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yayayaya!!! Hehehe, don't mind me, lol. Well, anywho, I'll keep updating
now probably more on a regular basis! ( OH! And remember to read "worlds
collide" by myself and demondancing (check her stuff out too, it rocks)
well, read on! ~a/n~
I sat on the edge of my bed, holding my head in my hands, wishing that I could just have things be normal, for ONCE in my life at least. I heard a knock at the door and looked up, seeing Trunks walk in carefully, "Hey honey…what's the matter? You look a little upset? Has Vegeta been talking to you again?" He sat next to me, putting an arm around me. I laughed a little, "No, it's just I'm getting nervous about everything. The wedding, my life, having a family…" I sighed heavily, Trunks stroking my hair gently as he kissed my head, "Don't worry quite yet. Let things happen before you start to get upset, ok?" I nodded, smiling a little,
"Alright". He grinned, standing,
"That's my girl. Well, I gotta run, promised mom I'd help her!" He waved, walking out and I sighed again, looking out the window.
I sat for a long time, just staring at the stars in the sky, a velvet look to the deep blue above me. I don't even know how long I sat, just staring, allowing myself to remember my past and even cry when I needed to, allowing the pain to make me stronger. After a while, though, I decided to go say goodnight to Trunks, walking by his room. As I walked, I noticed he wasn't there, which struck me as odd. It was almost midnight by now and he was usually asleep by 11 at the latest. I decided to take a stroll by the gym before going to bed, not wanting to stay up all night in search of Trunks.
A few doors passed me as I walked down the long halls before I got to the gym doors, pausing to see if I could hear fighting. I became confused as I listened, and heard muffled sounds, but sounded like struggling. I opened the door, seeing a huge flash of light then flew backwards. I shielded my eyes, standing back up, running in. The light died down quickly and I looked around, seeing Trunks standing alone, grinning, in his black tank top and black pants; the normal attire, "Trunks…what in Kami's name was that?!" He smirked, walking over,
"Oh nothing, just a new technique baby". I raised an eyebrow. He had never called me that name before in the years that I had known him, "Baby?" He smirked, getting closer. I continued to back up until I was against the wall. He touched my face, "Yea, baby". And with that, kissed me extremely deeply and hard, pushing me a little more against the wall.
I pushed him back after a moment, "Trunks, what's gotten into you?" He scowled a little, walking out, "Just wanted to have some fun, my Kami…." I raised an eyebrow as he stormed out, going to his room. I scratched my head a little, wondering what had gotten into him, and also still confused as to what the bright light was. Had I not been so tired, I most likely would have stayed and wondered, but I went to bed, feeling very exhausted suddenly.
I awoke the next day, feeling very refreshed and awake. My peace, however, was short lived because the next thing I heard was Bulma and Chi Chi banging at my door, inviting themselves in, yelling and screaming something about going shopping. My eyes widened as they pulled me out of bed, still in my baggy, velvet pajama pants and gray t-shirt. I tried to wriggle free, "Hey! Wait a minute! I don't want to go shopping!" Bulma giggled and Chi Chi turned to me, "Oh Hush! You need a dress and we're going to get you one!" My eyes widened more and I yelled, finding my powers really weren't helping get away from them.
The day I had dreaded had finally arrived. They put me in the car and locked the door, heading for the mall to go i clothes shopping /i. Even worse, it was going to be for dressed, the one thing I hated most in the world to wear. After about a half an hour, we pulled up to the mall, Bulma and Chi Chi dragging me out of the car and into the mall, or hell, as I like to call it. Every store we passed caused me to shiver, other than the weaponry store, that is. After a little while we finally got to the dress shop, causing me to gag, wishing I hadn't wanted to go to dinner in the first place. We walked in and I saw Bulma and Chi Chi's eyes light up as they ran around, grabbing dresses coated in pink, glitter, or sequins. I carefully snuck away from them, deciding to look at the more simple dresses. I browsed through the racks calmly, quickly passing over the glitter, pink and sequins, finally stopping on a nice, black one.
I smiled as I examined it. It was silky and black; Japanese style. It had a neck so I was happy with that, deciding to try it on. I walked into the dressing room, slipping into the dress very carefully. I smiled confidently as I walked out, examining myself in front of the mirror. It was sleeveless. The top half clung tightly to me, exposing curves while it flared out past my hips, a slit going up to my thigh on the right side. Bulma and Chi Chi had followed me in and gasped as they saw it, causing me to turn a little red. Bulma squealed, "Oh Alix! It's amazing!" Chi Chi readily agreed, nodding,
"Trunks won't be able to take his eyes off you!" I turned redder, smiling, agreeing to let Bulma buy it for me.
