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                                                            The Flames Within

                                          Chapter one

            *~*~*~*-Seventeen Year's Later-*~*~*~*~*~*

            "Mmm…smell that fresh air!" A blue haired woman stepped from a hover limo, arms stretched out, head tilted back, with lungs breathing deep the fresh forest air.

            Three other forms stumbled from the car, mumbling curses at the woman's words. Each of the three forms were male and they were quite grumpy males. The shortest one more so then the other two.

            "Woman…I can't believe you took me from my training to come here." The shortest fellow, who had gravity defying, black, unruly, hair, mumbled while leaning against a tree.

            The woman sighed and turned around to face her husband. "Lighten up Vegeta. This whole trip was to get you, and the boys, to stop training for a while. We all need to relax. R-e-l-a-x Vegeta…Re-"

            "I understood you the first time woman!"

            The two other forms, both standing around six feet three inches, snickered behind their hands. "Yeah dad…we're here to relax." The lavender haired boy chuckled, drawling out the last word longer than was necessary.

            "Trunks, why don't you and Goten go look for a good place to camp?" Leave it to the genius to break up a fight before it even started. No wonder why everyone loved her so much.

            "Sure mom…come on Go-man let's go." The two teens were out of there as soon as they caught Vegeta's glare, fearing for their lives.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*-Else where in the forest-*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

            "Ar-ar-aroooooooooo!!!!!!!!" The howl caught one wolfs attention, causing its head to snap up and look in the direction of it.

            "Intruders." was all it said before bounding off towards the sound.

            Now unlike all the others wolves this one was different. Walking on two legs and hairless, Little Two Legs, also known as Ren, wore nothing but a leather skin from a deer, a knife around her waist held there by a makeshift scabbard, and a small bag of flint around her neck.  Sliver-blond hair hung to her knees, making up for the loss of fur, while sharp, keen, blue eyes watched for potential enemies or looked for a day's meal.

             Another howl. It was telling anyone near by to check out the new intruders. She answered with her own howl, calling out to the rest of the pack that she would be the one to. There were no more howls after that.

            Ren nodded slowing in her run when she heard voices coming from the path she was on. Quickly she leapt into a near by tree, the foliage hiding her.

            "I thought that wolves only came out at night. So why are they howling now?" A boy with black, very spiky, hair asked another who had lavender hair.

            "Goten…wolves aren't nocturnal creatures. You just listen to one to many urban legends."

            Ren watched as the one called Goten smacked the others head, thus starting some kind of fight between the two. Ren's brow perked and she shook her head. They're no better then the pups. Shifting slightly on the branch, ready to jump down and run as if she were never there, she stopped moving when she noticed that the lavender haired boy was staring right at her!

            "Dude…Trunks…hello?" Goten, his fist caught in Trunks's grip, turned to look at the tree. "What are you-"

            Trunks slapped his hand, freeing his friend's fist, over Goten's mouth. "Shut up. I can sense something coming from that tree."

            Goten laughed. "Ohhh! And is a big squirrel going to eat us?"

            Trunks, smirking, shook his head. "No…but that tree is the one that a boy, our age, was reported hanging from. They say that his guts were ripped out and eaten by wolves."

             Goten laughed, with a hint of fear, and shook his head. "Nice try bud. But I'm not falling for it." A howl earned a girly screech from Goten thus the eighteen-year-old boy jumped into his friend's arms.

            Trunks laughed. "Goten isn't scared is he?"

            Goten snarled and jumped out of Trunks' grasp, smoothing down his cloths. "No. He's not." Smacking the purple haired boy, Goten proceeded to stomp back to where they had left Bulma and Vegeta.

            Ren, now absolutely confused, jumped down from the tree. She looked at the retreating backs of the boys and huffed something that sounded along the lines of 'stupid humans.'