Okay, thanks to all my reviewers! I'm a little bit confused about this fic.
but that doesn't matter! ^^ as long as I keep writing I'm bound to come up
with a good plot! So, keep reading!
BTW: I dun own dbz, for any of you who thought I did. *Pouts* you know what that means? I don't own Veggie. or Trunksie *Cries* ITS NOT FAIR! But I do own Kama-chan! Bwahahahahahhahahahaha. that means I can do whatever I want! *Dances* heh. *sweatdrop* anywho, thx for the reviews, now, on with the fic.
But First: Oh. and when you review, answer this question: Who should couple up with who? Because. well I'm having a hard time deciding!
Kama-chan: Are you done *Threatening glare*
Cantie: *nods*
AND!
*whap*
sorry.
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Kamasi muttered a little bit at her tail, this was the seventh time she'd tried to dye it and the white was still visible. She sighed and tried again, looking at the clock on the wall. She at this rate she'd miss the tournament! She gave a frustrated growl as she waited, glaring at anyone who came near her. With a snort she finally gave up on her tail, it was hopeless. So she quickly made her way back to her group, only a few flecks of white visible. Kersrit would have to deal with it. When she got back to her group they were already being issued weapons and being weighed. She hated being light, always being put in the . lightweight division, she KNEW she could take on any of the bigger males here.
"Kamasi! Where have you been?" bellowed the stout saiyajin
"Sorry, Sir, I was carrying out your orders, sir." She responded, uncoiling her tail from her waist "It didn't work too well, but I think it'll do"
"Fine, get over there, your division goes on first, if you don't win I'll make sure that your corpse is fed to the Shiroks!"
Kamasi muttered a bit at the threat. She wasn't going to loose, but the dishonor of becoming food for those things was unimaginable. She made a brief movement that might have resembled a bow if not for the dangerous look on her face and then headed off to be weighed and checked for outside weapons. As she was checked she glared at the men doing it. they always enjoyed themselves far too much. Once they finished she snatched her armor back from a guard with a stupid grin on his face. it took most of her self control not to punch him through the wall. With a shake of her head she continued down the chain-lined enclosed passage, it felt like a cage, the only thing she hated about arena fighting was this part. The endless checks and re-checks and being in these KAMI- DAMNED CAGES, she growled and slammed her fist into one of the chain linked fences, sending vibrations down it, and earning her a few worried looks from guards. She had a reputation for not respecting 'authority'. Sometimes she regretted being born a slave. She was strong, maybe as strong as some of the elite, maybe someday she'd free herself from Kersrit and his constant badgering; Someday, though probably not today, and more than likely that someday would never happen. She wasn't in the habit of diluting herself with foolish dreams and wishing!
Finally Kamasi finished her long trek down the 'hall of checks' she picked up her favorite weapon, from a long table, a set of metal claws and sat down on a long metal bench, putting them on. She slid one onto her left hand and examined it closely, looking for defects. Finding none she leaned back against the cement wall and now examined her competition. There were A few good warriors, but not many. Arena fighting wasn't supposed to be 'to the death'; at least that's what it said in the rulebook. But, as one of Kersrit's warrior's, she knew better to leave the arena before she was dead, or her opponent was. She sighed, one of these poor things would die today. It looked like this would be the first time in the large arena for some of them. Just out of the junior leagues and training, she shook her head.
She then closed her eyes and began going over her new techniques in her mind. She had come up with some nasty ones. Again she cursed the arena's limitations. it had an anti-ki field around it. No flying. no energy attacks. She did know how to harness her ki, unlike most arena fighters, but she had also survived a lot more battles than most arena fighters and therefore had more training and more money put into her training by her owner. 'Yes,' she thought to herself 'it is good to be the best'
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Trunks shook his head a few minutes after Pan walked from the courtyard, he'd been daydreaming. As he started walking he pulled the cape over his shoulder trying to hide the result of exactly -what- he'd been daydreaming about. He tried to stop his cheeks from burning, but all he managed to do was give himself a headache. Maybe he would invite Pan over for dinner some time.
He frowned at himself; he should really stop thinking like that. (Like that's likely!) Slowly he began to regain his normal state of mind, which was a good thing, because he began to see aliens in fine clothing roaming the halls as he approached the outer area of the palace, near the arena. Alien diplomats and rulers he guessed, here to see his father claim the throne. "Kami save us all" he muttered under his breath. His father couldn't look after him and his younger sister for an afternoon without threatening them and locking him in a closet, what would he do with an entire planet? Trunks shuddered at the thought.