We picked up some hair sticks and healed, strappy sandals for me before we left, finally deciding to head back home after a few hours. We walked back into the house, talking and laughing as we ate lunch. I thought to myself how I hadn't seen Trunks since he had stormed out last night, slightly worried. Chi Chi looked at me, "Alix, are you ok? You look a little upset". I shook my head, sighing,
"Well, it's just that Trunks got mad at me last night and I'm not sure why. He seemed really different." Bulma laughed,
"Oh, he was probably just around Vegeta too long!" I faked a laugh, something inside me knowing it was more than that; something was off.
Chi Chi went home a little while after to baby-sit Pan for Gohan and Videl. Pan was about 2 by now, and already showing her mother's determination and strength, not to mention her father and grandfather's appetite. Bulma went to go work on her project, her daughter Bra in her arms. Bra was about 1 now, and Vegeta, despite his hard, outer core, was very in love with his adorable daughter, spending much of his time with her, always watching out for her.
I headed over to the gym again, figuring I'd find Vegeta and Trunks sparring as usual. I walked into the gym carefully, by now changed into my blue jeans and purple tank top. I saw Trunks sparring alone in the gym, flying around much faster than I had known him to, kicking and punching the air as he sped around, pausing only once he had spotted me. He grinned as he landed, walking over, "Hey baby. I'm really sorry about last night". I smiled slightly,
"Oh, that's ok…I was just worried". He put an arm around my waist tightly and held my face in his hand, kissing extremely deeply, causing my entire body to go weak. He held onto me more, the kiss still going as I weakly moved my arms around his neck. I felt his hand around my waist move a little lower on me, while the hand on my face also began to slide downwards. I didn't want to go any further, especially not in the gym, but Trunks seemed to have other plans. I tried to push him away after a moment, but he only held onto me tighter, his moves very rough and harsh. I pushed even harder, finally breaking away, "What's gotten into you?!" I stood back, glaring, angry now. He scowled; his eyes ice cold, slicing through me, "Trying to have some fun…" I backed up to the doors, even angrier now, tossing him a pissed look, "Well why don't you have some with yourself!" And I ran out.
What i was /i wrong with him? Why was he acting this way? I sighed, walking to the lab to get my mind off things until dinner tonight. I threw my white lab coat on and went to my experiment room, setting up the computer to compile some data. I looked at my shirt, noticing a strand of Trunks' hair on it. My expression turned to that of curiosity and I carefully picked it off, grabbing a test lense, placing his hair on it to see if I could find anything wrong. Maybe he was sick and this was how he was responding. Very carefully, I slid the lense into a slot on the computer, knowing it would take a few hours to get results. Because of this, I got up to work on something else, deciding to come back to it later.
A few hours passed and I was once again engrossed too much in my work to notice Chi Chi and Bulma come in. Bulma grabbed my arm, dragging me away from my work, "Come on, Allie! It's time to get ready!" I protested slightly, but I knew I really wasn't going to win. Both women dragged me into a bathroom, dumping a bag of hair products and make up out, going steadily to work on me, as I tried not to cry or scream.
Finally, after a very excruciating hour, they were done. I stood in front of the full-length mirror hardly believing the reflection in the mirror was I. Bulma and Chi Chi grasped each other's hands as they watched me, looking me over in amazement. The dress hugged the top-half of my body, showing off my curves ever so elegantly. The black liner very carefully placed around them accentuated my dark brown eyes. My face looked very soft and light, my cheeks slightly rosy, my lips very full, colored with a deep pink and lined with an even darker pink. As I looked up, I saw my light brown hair near the top of my head in a perfect bun with a strand of hair along my face. Two red hair sticks held up the bun. On my wrists were 2, sterling silver, very delicate-looking bracelets with Celtic patterns along them. The sandals I had on were strappy and tied up around my ankles, giving me about 2 extra inches of height. The slit up my dress went up to the middle of my thigh, exposing my smooth, firm, slender leg.
I was still in awe of myself as they duo guided me out to the living room, all ready to go themselves. All the guys were talking and laughing, also somewhat dressed up. All talking stopped the minute they laid eyes on me, gasps being heard throughout the room. I rubbed my arm nervously, Bulma smiling brightly, "Well, what do you guys think?" Silence echoed in the room, finally being broken by Yamcha,
"Holy shit! She isn't wearing pants! Will you look at that!" The room erupted in laughter, I even found myself laughing at the truth of the statement. I had never worn anything other than a pair of jeans and a tank top around these guys the entire time I had known them, so this was definitely a change.
