I'd like to start with this:
An apology to PezMarkie........
for not leaving the porch light on for you.........making you search for this fic on your own.........
but I must say. I'm not the most direct person. and that damn front light has been burnt out since October when I left it on for someone else. they just never showed and my harsh self chooses not to relight it until the time is right..
Anywayz can I recommend you all go see Fushigi Yuugi! It's so great.....
*Surrounded by the Three T's, Gotunks is forced into slavery to complete three more chapters befor sunset on wednesday. One for Trunks, one for Touma, and one for Tamahome*
My three T's are hot but man do they like to make me work for it!
**********************************************************************************
The Space Odyssey: Back to Reallity
Chapter 6
****************************
No sound in the large room, no motion either. A huge oak table, void of any debris. A nearly round, shiny red item maticulously placed at the center. Set with perfection, it appears to be held as the most important of things.
With no catalyst or interaction, it slowly begins to tremble. The wobble slow and almost unnoticeable from left to right. It then begins to spin in a stationary spot. It's speed ever increasing until it stops. Like it hadn't moved to begin with.
It lifts from the table. Hovering only millimeters from it's resting place. A now definite tremble, as slight as it is. It rocks low on a downward tilt, but righting itself again. It dips once like a bobber but not touching the table. It then floats several inches higher and back down again. It spins slowly on it's axis.
"What're you doing?"
The apple explodes. Leaving it's carnage on the surrounding aray. The table, the chairs, the walls, the floor. Bulma and Vejiita.
Vejiita glares up at Bulma who's hovering over him at the table. Him sitting in far chair, legs crossed and back slumped as he was stariing at the once was apple. Bulma standing with hands on her hips as she was making dinner. Vejiita looks back to the mess that was made and he hmph's.
"Apples tend to have a mind of their own. I was seeing who's was greater, yours or his. He did the right thing."
Vejiita stands from the table and exits the room, leaving Bulma to clean the mess. She wipes up the mess quickly when Pan enters the kitchen carrying several huge bags full of stuff. She flings the stuff on the table and her and Bulma both sit down.
"You shoulda used the capsules I gave you." Bulma says, looking through some of the bags.
Pan pulls about twenty capsules from her pockets. "I did."
She picks up one capsule in peticular and hands it to Bulma.
"This is some stuff for Tsuragi, you can give it to him when ever you think he might be missing us. I really hate to be just leaving him with you guys. But him and Vejiita both really sound excited." Pan lets out a sigh.
Bulma sticks the capsule in her pocket and they start organizing all the stuff to take it out to the ship. AT the same time, Trunks comes in the back door carrying a sleeping Tsuragi in his arms.
He kisses Pan on the top of her head and heads up the stairs to lay him down. He drops the back pack and his briefcase at the bottom of the steps.
"It looks like they had a rough day at work." Bulma says.
"Yeah. They probably spent a half-hour making a mockery of the facility. Then fired his secretary and had ice cream in the food court." Pan says like it's an everyday occurance.
"What makes you say that?"
"Cause after their 3:30 meeting was over, Trunks called me on the cell and told me."
Trunks comes back into the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge. He pulls out a can of soda and chugs it in one huge gulp. He then sits at the table by Pan.
"You've got twenty minutes before he starts demanding food." He says to both of them with a small laugh.
"Tsuragi or Vejiita?"
"Both." He tells them while sifting his way through some of the bags.
"Vejiita can go without for all I care and if he really wants, he go have some apples. He seems to love them so much." Bulma states, getting back up from the table and goning back to her cooking.
Pan scoops up all the bags and takes them out to the ship, leaving Trunks alone at the table. The door slams shut and Trunks leans back in his chair. He begins to close his eyes when a cry comes from upstairs.
****************************************************************************************
Well, this is one chapter but I don't think I can make it three tonight.........Gomen!
I justt want to say that every chapter issigned with a Chibi-chan seal of aproval.......
which is hard to come by considering she's a T/M fan.......but she seems to be enjoying this fic......
Also, will you guys please go read my Fic called
A Single Drop of Blood
I just want some reassurance that I'm not totally messed up in writing that.........
Saiyan Serpent, what I was refering to in saying you asked for it was that you said you'd hate to see Trunks when he's upset. Hope that clarifies a l;ittle.
ThaT is all!
