Hey, look at this! After all of the threats I received on the last chapter, I decided to start on a sequel! Took me long enough, ne? Well, it was only an 8 month hiatus! ^*^ First thing's first. I have decided to revise the story. The plot and all that fun stuff will be the same... I'm just gonna try to clean up the grammar and dialogue and add more description. We'll see how that goes. Anyway, I know I left the story off at an absolutely evil place, but I did so just in case I ever felt like doing a sequel. And lo and behold, you guys demanded one! So here it is, the next installment of B2W!
With a sudden burst of speed, she continued to run through the forest, dodging low
tree limbs and leaping over surfaced roots. She didn't need to glance behind her to
know that he had also picked up speed and was gaining on her. Forget that she had a
lead on him; he would soon be closing the gap between them.
She had just made it out into a clearing of grass when a pair of strong arms threw
themselves around her waist, tackling her to the ground. She and the assailant rolled
over a few times before finally stopping, leaving her trapped beneath him. Between her
panting, she managed to gasp out, "Looks like you've caught me."
Cerulean blue eyes stared back at her, a wicked glint in them. "Looks like it," he
agreed with a smirk, his face inching closer to hers. Just as their lips were about to
touch...
"Trunks! Usagi! Where the hell are you two?!" a voice echoed loudly through the
forest and reached their ears.
Groaning, Trunks collapsed against the girl, his face buried in her soft golden hair.
"Miles from the house, we can still hear her," his muffled voice floated up to her ears,
causing her to giggle.
"Bulma definitely has a knack for that," Usagi bemused, gently pushing Trunks
away from her. He stood, extending a hand to help her up. They began to make their
way back to Capsule Corp. at a leisurely pace, hands still entwined. Sure, they knew
Bulma was waiting, but they weren't about to cut their alone time short.
Lately, they found it harder and harder to find any time to spend with just
themselves. There was always a distraction around, whether it was their friends
dropping by for unexpected visits or his mother's unusually eager suggestions on how
they should have a nice evening of family togetherness. Those always resulted in
screaming, sarcastic jokes, and the occasional food fight.
For whatever reason, Bulma had been reluctant to leave the couple alone, almost
as if she were afraid something was going to happen to them. But that was ridiculous.
It had been six months since Usagi's being attacked, and it had been peaceful ever
since. Trunks just summed it up to raw nerves.
A good twenty minutes later, they strolled into the kitchen, only to be greeted by a
livid Bulma wielding a very large spatula, which she waved around emphatically.
"Where were you?" she screeched, causing them to almost cringe. "I told you dinner
would be ready in a few minutes, and then you disappeared!"
Exchanging a perplexed look with Usagi, Trunks braced himself for the continuation
of a verbal lashing. He was surprised when Bulma's angered scowl broke off into a
small smile.
"I'll let it slide, this time," Bulma spoke as she ushered them into the dining room.
What they saw made them stop. The table was lavishly set, complete with lace
tablecloth and fine china. It was piled to maximum capacity with several dishes of
food. But that wasn't what surprised them the most. At the head of the table sat none
other than... Vegeta?
Usagi knew her mouth was hanging open in shock, but she couldn't seem to will
herself to close it. Vegeta was actually dining with them? This was a first! Now she
knew something was wrong...
"Well, sit down already!" Bulma's voice interrupted the eerie silence. Doing as told,
Usagi and Trunks took a seat side by side at the table, while Bulma sat between
Vegeta and baby Trunks, who was messily slinging food all over his high chair.
Unable to take the suspense any longer, Usagi blurted out, "All right, what's going
on?" All she received was a blank look from Bulma and a trademark smirk from
Vegeta. "I know something's up, because this--" she gestured to the table--"isn't
normal, not by a long shot. So what's the deal?"
"What do you mean?" Bulma forced a smile that did indeed look forced.
At this, even Vegeta couldn't keep quiet. "You've been more annoying lately with
your nagging and requests for asinine gatherings," he scoffed bluntly, arms crossed
over his chest.
Bulma laughed. Ridiculous! His comment was completely ridiculous! All right, so
it might have held some ring of truth to it, but still... Asinine? Really! "Nothing's up,
really," she insisted, helping herself to a roll from the bowl beside her plate.
At Usagi and Trunks's skeptical glances, she knew that she had better start
talking. Heaving a sigh, Bulma looked at Trunks, then Usagi, then back again. "I just
couldn't help it. I want to spend as much time as possible with you. I'm going to miss
you so much." As tears threatened to spill, she tried desperately to blink them away.
Usagi could tell that they were missing a pretty large piece of information. And
whatever it was, Bulma was not happy about it. "Bulma, what do you mean, you're
going to miss us?" she asked the older woman gently.
Her voice steady and even, Bulma replied quietly. "You're going home. Back to
your own dimension."
