Chapter 21: A New Hope
It was indeed the ship that they had built from Guyolo's original. It had two handprints on the left side of the hatch. Trunks laughed as he remembered when had happened. ***** Trunks handed her the buckets of green and blue paint. He didn't understand why she had insisted that she paint something on the side. If she was going to paint something to show honor for those who fell to the androids evil reign of terror, he wouldn't have minded. She said she was not sure what she would paint but it would be something to distinguish this ship from any and all others that would ever be made from these blueprints. He watched as she sketched in a notepad everything that she could possibly paint on this spacecraft. As he sat there watching her moan and groan and complain about how she would never think of something original enough, the urge became too much. Silently and swiftly, he tiptoed behind her. Hearing him approach, she jumped up and jokingly slid down into stance, but as she did so she knocked over one of the half open containers. Trying to pick it up before too much spilled out, she bent over only to lose her balance. Luckily she caught herself with one hand. "Oh look at the mess I have made." "Don't worry about it. That's what the bots are for." Trunks laughed. "But you have a couple of splatters on you leg." She looked down and shook her head back and forth. "I can make a mess out of everything can't I? I can't even manage to keep myself clean." She giggled as she put one hand on the pod to rub the paint off her leg. Quickly she jerked her head to her hand on the pod. Trunks couldn't help but laugh harder as his girlfriend pulled her hand back and sighed, letting her shoulders sink some. She had just left a green handprint beside the hatch. Smiling he leaned down and put some paint on his hand then placed his next to where her small hand had left its mark. His was huge compared to hers. "Good idea Marron. No one can copy our handprints." Trunks said as he turned to her. She smiled as she put a hand up to his face. "You are so sweet." She whispered. He ran his hand down her cheek. "I know." Then he started to laugh. Marron puckered her lips and squeezed her eyes shut. "Your hand was very cold Trunks." "Hey you did it to me too." Marron lifted up her other hand, still covering in green paint. "I did what?" Trunks' eye went wide. "Uh oh." He laughed. "Oh don't worry about it." She said as she quickly ran her hands through his hair. "Now we are even, don't ever dye your hair green." "Hey, it'll take me forever to get this stuff out of my hair." "Naw, just go wash it right now." Smirking, Trunks picked her up and ran out of the lab then the house. She had become quite used to these sudden outings. "Where are we going this time?" she asked as she kissed him lightly. "To go get this paint out of my hair." "Oh, okay..wait.why are you taking me with you?" "So we can get that paint off your face." "Trunks! Don't you dare get me wet!!" she shrieked. "I won't. I won't." She sighed in relief. "I'll get you soaked." He laughed as he let her fall into the lake below them. A few seconds later her head bobbed up out of the water and her teeth began to chatter so loud he could hear them from up in the air. ***** He sighed wishing he could go back to those days when he and her played so much. Then he remembered why he was here. He leaned over and pressed the button that opened the hatch. He stood back as it hissed to release the airtight grip created to keep the door flush with the rest of the ship for superior aerodynamic flight. The door slowly fell to the ground as Trunks climbed into the empty cockpit to look around. It smelled of that day's battle and there were a couple of bloodstains on the control panel and on the seat. This gave him a new found hope that she could still be out there. "Looking for something?"
It was indeed the ship that they had built from Guyolo's original. It had two handprints on the left side of the hatch. Trunks laughed as he remembered when had happened. ***** Trunks handed her the buckets of green and blue paint. He didn't understand why she had insisted that she paint something on the side. If she was going to paint something to show honor for those who fell to the androids evil reign of terror, he wouldn't have minded. She said she was not sure what she would paint but it would be something to distinguish this ship from any and all others that would ever be made from these blueprints. He watched as she sketched in a notepad everything that she could possibly paint on this spacecraft. As he sat there watching her moan and groan and complain about how she would never think of something original enough, the urge became too much. Silently and swiftly, he tiptoed behind her. Hearing him approach, she jumped up and jokingly slid down into stance, but as she did so she knocked over one of the half open containers. Trying to pick it up before too much spilled out, she bent over only to lose her balance. Luckily she caught herself with one hand. "Oh look at the mess I have made." "Don't worry about it. That's what the bots are for." Trunks laughed. "But you have a couple of splatters on you leg." She looked down and shook her head back and forth. "I can make a mess out of everything can't I? I can't even manage to keep myself clean." She giggled as she put one hand on the pod to rub the paint off her leg. Quickly she jerked her head to her hand on the pod. Trunks couldn't help but laugh harder as his girlfriend pulled her hand back and sighed, letting her shoulders sink some. She had just left a green handprint beside the hatch. Smiling he leaned down and put some paint on his hand then placed his next to where her small hand had left its mark. His was huge compared to hers. "Good idea Marron. No one can copy our handprints." Trunks said as he turned to her. She smiled as she put a hand up to his face. "You are so sweet." She whispered. He ran his hand down her cheek. "I know." Then he started to laugh. Marron puckered her lips and squeezed her eyes shut. "Your hand was very cold Trunks." "Hey you did it to me too." Marron lifted up her other hand, still covering in green paint. "I did what?" Trunks' eye went wide. "Uh oh." He laughed. "Oh don't worry about it." She said as she quickly ran her hands through his hair. "Now we are even, don't ever dye your hair green." "Hey, it'll take me forever to get this stuff out of my hair." "Naw, just go wash it right now." Smirking, Trunks picked her up and ran out of the lab then the house. She had become quite used to these sudden outings. "Where are we going this time?" she asked as she kissed him lightly. "To go get this paint out of my hair." "Oh, okay..wait.why are you taking me with you?" "So we can get that paint off your face." "Trunks! Don't you dare get me wet!!" she shrieked. "I won't. I won't." She sighed in relief. "I'll get you soaked." He laughed as he let her fall into the lake below them. A few seconds later her head bobbed up out of the water and her teeth began to chatter so loud he could hear them from up in the air. ***** He sighed wishing he could go back to those days when he and her played so much. Then he remembered why he was here. He leaned over and pressed the button that opened the hatch. He stood back as it hissed to release the airtight grip created to keep the door flush with the rest of the ship for superior aerodynamic flight. The door slowly fell to the ground as Trunks climbed into the empty cockpit to look around. It smelled of that day's battle and there were a couple of bloodstains on the control panel and on the seat. This gave him a new found hope that she could still be out there. "Looking for something?"