He quickened his step, even though he was fairly used to seeing odd-looking creatures, once one gray alien that looked very much like a gray over weight hedgehog that batted 'its' overly long eyelashes at him. he was a bit freaked out. He hurried through the crowds that were gathering in the lower levels of the arena seating area and to the door that lead to the hallway to the royal seating area. yet another perk of being Vegeta's son.
As he entered he skidded to a stop, and stared for a minute at what he saw. 'How in the hell did she get here before me?' he thought to himself, dumbfounded.
"Veggie, come here and look! Look at em all!" a very excited Pan squeeked.
Trunks blinked, and looked to his right. he hadn't noticed his father sitting in a tall backed chair a few feet from the balcony.
"Woman" Trunks winced at the tone his father used. it reminded him far too much of how he had addressed Bulma. "Stop hanging over the edge like a baka, you'll see them all soon enough"
The dark-haired girl shook her rear in returned and smacked it a few times. "If you want me to move my ass, you can kiss it first!" she said, Trunks could hear the smirk in her voice.
Vegeta hesitated for a few seconds. Trunks guessed that noone had dared talk to him like that for quite some time. another thing that made him uneasy. Vegeta's hesitation didn't last long, he got up, grabbed the girl around the waist, prying her away from the balcony with a grunt, he then plopped her down in the chair next to his and gave her a glare.
"If you don't stay there I'll throw you off the balcony myself, woman!"
"I can fly"
"So I'll throw you down"
"I'll hold on"
"Not if I knock you out"
Pan gave him a sharp glare and folded her arms under her chest, stuck her nose up and made a noise of disgust. Finally, she noticed that Trunks had entered.
"What took you so long Trunksie-chan"
He growled at his pet name. "I didn't run like an idiot"
Vegeta cut in, "Boy sit down and shut up, I won't have you two's bickering ruin the tournament"
Pan and Trunks both gaped.
"But.."
"QUIET" Conversation ceased rather suddenly. Too much ego in too small a space always causes tension.
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What did you think? .O.o; I'm not to sure of this, I need support to keep writing so you know the drill, 5 more reviews for the next chappy! TOURNEY TIME! ^^ funnesssssss. and how is Juuhachi going to fit into this all??? (if you've got some interesting ideas please tell me!)
-KSP
BTW: I dun own dbz, for any of you who thought I did. *Pouts* you know what that means? I don't own Veggie. or Trunksie *Cries* ITS NOT FAIR! But I do own Kama-chan! Bwahahahahahhahahahaha. that means I can do whatever I want! *Dances* heh. *sweatdrop* anywho, thx for the reviews, now, on with the fic.
But First: Oh. and when you review, answer this question: Who should couple up with who? Because. well I'm having a hard time deciding!
Kama-chan: Are you done *Threatening glare*
Cantie: *nods*
AND!
*whap*
sorry.
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Kamasi muttered a little bit at her tail, this was the seventh time she'd tried to dye it and the white was still visible. She sighed and tried again, looking at the clock on the wall. She at this rate she'd miss the tournament! She gave a frustrated growl as she waited, glaring at anyone who came near her. With a snort she finally gave up on her tail, it was hopeless. So she quickly made her way back to her group, only a few flecks of white visible. Kersrit would have to deal with it. When she got back to her group they were already being issued weapons and being weighed. She hated being light, always being put in the . lightweight division, she KNEW she could take on any of the bigger males here.
"Kamasi! Where have you been?" bellowed the stout saiyajin
"Sorry, Sir, I was carrying out your orders, sir." She responded, uncoiling her tail from her waist "It didn't work too well, but I think it'll do"
"Fine, get over there, your division goes on first, if you don't win I'll make sure that your corpse is fed to the Shiroks!"
Kamasi muttered a bit at the threat. She wasn't going to loose, but the dishonor of becoming food for those things was unimaginable. She made a brief movement that might have resembled a bow if not for the dangerous look on her face and then headed off to be weighed and checked for outside weapons. As she was checked she glared at the men doing it. they always enjoyed themselves far too much. Once they finished she snatched her armor back from a guard with a stupid grin on his face. it took most of her self control not to punch him through the wall. With a shake of her head she continued down the chain-lined enclosed passage, it felt like a cage, the only thing she hated about arena fighting was this part. The endless checks and re-checks and being in these KAMI- DAMNED CAGES, she growled and slammed her fist into one of the chain linked fences, sending vibrations down it, and earning her a few worried looks from guards. She had a reputation for not respecting 'authority'. Sometimes she regretted being born a slave. She was strong, maybe as strong as some of the elite, maybe someday she'd free herself from Kersrit and his constant badgering; Someday, though probably not today, and more than likely that someday would never happen. She wasn't in the habit of diluting herself with foolish dreams and wishing!
