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Yet again, I got frozen. They considered "15 Ways To Annoy Vegita And More" a list. I DONE IT IN ESSAY STYLE!!!!! I HAVE A FRIEND OUT THERE WITH A LIST; I DID NOT SEE THAT TAKEN OFF AND HER FROZEN!!!! Well, for being off a week, I did a long and GOOD (fairly proud of my self) chapter.
About ten minutes later Trunks fell asleep on the dew wet morning grass. His lavender hair over his eyes soaking up some of the hot tears, and with the rising giant stars light streaming in his face, his eyes nor mind paid any care.
~Trunks dream~
He was at the tournament a couple of years ago, where the opening to the Z fighters new adventure begun, and that same year, and Gotenks came into being.
He found him self, floating in darkness. And then all of a sudden, the stadium floor appeared under his feet, and Kabeato (spl?) was standing in front of him saying, 'Transform and we may be saved.' Over and over and over again, with his hands clasped behind his back, his face un-readable. Trunks blinked and stood there. Kabeto just repeated him self. He got tired of that pink thing and did as he asked.
Then the two-baled headed creeps flew out and grasped him, the bigger guy had him in a headlock, and the skinner one held him by the middle. He yelled. He had now where to go. He could not move! "Be quiet you pathetic excuse for a Saiyan!" He gasped at that saying that could only be his fathers. He managed to turn his neck an inch, to see that the bigger guy's head… was replaced by… HIS FATHERS!!!
He then 'felt' a wind pick up, and he found himself in a desert where he watched his father go face to face with that pink bubble gum freak. The place was deserted. A hot wind rolled by and ruffled his lavender hair a little. He flew up in the sky, and saw the Super Saiyans standing. He then flew over, to see to his amazement, it was his father, Goten, and him self, and he was only 8 years old… and his father… WAS HUGGING HIM!!! "Son, you have made me proud." He heard his father say. He closed his eyes, and tears rolled down his face. He then opened his eyes when he heard Goten yelling at his father, and winced when his father punched him and then went out cold, just as he had done to him, to get them out of the way so they would not be killed as he killed himself. 'This is in the past, not now.' He told him self…. And dreamed on…
Vegita was still sitting out side the hospital by the pond, thinking. Thinking about his son… that he really did not know. Thinking how is life was shaped in fighting and the natural Saiyan need to become stronger, and the want to surpass Kakarot. Thinking about his wife, and thinking about his past.
Thirty minutes later Vegita decided that he was going out to find Trunks, a way to pass the time, and maybe make up with the past.
"Father, NO!!" Trunks found himself screaming in his mind as he slept fitfully, captive to his own dream. His father was about to attack the pink blob called 'Majin Buu'. That attack would kill him, Trunks knew. He closed his eyes as he herd his father yell, at deaths door. He wanted out of his dream right now, but tiredness would not let him escape.
On the ground of reality, he was tossing and turning, mumbling nonsense as Vegita, stood over him, casting his shadow down on his some how sleeping son. He had decided to go and find his son. He bent down and touched his sons shoulder, but he would not wake, he was captive to the dream. Vegita winced in pain as he saw Trunks lash back and forth, almost Super Saiyan status. 'There is nothing I can do. I had these types of dreams, only normal for Saiyan teens. Good luck, my son.'
Vegita then took to the sky, the giant sun still rising in the distance, as the birds played in the sky. He was going back to his wife in the hospital, and would check up later on his son, in the grips of a black nightmare.
Trunks was prisoner inside his own body, nowhere to go, nowhere to escape, no open window, no open sky, just sheer hell. His father was still unleashing that fatal attack on Majin Buu, and Trunks was forced to watch, every single second. Tears were in his eyes, blurring his vision, but he could still hear and make out some of the scene playing in front of his eyes.
