A Random Meda-Short: Usual disclaimers apply.
Main Characters: Spyke, Samantha and Sloan
Pairings Warning: None
Explanation: The result of seeing too many unlikely stories attempting to connect different anime characters with a certain race's lineage…
~ * Relative Woes * ~
"I'm home!"
Spyke kicked off his shoes, tossed his heavy backpack to one side, and started up the stairs toward his room. However, he stopped dead in his tracks at the sound of a very angry male voice bellowing at him from nearby.
"Boy! Come here!"
The stern tone brooked no argument. Spyke sighed and trudged toward the backyard, already knowing what was coming next. Peeking outside, he tried to delay what he knew was inevitably going to happen.
"Can't I at least go upstairs and change first? You remember what happened last time, Uncle…"
"Bah!" sneered the angry male voice. Something about the voice hinted its owner was practically eternally pissed off. "Your pathetic normal clothing can't stand up to the rigors of your training! Fine then! But hurry up!"
Thankful for the temporary reprieve, Spyke hurried to his room. Stripping off his shirt, pants and shoes, he then reached under his bed and pulled out a box. Opening it, he unfolded the uniform contained within and sighed.
"Spandex…it had to be spandex," he muttered, even as he swiftly dressed in the hated outfit.
"Boy!" the mean voice roared outside again.
Spyke sweated and sped up, hurrying to the backyard. He had a feeling this was going to be a long weekend…
The following Monday, Samantha was walking to school with Sloan, and she was pissed. Spyke had been missing for the entire weekend, ruining all of the plans the Screws had for their precious free time. Even now, there still wasn't any sign of their weakest member, and they weren't that far from the school building.
"…Damnit! Where the hell is Spyke?!" she finally screamed, stamping her foot.
Suddenly, a blinding flash of light erupted behind Samantha and Sloan, and they staggered back, shielding their eyes with their arms. When the brightness faded away, the two blinking Screws looked back to see Spyke standing behind them, panting hard. He smiled lopsidedly at them and gave a weak little wave, trying and failing to hide his nervousness.
"…H-hey, Boss… S-sorry I'm so late…"
"Where the hell have you been?!" Samantha demanded, rounding on the frightened boy. Noticing something distinctly odd about him, she blinked, then added in a more confused tone, "And did you dye your hair or something?"
"N-no, no!" Spyke insisted, shaking his head violently. Running a hand through his wild dark locks, he added, "See, same color as always!"
"….Hmm," Samantha glared at him suspiciously. Spyke continued to smile at her, and she squelched the nagging feeling that he was hiding something from her. With his luck, the hopeless medafighter had been beaten in a robattle again, and didn't want to face her.
"…Let's just get going, or we'll be late," she finally decided, turning and continuing on her way to school.
"…So where were you, anyway?" Sloan whispered to Spyke as they trailed behind their leader.
Spyke sighed and absently tugged on the back of his pants, concealing a definite bulge under his dark blue shirt.
"…Let's just say that I really hate it when Uncle Vegeta comes to visit," he groaned.
