Eh......I dun really have anything to say.......so......*shrug* Um......I hope you enjoyed the last chapter? *ducks as a barrage of oranges and rotten fruit come flying at her* Ok! Ok! I understand that you all are frustrated at me!! I didn't mean to have such a short chapter! Gomen!! Well, hopefully this chapter will make it up to you, ne? *grins* Ja ne!!

Disclaimer: I know that no one reads this.......but, oh well. I don't own any of the copyrighted characters in my fic. (But I do wish I owned Trunks 'n' Goku 'n' Juunana 'n' Heero....*sniff*)



Gotta Catch a Bishonen!

Chapter Seven

The group had been traveling in the forest for several days when they finally came upon a sign of civilization. A shack in the middle of nowhere. A run-down, dirty, abandoned for YEARS type of shack.

"Yuck.....who'd want to live in this?" Arashi asked as she leaned forward and gently poked the wooden door. To her surprise, the wooden door fell into the small shack. Apparently, the wood had rotted off of it's hinges and had required only a gentle poke to finally make it give up it's losing battle of trying to stay on the door. A gust of wind blew through the small house, picking up layers and layers of dirt. As it blew back outside, taking the dirt with it, Arashi began to cough.

Thinking that something was wrong with his new Bishonen trainer, Heero quickly grabbed her and shoved her behind himself. Glaring darkly at the shack, he growled, "Omae o korosu."

Hearing this, Duet and her Bishonen started laughing, finding this hilarious. Finally recovering from her fit of coughing, Arashi glared at her sister, then dragged her four Bishonen further into the small shack. "Shut up," she said over her shoulder, directing a glare even darker than Heero's at her sister.

And was abruptly stopped as a huge sword fell down in front of her face, inches from her nose. Arashi quickly backed away in surprise, accidently falling backwards. "Blast it!" she managed to squeak out, pointing at the figure lurching withing the shadows, just before Trunks ran in front of her, blocking the next attack.

All the while, Duet ran forward, trying to find some way to help her older sister. "Arashi!" she called out as she was stopped from entering the shack by Vegeta.

"Let me pass! She may need my help!" Duet gasped, anxious to be inside with her sister. "What if she gets hurt?" Duet tried to dodge under one of her Bishonen's arm, but Vegeta caught her before she could run inside.

"Look, you baka! Can't you see that they don't need your help? Arashi's Bishonen are strong, and they don't need my or Duo's help. Just look!"

Duet looked; then blinked. What Vegeta had been saying was true. Arashi didn't need her help. While she and her Bishonen had been arguing, Juunana had quickly blasted the attacker, strong enough to knock them unconscious, but not strong enough to kill him.

Once Arashi was sure that the attacker wouldn't suddenly 'come back to life', she quickly threw one of her Bisho-balls at the smoke, intending to catch him. With a flash of blue light, the Bisho-ball came back to her.

Grinning at her little sister, Arashi and her Bishonen walked back towards the entrance. "Looks like I caught another Bishonen, huh, sis?" she commented once she got close enough.

Duet sighed, relieved that Arashi wasn't harmed in any way......and somewhat happy that her sister retained her sense of humor. "Yup, looks like you did. Open it to find out who it is!"

Winking at Duet, Arashi complied. "Bishonen, I choose you!" she yelled as she threw the ball. With a large flash of light, Arashi's new Bishonen appeared.

A Wufei.

He blinked a couple of times, then glared darkly at Arashi. "What is the meaning of this, onna?" he asked harshly, tightening his grip on his large katana.

"Oh no!!" Arashi moaned, slowly falling to her knees. "I caught a Wufei!! No! I was hoping that I had caught a Terry McGuinness.....or maybe a Ferio...hmmm....oh! Or maybe even a Clef!" At this last Bishonen name, Arashi's eyes went all sparkly.

Interrupting her, Wufei cleared his throat. Arashi glanced at him, and her eyes darkened ominously. "I don't want you!! I want a Terry, or a Ferio, or a Clef! I don't want a yucky old Wufei!"