It was over, it was finally over. Trunks closed his eyes and two hot tears went down his cheeks. 'Hell has frozen over.' Trunks thought. But wait, he sensed movement, not of him self, but his surroundings… He was back at the tournament, but there was the sky… and his father and Goku. 'Uh oh.' He thought. Turns out… they were fighting, and he was… right there… They did not see him, and they would not. He had to watch blow after blow… for almost an hour…
The scenery was changing again after an hour, Goku and Vegita fazed out of existence in his dream. Or was it the scenery? Or was he slowly waking out of his dream…? He was. Hell has frozen over. He opened his eyes slowly, and groaned at the amount of light. He then sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Where am I?" He asked out loud. "Hmm must be near Gotens house. Might as well go over so I can clear my head." He stood up and rubbed his head, and took off towards the noonday sun that was partly covered with clouds, and darting birds.
He flew around for a while, not going directly to Gotens. He was trying to clear his head from that death grip nightmare. After a while he started feeling more like his self, and just for the fun of it, he started doing corkscrews and loops in the sky, feeling way younger then he already was. He was laughing at the simple things in life again.
Then after 10 minutes of playtime, he took off to Gotens house with his lavender hair whipping in his face, feeling MUCH better. 'When I get there, I am going to ask Goku why I could not get out of that dream, he should know.' Trunks decided as he flew through the sky, birds darting out of his way.
"Mom I am hungry." Goten wined from the table. For his age, he still complained about being hungry. Once ChiChi even said some day she was going to teach HIM how to cook. "I am cooking as fast as I can Goten, you don't want this to be burned do you?" ChiChi said from the stove where she was making rice and other things. Goten sighed and put his head in his hands. "Where's dad?" Goten asked.
"I don't know Goten, why don't you go out and find him, it will be about 30 minutes till it is done cooking, why don't you go out and find him?" ChiChi asked.
"Oh, okay. Do you have any idea where he could be?" Goten asked.
"I think he is by the river, I think Gohan is there also, taking a break from every day life. Why don't you ask him to come home for lunch also?" ChiChi asked and turned to see a big smile on Gotens face.
"Okay! Bye mom!" Goten said and ran out the open door and took off in to the blazing noonday sunlight.
Well, there it is! In your review, please put if you want me to turn this into a T/P, it has the set up for one, as you can probably see, but I want to see what my reviewers want…
Yet again, I got frozen. They considered "15 Ways To Annoy Vegita And More" a list. I DONE IT IN ESSAY STYLE!!!!! I HAVE A FRIEND OUT THERE WITH A LIST; I DID NOT SEE THAT TAKEN OFF AND HER FROZEN!!!! Well, for being off a week, I did a long and GOOD (fairly proud of my self) chapter.
About ten minutes later Trunks fell asleep on the dew wet morning grass. His lavender hair over his eyes soaking up some of the hot tears, and with the rising giant stars light streaming in his face, his eyes nor mind paid any care.
~Trunks dream~
He was at the tournament a couple of years ago, where the opening to the Z fighters new adventure begun, and that same year, and Gotenks came into being.
He found him self, floating in darkness. And then all of a sudden, the stadium floor appeared under his feet, and Kabeato (spl?) was standing in front of him saying, 'Transform and we may be saved.' Over and over and over again, with his hands clasped behind his back, his face un-readable. Trunks blinked and stood there. Kabeto just repeated him self. He got tired of that pink thing and did as he asked.
Then the two-baled headed creeps flew out and grasped him, the bigger guy had him in a headlock, and the skinner one held him by the middle. He yelled. He had now where to go. He could not move! "Be quiet you pathetic excuse for a Saiyan!" He gasped at that saying that could only be his fathers. He managed to turn his neck an inch, to see that the bigger guy's head… was replaced by… HIS FATHERS!!!
He then 'felt' a wind pick up, and he found himself in a desert where he watched his father go face to face with that pink bubble gum freak. The place was deserted. A hot wind rolled by and ruffled his lavender hair a little. He flew up in the sky, and saw the Super Saiyans standing. He then flew over, to see to his amazement, it was his father, Goten, and him self, and he was only 8 years old… and his father… WAS HUGGING HIM!!! "Son, you have made me proud." He heard his father say. He closed his eyes, and tears rolled down his face. He then opened his eyes when he heard Goten yelling at his father, and winced when his father punched him and then went out cold, just as he had done to him, to get them out of the way so they would not be killed as he killed himself. 'This is in the past, not now.' He told him self…. And dreamed on…
Vegita was still sitting out side the hospital by the pond, thinking. Thinking about his son… that he really did not know. Thinking how is life was shaped in fighting and the natural Saiyan need to become stronger, and the want to surpass Kakarot. Thinking about his wife, and thinking about his past.