Ooh, mysterious! I know it was short. Very short, actually. Still, at least I got it out! I'm sure that, for those of you who read this a while back, you can tell that there's been a major difference in my writing style. Hopefully for the better, too. Anyway... I'm not gonna lie... I'll try to update as frequently as I can, but it'll probly be every other week or so. I'm currently working on 4 other fics, and I have 2 more possibly in the works. I'll try my best to update fast, though! So if you want me to continue on with this fic, please review! I love to hear what you think!
With a sudden burst of speed, she continued to run through the forest, dodging low
tree limbs and leaping over surfaced roots. She didn't need to glance behind her to
know that he had also picked up speed and was gaining on her. Forget that she had a
lead on him; he would soon be closing the gap between them.
She had just made it out into a clearing of grass when a pair of strong arms threw
themselves around her waist, tackling her to the ground. She and the assailant rolled
over a few times before finally stopping, leaving her trapped beneath him. Between her
panting, she managed to gasp out, "Looks like you've caught me."
Cerulean blue eyes stared back at her, a wicked glint in them. "Looks like it," he
agreed with a smirk, his face inching closer to hers. Just as their lips were about to
touch...
"Trunks! Usagi! Where the hell are you two?!" a voice echoed loudly through the
forest and reached their ears.
Groaning, Trunks collapsed against the girl, his face buried in her soft golden hair.
"Miles from the house, we can still hear her," his muffled voice floated up to her ears,
causing her to giggle.
"Bulma definitely has a knack for that," Usagi bemused, gently pushing Trunks
away from her. He stood, extending a hand to help her up. They began to make their
way back to Capsule Corp. at a leisurely pace, hands still entwined. Sure, they knew
Bulma was waiting, but they weren't about to cut their alone time short.
Lately, they found it harder and harder to find any time to spend with just
themselves. There was always a distraction around, whether it was their friends
dropping by for unexpected visits or his mother's unusually eager suggestions on how
they should have a nice evening of family togetherness. Those always resulted in
screaming, sarcastic jokes, and the occasional food fight.
For whatever reason, Bulma had been reluctant to leave the couple alone, almost
as if she were afraid something was going to happen to them. But that was ridiculous.
It had been six months since Usagi's being attacked, and it had been peaceful ever
since. Trunks just summed it up to raw nerves.
A good twenty minutes later, they strolled into the kitchen, only to be greeted by a
livid Bulma wielding a very large spatula, which she waved around emphatically.
"Where were you?" she screeched, causing them to almost cringe. "I told you dinner
would be ready in a few minutes, and then you disappeared!"
Exchanging a perplexed look with Usagi, Trunks braced himself for the continuation
of a verbal lashing. He was surprised when Bulma's angered scowl broke off into a
small smile.
"I'll let it slide, this time," Bulma spoke as she ushered them into the dining room.
What they saw made them stop. The table was lavishly set, complete with lace
tablecloth and fine china. It was piled to maximum capacity with several dishes of
food. But that wasn't what surprised them the most. At the head of the table sat none
other than... Vegeta?
Usagi knew her mouth was hanging open in shock, but she couldn't seem to will
herself to close it. Vegeta was actually dining with them? This was a first! Now she
knew something was wrong...
"Well, sit down already!" Bulma's voice interrupted the eerie silence. Doing as told,
Usagi and Trunks took a seat side by side at the table, while Bulma sat between
Vegeta and baby Trunks, who was messily slinging food all over his high chair.
Unable to take the suspense any longer, Usagi blurted out, "All right, what's going
on?" All she received was a blank look from Bulma and a trademark smirk from
Vegeta. "I know something's up, because this--" she gestured to the table--"isn't
normal, not by a long shot. So what's the deal?"
"What do you mean?" Bulma forced a smile that did indeed look forced.
At this, even Vegeta couldn't keep quiet. "You've been more annoying lately with
your nagging and requests for asinine gatherings," he scoffed bluntly, arms crossed
over his chest.
Bulma laughed. Ridiculous! His comment was completely ridiculous! All right, so
it might have held some ring of truth to it, but still... Asinine? Really! "Nothing's up,
really," she insisted, helping herself to a roll from the bowl beside her plate.
At Usagi and Trunks's skeptical glances, she knew that she had better start
talking. Heaving a sigh, Bulma looked at Trunks, then Usagi, then back again. "I just
couldn't help it. I want to spend as much time as possible with you. I'm going to miss
you so much." As tears threatened to spill, she tried desperately to blink them away.
Usagi could tell that they were missing a pretty large piece of information. And
whatever it was, Bulma was not happy about it. "Bulma, what do you mean, you're
going to miss us?" she asked the older woman gently.
Her voice steady and even, Bulma replied quietly. "You're going home. Back to
your own dimension."
Ooh, mysterious! I know it was short. Very short, actually. Still, at least I got it out! I'm sure that, for those of you who read this a while back, you can tell that there's been a major difference in my writing style. Hopefully for the better, too. Anyway... I'm not gonna lie... I'll try to update as frequently as I can, but it'll probly be every other week or so. I'm currently working on 4 other fics, and I have 2 more possibly in the works. I'll try my best to update fast, though! So if you want me to continue on with this fic, please review! I love to hear what you think!