have to tell you that I found Trunks to be a real heavy sleeper. That entire bucket of water didn't wake him up. Letting out another sigh, I grabbed the furs on the bed and picked them up, my guest and all. I slung them over my shoulder and headed out of my house and to the stream. My thought was if a bucket full of water won't wake Trunks up, the amount of water in a stream would. A few seconds later, my thought was proven correct. Trunks came out of the water, gasping like the fish I caught earlier. It was hard for me not to laugh right there in his face.
"Mika!" He yelled. "What did you do that for?!"
"Because you wouldn't get up, lazy bones." I retorted. "We have a long way to go to get you home, and I want to set out as soon as breakfast is cleaned up."
He nodded his head with a funny expression on his face. "Dry yourself off as best as you can then come back to the cabin for breakfast." I said turning to head back into my home. "I just hope that I made enough for your unimaginable appetite." Although when I thought about one of my friends that I rarely have time talk to, I can actually imagine the hunger that the boy seems to carry.
I felt a surge of heat after a few steps. So I stopped and looked around for the source. I couldn't find it. The only out of place thing I saw was my little guest completely dried, hair and all with his face scrunched up like he was looking for something with his mind. I just shook my head and headed back into my cabin.
When I entered, I grabbed a basket of various berries from the supply room, two plates and silverware. I set the table, took the cooked fish, placed it on the table, and set out the basket of berries as well. By the time that I was done, Trunks had came in and sat down at the table. We ate in silence, with Trunks again eating more than me.
After the dishes were done and put away, I went through my cabin real quick. I made sure the fire was out in the stove and that all the perishable stuff in the supply room was gone. I was surprised to see that I didn't have that much to worry about. I shooed Trunks out the door, and grabbed the backpack beside it. When I stepped through the door, I felt like I was forgetting something. I went through a mental checklist of things I had in my pack, of things I needed to do to get my home ready for an extended period away. Halfway through the list, I figured out what I forgot. So I ran back in grabbed it and gently placed it into my backpack. I closed and latched the door from the outside, turned to Trunks and asked him which way to his home.
"It is about twenty-five miles in that direction." He said pointing in a southerly direction. "On the other side of the woods."
"Then let's start walking." I glanced up at the sun as we started. "We should get there about mid-afternoon if we go slow, but since I believe that your parents might be worried we should pick up the pace a bit." When I got a small sound of agreement from him, I started out on a light jog. We kept that pace up for about half a mile, after we left the woods behind us. Seeing that he could possibly keep up with me, I set out at a fast ground eating pace. Trunks easily kept up.
In no time at all, we had both jogged into the city limits with neither of us breathless. Trunks looked around to get his bearings I suppose. I could see the expression on his face get happier, so I guessed that we were close to what he called home. I couldn't guess at the speed he took off in, but one thing was for sure, he was close to breaking the sound barrier. Again I was able to keep tabs on him as I ran behind keeping up. Soon we came up to a huge yellow domed building. Trunks was excited. He eagerly grabbed my hand and dragged me in through the front door.
"Momma! Papa!" Trunks called out. "I'm home!" When no response came, Trunks's face fell a little, only to brighten up as he grabbed my hand and dragged me through rooms and halls.
"Momma must be out back getting everything ready." Trunks babbled. "She invited her new VP of Marketing and his wife over." He continued to give me the details about his mother's get together. Apparently not only did she invite this new Vice-President of hers, she also invited some of her best friends and their families. As we got closer to the back of the house, two distinct voices were raised and they were arguing.
"What do you mean you LEFT him?" Shouted a woman's voice.
"It was a part of the deal we made woman." A deep voice shouted back at the first voice. I shuddered a little at the sound of that voice. It was the kind of voice that made a woman want to melt into the arms of its owner and drown in their eyes. It was the kind of voice that I kept on wishing to hear sometimes in my dreams.
"You know that my new Vice-President and his wife are coming over today, and if Trunks isn't back by the time they get here, you'll be sleeping outside for the next week." The woman said to the man. "As it is you're already sleeping on the couch tonight and tomorrow."
As the woman declared this, I looked down at Trunks with a question on my face. "My parents," he said as way of an explanation. I simply nodded and whispered back, "My parents were like that as well sometimes."
With that said, Trunks pulled me out the back door. "Momma! Papa!" he cried out letting go of my hand and racing over into the arms of a blue haired woman.
"Trunks!" She shouted, doing a quick check to make sure he was fine. "Thank Kami that you're safe. No thanks to you Vejita." She said glaring at the man. It took her a few moments to comprehend that her husband wasn't listening to her. Instead, he was scowling and glaring at me like I was an intruder on his territory. I just calmly returned his glare with a soft smile and a brief bow in his direction.
"Oh. Hello, I'm Bulma Briefs." The blue-haired lady said addressing me. "That jerk over there is my idiot of a husband." She gestured to the man. He was still scowling at but he looked like he was measuring me up and I fell way below his estimation.
Trunks pulled on Bulma's hand to get her attention. "Yes honey?" She asked.
"This is Megan." He said, indicating me with a wave of his hand. "She has a cabin near to where Papa and I were training. She helped me last night, and she brought me home this morning."
Bulma turned to look at me. "So you brought Trunks home?" She asked softly. "Megan was it?" I nodded. "Well Megan as thanks why don't you join us. I'm having a small cook out today for a few of my friends and invited my new VP as well. And before you ask, no, I don't need any help. Everything is almost ready and the guests will be arriving soon."
"I should thank you," I replied, "but I won't since you gave me the invitation in gratitude. Although, I was surprised to see your son in the forest, out like a light, yesterday." I knew my voice grew soft and my eyes had taken on a faraway look to them. "But when I really looked at him I knew the my life was going to change in a big way."
"What, actually come to civilization and get a real life?" Vejita's deep voice said scornfully. It shook me out of my revere and I concentrated on the here and now. As I did I thought I heard a car pull up around front. Vejita snorted and stated, "Someone's here and it is not that idiot Kakarot and his harpy of a mate. Neither is it his brat with his girlfriend or the midget."
"Then it must be Taka and his wife." Bulma concluded brightly with a smile. I blinked at the name then silently shook my head. 'It couldn't possibly be them. It's just a coincidence.' Bulma looked down at Trunks and inspected him. "Trunks honey why don't you head on up stairs and get cleaned up. I want to make a good impression to him as his new boss." Trunks quickly ran into the building to do as his mother said.
"Woman, if he is not impressed with you already," Vejita started, "then I say he has more screws loose than Kakarot."
"Vejita just shut up."
As the two were arguing, I heard two voices come around the building, two very familiar voices. I knew my eyes had gone wide and my mouth was opening and closing like a fish. I kept on muttering things along the lines of: "Impossible," or something to that effect. Soon the couple had rounded the side of the building and I saw who they were clearly. Shock was plain on my face but it slowly grew to near joy. The couple looked up and when they noticed me I saw first shock then a near mirror image of my own happiness at seeing them.
"Mika!" the woman cried out happily.
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To Be Continued...
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