Brolly awoke to harsh, artificial light. Dr. Gero hovered over him, pulling back the Saiyan's eyelids and shining a flashlight at the pupils. The cranky alien batting half-heartedly at the mad scientist. His head was buzzing and felt like it was going to explode.
"How are we feeling today?" greeted Dr. Gero in a syrupy tone of voice.
"Burn in hell," growled Brolly in reply.
"That well, eh? I hope you are up for today's agenda. I was thinking that after a light breakfast of toast and grapefruit that we could maybe reek havoc on an unexpecting world."
"Sounds yummy," stated the Legendary Super Saiyan with a wicked smile.
*****
Yamcha leaned back against the blue and orange striped cushions of the lawn chair. In front of him lay the expanse of one of the larger outdoor courtyards of Capsule Corp. The Earth warriors were taking a thirty-minute spar break. While the others had meandered inside for refreshments, Yamcha had decided to take advantage of the cool breeze and rest outdoors.
He casually watched Trunks, Goten, and Gohan play a game of chase. Of course this was no ordinary game of tag. The boys had phased out of human vision several minutes ago. Yamcha was barely able to keep track as they darted from place to place.
Despite himself, Yamcha smiled. He and Pu'ar had spent the better half of the previous night laying on the living room floor, staring idly at the ceiling. They had pondered all of life's mysteries, just like when it had been the two of them alone in the desert.
Over the course of the night, Yamcha had reconciled all of his feelings for his former lover. It was true that he no longer loved Bulma in the romantic sense. Yet, he would still gladly lay down his life for the woman he considered to be his best friend (next to Pu'ar of course).
The thought of Bulma in Vegeta's arms still bothered the former desert bandit. The entire idea left a nasty taste in his mouth. He still could not get past the image of Vegeta as an enemy, even though the rest of the warriors seemed to have readily accepted the grumpy prince and his psychotic comrades into their ranks.
As Yamcha's eyes wandered away from the boy's game, they fell on one of the many tables set up for employees to take advantage of. At this particular table sat several young women, fresh out of college. They all had plentiful cleavage that was exaggerated by unnecessary push-up bras. Short, classy, pinstriped skirts accented lean legs. One girl caught Yamcha's attention. She had short, wavy pink hair and sparkling blue eyes. She laughed at one of her companion's jokes, daintily covering her mouth with a petite hand. Glancing over towards him, the pink-haired girl caught his eye. She smiled shyly and turned away. The women leaned in close together and tittered girlishly, casting conspiratorial looks towards the lounging warrior.
Yamcha's view was blocked by the appearance of Trunks, Goten, and Gohan in front of him.
"Whatcha lookin' at, Yamcha-san?" asked Goten cheerfully.
"He's checking out those girl's over there," answered Trunks knowingly, a Vegeta-like smirk on his face.
Yamcha flushed at the boy's accurate assumption. He stammered incoherently, completely caught off guard. Trunks, however, turned away and studied the women at the table. Suddenly, a sly grin spread across the boy's face.
"Which one do you think is the prettiest, Yamcha-san?" asked the lavender-haired child.
The ex-bandit stared at the boy incredulously. "The pink-haired girl," he answered hesitantly.
Trunks bobbed his head up and down, obviously approving of the man's choice. He strolled over to a basketball that the boys had discarded earlier that day. Picking it up, he tossed the ball to Goten. Trunks then walked back towards his friends, placing himself between them and the women.
"Hey, Goten. Throw the ball to me. Hard. But not too hard, okay?" instructed Trunks.
The boy scrunched up his face in confusion, but shrugged compliantly. "Okay, Trunks-kun."
Goten hurled the ball towards his friend. Trunks held up his hands in a feint to catch the projectile, but he let it pass through his grasp. The ball continued to fly through the air and landed exactly in the middle of the ladies's table. Food splattered over their business suits as the ball bounced off the table and rolled to a stop at their feet. The women let out squeaks of protest and leapt away from the ruined meal.
Trunks turned to Goten and frowned disapprovingly. "That was *too* hard, Goten."
"Gomen ne," apologized the younger boy.
Trunks waved his hand dismissively and then trotted over to the women. Yamcha watched him curiously as the boy stooped down to pick up the errant ball. Hugging the basketball tightly to him, Trunks stared up at the women with childlike innocence. The boy spoke to the women, but he was too far away for Yamcha to overhear. Anxiety knotted the former bandit's stomach as he watched Trunks talk with the woman. After a moment, Trunks turned to face Yamcha and gestured towards the man by tilting his head. The women looked over at the blushing bandit. The women giggled. Yamcha swallowed his growing dread. The pink-haired woman leaned down and whispered something into Trunks's ear. The young child grinned up at her and then trotted back over to his awaiting friends.
"What did you say?" demanded Yamcha the minute Trunks stopped in front of him.
The boy smiled mischievously at him. "I just apologized for Goten throwing the ball into their lunch."
"What else?" asked the man, leaning forward.
"Just that you thought that the pink-haired girl was real cute," replied Trunks innocently.
"What did she tell you?" whispered Yamcha, his voice hoarse.
Trunks grinned triumphantly. He leaned in close to Yamcha. "Her phone number."
*****
Hey minna-san! Tons of apologies for such a long wait for this chapter. And it's just a pseudo-chapter really. I wanted to write more, but I figured I had better go ahead and post again. Next chapter will be the beginning of the Big Battle. I promise to post a lot sooner than I have been. The first wave of tests is over for now, and my schedule should be clearing up. Plus, I'm going to try to impose a thirty-minute-a-day-writing schedule. Maybe that way, I'll get more written. Once again, I'm sorry for taking so long. See ya soon!
