I spun and tried to kicked Kyudo, but he grabbed my foot and swung it
around. I planted my hands in the ground and kicked him with my free foot.
He released his hold on my foot, stumbled back, and wiped purplish-blue
blood from where I had kicked him. He immediatly went back on defense,
blocking every punch I threw at him. I began to miss the days when he was
younger, he was easier to beat then. Nowadays, Kyudo seemed to be the
victor in more and more of our little sparring sessions.
Kyudo, for all of you who don't know, means "way of the bow" on Japanese. He didn't like to play with normal toys as a child. He'd wanted to use my bow since the moment he saw it. So, I passed it on to him when he was four, and he was skilled from day one. What can I say? It runs in the family.
My son was a taller, more noramily weighted form of his father. The same lavander skin, the same piercing black eyes. It pained my heart to see him grow up so fast. Where did the years go? He was already 15. His birthday was April 22nd, he was born 2 months premature, but he was of a normal hieght and weight at birth.
I think now would be a good time to turn the story telling over to him. It's the only way you can truely understand what happens.
Kyudo
Hey. My name is Kyudo Patterson and I'm 15 years old. I'm also the son of the princess of the entire Saiyan race, which there were once a prodidgious amount of. My dad, well, he's dead. My mom says he was a fighter too, but, come to think of it, she's never told me his name. I had my mom's last name cause he dies before they could get married. I knew my mom was only 17 when she had me. Acually, I was conceived on her birthday.
My mom is awsome. She taught me how to use my most prized position, my bow. I don't even remember her teaching me how to use it, but she said I was a natural and learned in less than a day. I guess shooting ki arrows is just in my blood or something.
Every day my mom finds time in her busy schedule to spar with me. She's a lawyer, so her days are pretty filled up. But every day. when she gets home and breathes, she changes into her yellow and navy blue fighting suit and we fight till someone wins. There's this one outfit she has thrown in the corner of her closet. She won't let me wear it, she doesn't wear it, yet she refuses to throw it out. It had red boots, light blueish-green pants, a matching shirt that went under a dark blue vest-type thing, and earrings. The sleeves puffed out at the top. I tried it on once. My mom came in and almost freaked. That was the only time she ever yelled at me. One thing I've never seen my mom do is cry. Her and her friend never cried, and rarely showed emotion to anyone but their children.
As far as school, I was born extremely gifted. Even though I was 15, I was a senior at Orange Star high school.
Now, I guess I should tell you about my two best friends in the universe, Darian and Joya. Darian Basil Son (he hated his middle name with the utmost passion) was the only child of my mom's friend Siobhan and this guy named Goten. Siobhan was a full blooded Saiyan, Goten was only half Saiyan, so that made Darian 3/4 Saiyan. Joya No Kane Brief was the daughter of Trunks and my mother's other friend Mariam. She's also a chick you do NOT wanna mess with. I've always thought of her as a sister, but guys look at her like she's a goddess. She's tall, with shoulder length purple hair and blue eyes. Darian looked just like his father, dark hair and dark eyes. Since I looked nothing like my mother I assumed I had to look like my father, but all I had was a reflection.
Darian could beat anyone down with his staff. Joya would wait till Darian had knocked you out, then chop you to pieces. I'd shoot an arrow throught your shirt so Darian didn't have to worry about you moving. You had to admit, we'd be a pretty good team if some evil force came to threaten us.
Darian and Joya so had a thing for each other, though neither would ever dare to admit it. But enough about us, back to the story at hand.
It all started this day when all three of out went out in the woods to just hang out. I had this odd feeling that I get somethimes. Something big was about to happen.
Casey
Just like his father huh? Always knowing what happening. Little did he know that his father was in fact alive, but as far as I was conserned, he might as well have been dead.
It all started this one bright and sunny Sunday afternoon. Kyudo was off in the woods with his friends, I had the day off due to rats at the Satan City Courthouse, and Mariam and Siobhan were over for a visit. Siobhan had become a voice instructer, Mariam a teacher. We were sitting outsid on my front lawn, sipping lemonade, chatting about this and that, the usual. When we ran out, I hopped out to go refill the pitcher. My son was sitting at the table.
"Kyudo what are you doing here? I thought you were out. And what did I tell you about wearing that?"
He looked at me like he had never heard his own name before. When he didn't speak (which was a red flag because he took all and every oppertunity to get a word in) I began to get confused.