Peace and Cheeze fries
Gotunks~
An apology to PezMarkie........
for not leaving the porch light on for you.........making you search for this fic on your own.........
but I must say. I'm not the most direct person. and that damn front light has been burnt out since October when I left it on for someone else. they just never showed and my harsh self chooses not to relight it until the time is right..
Anywayz can I recommend you all go see Fushigi Yuugi! It's so great.....
*Surrounded by the Three T's, Gotunks is forced into slavery to complete three more chapters befor sunset on wednesday. One for Trunks, one for Touma, and one for Tamahome*
My three T's are hot but man do they like to make me work for it!
**********************************************************************************
The Space Odyssey: Back to Reallity
Chapter 6
****************************
No sound in the large room, no motion either. A huge oak table, void of any debris. A nearly round, shiny red item maticulously placed at the center. Set with perfection, it appears to be held as the most important of things.
With no catalyst or interaction, it slowly begins to tremble. The wobble slow and almost unnoticeable from left to right. It then begins to spin in a stationary spot. It's speed ever increasing until it stops. Like it hadn't moved to begin with.
It lifts from the table. Hovering only millimeters from it's resting place. A now definite tremble, as slight as it is. It rocks low on a downward tilt, but righting itself again. It dips once like a bobber but not touching the table. It then floats several inches higher and back down again. It spins slowly on it's axis.
"What're you doing?"
The apple explodes. Leaving it's carnage on the surrounding aray. The table, the chairs, the walls, the floor. Bulma and Vejiita.
Vejiita glares up at Bulma who's hovering over him at the table. Him sitting in far chair, legs crossed and back slumped as he was stariing at the once was apple. Bulma standing with hands on her hips as she was making dinner. Vejiita looks back to the mess that was made and he hmph's.
"Apples tend to have a mind of their own. I was seeing who's was greater, yours or his. He did the right thing."
Vejiita stands from the table and exits the room, leaving Bulma to clean the mess. She wipes up the mess quickly when Pan enters the kitchen carrying several huge bags full of stuff. She flings the stuff on the table and her and Bulma both sit down.
"You shoulda used the capsules I gave you." Bulma says, looking through some of the bags.
Pan pulls about twenty capsules from her pockets. "I did."
She picks up one capsule in peticular and hands it to Bulma.
"This is some stuff for Tsuragi, you can give it to him when ever you think he might be missing us. I really hate to be just leaving him with you guys. But him and Vejiita both really sound excited." Pan lets out a sigh.
Bulma sticks the capsule in her pocket and they start organizing all the stuff to take it out to the ship. AT the same time, Trunks comes in the back door carrying a sleeping Tsuragi in his arms.
He kisses Pan on the top of her head and heads up the stairs to lay him down. He drops the back pack and his briefcase at the bottom of the steps.
"It looks like they had a rough day at work." Bulma says.
"Yeah. They probably spent a half-hour making a mockery of the facility. Then fired his secretary and had ice cream in the food court." Pan says like it's an everyday occurance.
"What makes you say that?"
"Cause after their 3:30 meeting was over, Trunks called me on the cell and told me."
Trunks comes back into the kitchen, heading straight for the fridge. He pulls out a can of soda and chugs it in one huge gulp. He then sits at the table by Pan.
"You've got twenty minutes before he starts demanding food." He says to both of them with a small laugh.
"Tsuragi or Vejiita?"
"Both." He tells them while sifting his way through some of the bags.
"Vejiita can go without for all I care and if he really wants, he go have some apples. He seems to love them so much." Bulma states, getting back up from the table and goning back to her cooking.
Pan scoops up all the bags and takes them out to the ship, leaving Trunks alone at the table. The door slams shut and Trunks leans back in his chair. He begins to close his eyes when a cry comes from upstairs.
****************************************************************************************
Well, this is one chapter but I don't think I can make it three tonight.........Gomen!
I justt want to say that every chapter issigned with a Chibi-chan seal of aproval.......
which is hard to come by considering she's a T/M fan.......but she seems to be enjoying this fic......
Also, will you guys please go read my Fic called
A Single Drop of Blood
I just want some reassurance that I'm not totally messed up in writing that.........
Saiyan Serpent, what I was refering to in saying you asked for it was that you said you'd hate to see Trunks when he's upset. Hope that clarifies a l;ittle.
ThaT is all!
Peace and Cheeze fries
Gotunks~