At this, Wufei's eyes bugged out. "What did you just say, ONNA?!" he sputtered, his face darkening in anger.

"I just called you a yucky old Wufei," Arashi retorted. Then, to make matters worse, she stuck her tongue out at him.

"Why you........!" Wufei growled. Tightening his hold on his katana further, he began to walk slowly towards the red-headed Bishonen trainer. "Take that back, onna! Or else!"

Arashi sniffed at him. "Bite me, baka," was her reply.

Hearing this, the Bishonen winced. That was definitely the wrong thing to say to a Wufei! Duo whimpered and slowly began to edge behind Vegeta. He knew what would happen if you get a Wufei angry. Stroking his braid possessively, he became lost in memories. Memories of a time when he was bald.

Suddenly, Duet ran between the two (scary) people. "Stop it, you two!" she ordered, glaring at them both. Wufei was automatically cowed at her terrifying expression. Arashi, being used to her own glares, and those of her Bishonen, just raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Since you don't want to keep your newly-caught Wufei, Arashi, I'll take him," Duet offered, her glare lighting to a benevolent smile.

Arashi looked back and forth between Wufei and Duet, her expression cunning. Seeing how Wufei was looking at Duet in terror, and how Duet was looking at Wufei in adoration, she quickly came to a decision. "Deal," she said as she tossed the Bisho-ball to her little sister.

"Yatta!" Duet cried as she jumped up and down in happiness. Then, she turned back to Wufei. He gulped, noticing that Duet's expression resembled that of a hawk as it spotted it's prey. He quickly backed up, terrified of his new master. Suddenly, Duet sprang.

"Wu-Wu!!" she screamed as she glomped her new Bishonen as hard as she could. "I've always wanted a Wu-Wu of my very own, and now I got one! I'm sooo happy, Wu-Wu!! Aren't you?"

Wufei's only answer was to wheeze, due to the fact that his new Bishonen trainer was slowly cutting off the flow of air.

Paying no mind to this, Duet began to walk down the road, practically skipping, dragging Wufei behind her. Shaking their heads, Vegeta and Duo followed. Arashi blinked rapidly a couple of times; then she, too, followed her sister, her own Bishonen trailing behind her.

Right when the now-larger group was out of sight from the old shack, it collapsed with a huge cloud of dirt.

Several hours later, the group of Bishonen and the two trainers finally found an adequate camp site. It was a large meadow, with a deep stream located just a few yards away. Once the Bishonen were sure that their trainers were settled in, they finally settled into their own sleeping bags. All except for Wufei and Vegeta. Wufei didn't have a sleeping bag, and Vegeta preferred to sleep in the tree.

Wufei scowled down at Duo, who was nice and warm within his sleeping bag, cuddling his long braid as if it were a stuffed animal. Still scowling, he lay down and curled up into a ball, hoping that that would help save body heat.

An hour later, he woke up to find a warm blanket draped over his body, and Duet curled up in her sleeping bag next to him. Giving a rare smile at his new trainer, he crawled closer to her. Only when her back was to his stomach did he allow himself to sleep, determined to protect 'his' Duet from any and all harm.

From the other side of the fire, Arashi watched all of this silently. Once Wufei had fallen asleep and when she was certain that all the other people were sleeping deeply, she got out of her sleeping bag and silently jumped over the stream.

When she was far away from the campsite, she began her nightly routine. Her practice of martial arts. And......her practice of ki blast attacks.

For no one knew, except for herself and her dead mother, that Duet and herself were only half-sisters. They shared the same mother, but they had different fathers. And Arashi's father was a Bishonen. A Saiyan, in fact.

Bardock.

~*~

A pair of watchful black eyes watched Arashi as she practiced her martial arts, a wistful smile crinkling his eyes as he watched her move faster.....and faster........and faster, yet. Soon, she became only a blur to him. But he knew that if he concentrated hard enough, she would become clear again.

A long while later, once she had finished her katas, he moved silently away. A stray beam of moonlight fell upon him, revealing an X-shaped scar, and a long brown tail.