Finally Kamasi finished her long trek down the 'hall of checks' she picked up her favorite weapon, from a long table, a set of metal claws and sat down on a long metal bench, putting them on. She slid one onto her left hand and examined it closely, looking for defects. Finding none she leaned back against the cement wall and now examined her competition. There were A few good warriors, but not many. Arena fighting wasn't supposed to be 'to the death'; at least that's what it said in the rulebook. But, as one of Kersrit's warrior's, she knew better to leave the arena before she was dead, or her opponent was. She sighed, one of these poor things would die today. It looked like this would be the first time in the large arena for some of them. Just out of the junior leagues and training, she shook her head.
She then closed her eyes and began going over her new techniques in her mind. She had come up with some nasty ones. Again she cursed the arena's limitations. it had an anti-ki field around it. No flying. no energy attacks. She did know how to harness her ki, unlike most arena fighters, but she had also survived a lot more battles than most arena fighters and therefore had more training and more money put into her training by her owner. 'Yes,' she thought to herself 'it is good to be the best'
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Trunks shook his head a few minutes after Pan walked from the courtyard, he'd been daydreaming. As he started walking he pulled the cape over his shoulder trying to hide the result of exactly -what- he'd been daydreaming about. He tried to stop his cheeks from burning, but all he managed to do was give himself a headache. Maybe he would invite Pan over for dinner some time.
He frowned at himself; he should really stop thinking like that. (Like that's likely!) Slowly he began to regain his normal state of mind, which was a good thing, because he began to see aliens in fine clothing roaming the halls as he approached the outer area of the palace, near the arena. Alien diplomats and rulers he guessed, here to see his father claim the throne. "Kami save us all" he muttered under his breath. His father couldn't look after him and his younger sister for an afternoon without threatening them and locking him in a closet, what would he do with an entire planet? Trunks shuddered at the thought.
He quickened his step, even though he was fairly used to seeing odd-looking creatures, once one gray alien that looked very much like a gray over weight hedgehog that batted 'its' overly long eyelashes at him. he was a bit freaked out. He hurried through the crowds that were gathering in the lower levels of the arena seating area and to the door that lead to the hallway to the royal seating area. yet another perk of being Vegeta's son.
As he entered he skidded to a stop, and stared for a minute at what he saw. 'How in the hell did she get here before me?' he thought to himself, dumbfounded.
"Veggie, come here and look! Look at em all!" a very excited Pan squeeked.
Trunks blinked, and looked to his right. he hadn't noticed his father sitting in a tall backed chair a few feet from the balcony.
"Woman" Trunks winced at the tone his father used. it reminded him far too much of how he had addressed Bulma. "Stop hanging over the edge like a baka, you'll see them all soon enough"
The dark-haired girl shook her rear in returned and smacked it a few times. "If you want me to move my ass, you can kiss it first!" she said, Trunks could hear the smirk in her voice.
Vegeta hesitated for a few seconds. Trunks guessed that noone had dared talk to him like that for quite some time. another thing that made him uneasy. Vegeta's hesitation didn't last long, he got up, grabbed the girl around the waist, prying her away from the balcony with a grunt, he then plopped her down in the chair next to his and gave her a glare.
"If you don't stay there I'll throw you off the balcony myself, woman!"
"I can fly"
"So I'll throw you down"
"I'll hold on"
"Not if I knock you out"
Pan gave him a sharp glare and folded her arms under her chest, stuck her nose up and made a noise of disgust. Finally, she noticed that Trunks had entered.
"What took you so long Trunksie-chan"
He growled at his pet name. "I didn't run like an idiot"
Vegeta cut in, "Boy sit down and shut up, I won't have you two's bickering ruin the tournament"
Pan and Trunks both gaped.
"But.."
"QUIET" Conversation ceased rather suddenly. Too much ego in too small a space always causes tension.
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What did you think? .O.o; I'm not to sure of this, I need support to keep writing so you know the drill, 5 more reviews for the next chappy! TOURNEY TIME! ^^ funnesssssss. and how is Juuhachi going to fit into this all??? (if you've got some interesting ideas please tell me!)
-KSP