~ ladymoonlight n.n
"How are we feeling today?" greeted Dr. Gero in a syrupy tone of voice.
"Burn in hell," growled Brolly in reply.
"That well, eh? I hope you are up for today's agenda. I was thinking that after a light breakfast of toast and grapefruit that we could maybe reek havoc on an unexpecting world."
"Sounds yummy," stated the Legendary Super Saiyan with a wicked smile.
*****
Yamcha leaned back against the blue and orange striped cushions of the lawn chair. In front of him lay the expanse of one of the larger outdoor courtyards of Capsule Corp. The Earth warriors were taking a thirty-minute spar break. While the others had meandered inside for refreshments, Yamcha had decided to take advantage of the cool breeze and rest outdoors.
He casually watched Trunks, Goten, and Gohan play a game of chase. Of course this was no ordinary game of tag. The boys had phased out of human vision several minutes ago. Yamcha was barely able to keep track as they darted from place to place.
Despite himself, Yamcha smiled. He and Pu'ar had spent the better half of the previous night laying on the living room floor, staring idly at the ceiling. They had pondered all of life's mysteries, just like when it had been the two of them alone in the desert.
Over the course of the night, Yamcha had reconciled all of his feelings for his former lover. It was true that he no longer loved Bulma in the romantic sense. Yet, he would still gladly lay down his life for the woman he considered to be his best friend (next to Pu'ar of course).
The thought of Bulma in Vegeta's arms still bothered the former desert bandit. The entire idea left a nasty taste in his mouth. He still could not get past the image of Vegeta as an enemy, even though the rest of the warriors seemed to have readily accepted the grumpy prince and his psychotic comrades into their ranks.
As Yamcha's eyes wandered away from the boy's game, they fell on one of the many tables set up for employees to take advantage of. At this particular table sat several young women, fresh out of college. They all had plentiful cleavage that was exaggerated by unnecessary push-up bras. Short, classy, pinstriped skirts accented lean legs. One girl caught Yamcha's attention. She had short, wavy pink hair and sparkling blue eyes. She laughed at one of her companion's jokes, daintily covering her mouth with a petite hand. Glancing over towards him, the pink-haired girl caught his eye. She smiled shyly and turned away. The women leaned in close together and tittered girlishly, casting conspiratorial looks towards the lounging warrior.
Yamcha's view was blocked by the appearance of Trunks, Goten, and Gohan in front of him.
"Whatcha lookin' at, Yamcha-san?" asked Goten cheerfully.
"He's checking out those girl's over there," answered Trunks knowingly, a Vegeta-like smirk on his face.
Yamcha flushed at the boy's accurate assumption. He stammered incoherently, completely caught off guard. Trunks, however, turned away and studied the women at the table. Suddenly, a sly grin spread across the boy's face.
"Which one do you think is the prettiest, Yamcha-san?" asked the lavender-haired child.
The ex-bandit stared at the boy incredulously. "The pink-haired girl," he answered hesitantly.
Trunks bobbed his head up and down, obviously approving of the man's choice. He strolled over to a basketball that the boys had discarded earlier that day. Picking it up, he tossed the ball to Goten. Trunks then walked back towards his friends, placing himself between them and the women.
"Hey, Goten. Throw the ball to me. Hard. But not too hard, okay?" instructed Trunks.
The boy scrunched up his face in confusion, but shrugged compliantly. "Okay, Trunks-kun."
Goten hurled the ball towards his friend. Trunks held up his hands in a feint to catch the projectile, but he let it pass through his grasp. The ball continued to fly through the air and landed exactly in the middle of the ladies's table. Food splattered over their business suits as the ball bounced off the table and rolled to a stop at their feet. The women let out squeaks of protest and leapt away from the ruined meal.
Trunks turned to Goten and frowned disapprovingly. "That was *too* hard, Goten."
"Gomen ne," apologized the younger boy.
Trunks waved his hand dismissively and then trotted over to the women. Yamcha watched him curiously as the boy stooped down to pick up the errant ball. Hugging the basketball tightly to him, Trunks stared up at the women with childlike innocence. The boy spoke to the women, but he was too far away for Yamcha to overhear. Anxiety knotted the former bandit's stomach as he watched Trunks talk with the woman. After a moment, Trunks turned to face Yamcha and gestured towards the man by tilting his head. The women looked over at the blushing bandit. The women giggled. Yamcha swallowed his growing dread. The pink-haired woman leaned down and whispered something into Trunks's ear. The young child grinned up at her and then trotted back over to his awaiting friends.
"What did you say?" demanded Yamcha the minute Trunks stopped in front of him.
The boy smiled mischievously at him. "I just apologized for Goten throwing the ball into their lunch."
"What else?" asked the man, leaning forward.
"Just that you thought that the pink-haired girl was real cute," replied Trunks innocently.
"What did she tell you?" whispered Yamcha, his voice hoarse.
Trunks grinned triumphantly. He leaned in close to Yamcha. "Her phone number."
*****
Hey minna-san! Tons of apologies for such a long wait for this chapter. And it's just a pseudo-chapter really. I wanted to write more, but I figured I had better go ahead and post again. Next chapter will be the beginning of the Big Battle. I promise to post a lot sooner than I have been. The first wave of tests is over for now, and my schedule should be clearing up. Plus, I'm going to try to impose a thirty-minute-a-day-writing schedule. Maybe that way, I'll get more written. Once again, I'm sorry for taking so long. See ya soon!
~ ladymoonlight n.n