"Kyudo, what's wrong?'
Still no answer, just a confused stare. Then it clicked. Oh my, Shin was back.
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Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha I bet you all wanna know what happens next
MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kyudo, for all of you who don't know, means "way of the bow" on Japanese. He didn't like to play with normal toys as a child. He'd wanted to use my bow since the moment he saw it. So, I passed it on to him when he was four, and he was skilled from day one. What can I say? It runs in the family.
My son was a taller, more noramily weighted form of his father. The same lavander skin, the same piercing black eyes. It pained my heart to see him grow up so fast. Where did the years go? He was already 15. His birthday was April 22nd, he was born 2 months premature, but he was of a normal hieght and weight at birth.
I think now would be a good time to turn the story telling over to him. It's the only way you can truely understand what happens.
Kyudo
Hey. My name is Kyudo Patterson and I'm 15 years old. I'm also the son of the princess of the entire Saiyan race, which there were once a prodidgious amount of. My dad, well, he's dead. My mom says he was a fighter too, but, come to think of it, she's never told me his name. I had my mom's last name cause he dies before they could get married. I knew my mom was only 17 when she had me. Acually, I was conceived on her birthday.
My mom is awsome. She taught me how to use my most prized position, my bow. I don't even remember her teaching me how to use it, but she said I was a natural and learned in less than a day. I guess shooting ki arrows is just in my blood or something.
Every day my mom finds time in her busy schedule to spar with me. She's a lawyer, so her days are pretty filled up. But every day. when she gets home and breathes, she changes into her yellow and navy blue fighting suit and we fight till someone wins. There's this one outfit she has thrown in the corner of her closet. She won't let me wear it, she doesn't wear it, yet she refuses to throw it out. It had red boots, light blueish-green pants, a matching shirt that went under a dark blue vest-type thing, and earrings. The sleeves puffed out at the top. I tried it on once. My mom came in and almost freaked. That was the only time she ever yelled at me. One thing I've never seen my mom do is cry. Her and her friend never cried, and rarely showed emotion to anyone but their children.
As far as school, I was born extremely gifted. Even though I was 15, I was a senior at Orange Star high school.
Now, I guess I should tell you about my two best friends in the universe, Darian and Joya. Darian Basil Son (he hated his middle name with the utmost passion) was the only child of my mom's friend Siobhan and this guy named Goten. Siobhan was a full blooded Saiyan, Goten was only half Saiyan, so that made Darian 3/4 Saiyan. Joya No Kane Brief was the daughter of Trunks and my mother's other friend Mariam. She's also a chick you do NOT wanna mess with. I've always thought of her as a sister, but guys look at her like she's a goddess. She's tall, with shoulder length purple hair and blue eyes. Darian looked just like his father, dark hair and dark eyes. Since I looked nothing like my mother I assumed I had to look like my father, but all I had was a reflection.
Darian could beat anyone down with his staff. Joya would wait till Darian had knocked you out, then chop you to pieces. I'd shoot an arrow throught your shirt so Darian didn't have to worry about you moving. You had to admit, we'd be a pretty good team if some evil force came to threaten us.
Darian and Joya so had a thing for each other, though neither would ever dare to admit it. But enough about us, back to the story at hand.
It all started this day when all three of out went out in the woods to just hang out. I had this odd feeling that I get somethimes. Something big was about to happen.
Casey
Just like his father huh? Always knowing what happening. Little did he know that his father was in fact alive, but as far as I was conserned, he might as well have been dead.
It all started this one bright and sunny Sunday afternoon. Kyudo was off in the woods with his friends, I had the day off due to rats at the Satan City Courthouse, and Mariam and Siobhan were over for a visit. Siobhan had become a voice instructer, Mariam a teacher. We were sitting outsid on my front lawn, sipping lemonade, chatting about this and that, the usual. When we ran out, I hopped out to go refill the pitcher. My son was sitting at the table.
"Kyudo what are you doing here? I thought you were out. And what did I tell you about wearing that?"
He looked at me like he had never heard his own name before. When he didn't speak (which was a red flag because he took all and every oppertunity to get a word in) I began to get confused.
"Kyudo, what's wrong?'
Still no answer, just a confused stare. Then it clicked. Oh my, Shin was back.
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Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha I bet you all wanna know what happens next
MWA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!