Thirty minutes later Vegita decided that he was going out to find Trunks, a way to pass the time, and maybe make up with the past.
"Father, NO!!" Trunks found himself screaming in his mind as he slept fitfully, captive to his own dream. His father was about to attack the pink blob called 'Majin Buu'. That attack would kill him, Trunks knew. He closed his eyes as he herd his father yell, at deaths door. He wanted out of his dream right now, but tiredness would not let him escape.
On the ground of reality, he was tossing and turning, mumbling nonsense as Vegita, stood over him, casting his shadow down on his some how sleeping son. He had decided to go and find his son. He bent down and touched his sons shoulder, but he would not wake, he was captive to the dream. Vegita winced in pain as he saw Trunks lash back and forth, almost Super Saiyan status. 'There is nothing I can do. I had these types of dreams, only normal for Saiyan teens. Good luck, my son.'
Vegita then took to the sky, the giant sun still rising in the distance, as the birds played in the sky. He was going back to his wife in the hospital, and would check up later on his son, in the grips of a black nightmare.
Trunks was prisoner inside his own body, nowhere to go, nowhere to escape, no open window, no open sky, just sheer hell. His father was still unleashing that fatal attack on Majin Buu, and Trunks was forced to watch, every single second. Tears were in his eyes, blurring his vision, but he could still hear and make out some of the scene playing in front of his eyes.
It was over, it was finally over. Trunks closed his eyes and two hot tears went down his cheeks. 'Hell has frozen over.' Trunks thought. But wait, he sensed movement, not of him self, but his surroundings… He was back at the tournament, but there was the sky… and his father and Goku. 'Uh oh.' He thought. Turns out… they were fighting, and he was… right there… They did not see him, and they would not. He had to watch blow after blow… for almost an hour…
The scenery was changing again after an hour, Goku and Vegita fazed out of existence in his dream. Or was it the scenery? Or was he slowly waking out of his dream…? He was. Hell has frozen over. He opened his eyes slowly, and groaned at the amount of light. He then sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Where am I?" He asked out loud. "Hmm must be near Gotens house. Might as well go over so I can clear my head." He stood up and rubbed his head, and took off towards the noonday sun that was partly covered with clouds, and darting birds.
He flew around for a while, not going directly to Gotens. He was trying to clear his head from that death grip nightmare. After a while he started feeling more like his self, and just for the fun of it, he started doing corkscrews and loops in the sky, feeling way younger then he already was. He was laughing at the simple things in life again.
Then after 10 minutes of playtime, he took off to Gotens house with his lavender hair whipping in his face, feeling MUCH better. 'When I get there, I am going to ask Goku why I could not get out of that dream, he should know.' Trunks decided as he flew through the sky, birds darting out of his way.
"Mom I am hungry." Goten wined from the table. For his age, he still complained about being hungry. Once ChiChi even said some day she was going to teach HIM how to cook. "I am cooking as fast as I can Goten, you don't want this to be burned do you?" ChiChi said from the stove where she was making rice and other things. Goten sighed and put his head in his hands. "Where's dad?" Goten asked.
"I don't know Goten, why don't you go out and find him, it will be about 30 minutes till it is done cooking, why don't you go out and find him?" ChiChi asked.
"Oh, okay. Do you have any idea where he could be?" Goten asked.
"I think he is by the river, I think Gohan is there also, taking a break from every day life. Why don't you ask him to come home for lunch also?" ChiChi asked and turned to see a big smile on Gotens face.
"Okay! Bye mom!" Goten said and ran out the open door and took off in to the blazing noonday sunlight.
Well, there it is! In your review, please put if you want me to turn this into a T/P, it has the set up for one, as you can probably see, but I want to see what my reviewers want…