I sat on the edge of my bed, holding my head in my hands, wishing that I could just have things be normal, for ONCE in my life at least. I heard a knock at the door and looked up, seeing Trunks walk in carefully, "Hey honey…what's the matter? You look a little upset? Has Vegeta been talking to you again?" He sat next to me, putting an arm around me. I laughed a little, "No, it's just I'm getting nervous about everything. The wedding, my life, having a family…" I sighed heavily, Trunks stroking my hair gently as he kissed my head, "Don't worry quite yet. Let things happen before you start to get upset, ok?" I nodded, smiling a little,
"Alright". He grinned, standing,
"That's my girl. Well, I gotta run, promised mom I'd help her!" He waved, walking out and I sighed again, looking out the window.
I sat for a long time, just staring at the stars in the sky, a velvet look to the deep blue above me. I don't even know how long I sat, just staring, allowing myself to remember my past and even cry when I needed to, allowing the pain to make me stronger. After a while, though, I decided to go say goodnight to Trunks, walking by his room. As I walked, I noticed he wasn't there, which struck me as odd. It was almost midnight by now and he was usually asleep by 11 at the latest. I decided to take a stroll by the gym before going to bed, not wanting to stay up all night in search of Trunks.
A few doors passed me as I walked down the long halls before I got to the gym doors, pausing to see if I could hear fighting. I became confused as I listened, and heard muffled sounds, but sounded like struggling. I opened the door, seeing a huge flash of light then flew backwards. I shielded my eyes, standing back up, running in. The light died down quickly and I looked around, seeing Trunks standing alone, grinning, in his black tank top and black pants; the normal attire, "Trunks…what in Kami's name was that?!" He smirked, walking over,
"Oh nothing, just a new technique baby". I raised an eyebrow. He had never called me that name before in the years that I had known him, "Baby?" He smirked, getting closer. I continued to back up until I was against the wall. He touched my face, "Yea, baby". And with that, kissed me extremely deeply and hard, pushing me a little more against the wall.
I pushed him back after a moment, "Trunks, what's gotten into you?" He scowled a little, walking out, "Just wanted to have some fun, my Kami…." I raised an eyebrow as he stormed out, going to his room. I scratched my head a little, wondering what had gotten into him, and also still confused as to what the bright light was. Had I not been so tired, I most likely would have stayed and wondered, but I went to bed, feeling very exhausted suddenly.
I awoke the next day, feeling very refreshed and awake. My peace, however, was short lived because the next thing I heard was Bulma and Chi Chi banging at my door, inviting themselves in, yelling and screaming something about going shopping. My eyes widened as they pulled me out of bed, still in my baggy, velvet pajama pants and gray t-shirt. I tried to wriggle free, "Hey! Wait a minute! I don't want to go shopping!" Bulma giggled and Chi Chi turned to me, "Oh Hush! You need a dress and we're going to get you one!" My eyes widened more and I yelled, finding my powers really weren't helping get away from them.
The day I had dreaded had finally arrived. They put me in the car and locked the door, heading for the mall to go i clothes shopping /i. Even worse, it was going to be for dressed, the one thing I hated most in the world to wear. After about a half an hour, we pulled up to the mall, Bulma and Chi Chi dragging me out of the car and into the mall, or hell, as I like to call it. Every store we passed caused me to shiver, other than the weaponry store, that is. After a little while we finally got to the dress shop, causing me to gag, wishing I hadn't wanted to go to dinner in the first place. We walked in and I saw Bulma and Chi Chi's eyes light up as they ran around, grabbing dresses coated in pink, glitter, or sequins. I carefully snuck away from them, deciding to look at the more simple dresses. I browsed through the racks calmly, quickly passing over the glitter, pink and sequins, finally stopping on a nice, black one.
I smiled as I examined it. It was silky and black; Japanese style. It had a neck so I was happy with that, deciding to try it on. I walked into the dressing room, slipping into the dress very carefully. I smiled confidently as I walked out, examining myself in front of the mirror. It was sleeveless. The top half clung tightly to me, exposing curves while it flared out past my hips, a slit going up to my thigh on the right side. Bulma and Chi Chi had followed me in and gasped as they saw it, causing me to turn a little red. Bulma squealed, "Oh Alix! It's amazing!" Chi Chi readily agreed, nodding,
"Trunks won't be able to take his eyes off you!" I turned redder, smiling, agreeing to let Bulma buy it for me.
We picked up some hair sticks and healed, strappy sandals for me before we left, finally deciding to head back home after a few hours. We walked back into the house, talking and laughing as we ate lunch. I thought to myself how I hadn't seen Trunks since he had stormed out last night, slightly worried. Chi Chi looked at me, "Alix, are you ok? You look a little upset". I shook my head, sighing,
"Well, it's just that Trunks got mad at me last night and I'm not sure why. He seemed really different." Bulma laughed,
"Oh, he was probably just around Vegeta too long!" I faked a laugh, something inside me knowing it was more than that; something was off.
Chi Chi went home a little while after to baby-sit Pan for Gohan and Videl. Pan was about 2 by now, and already showing her mother's determination and strength, not to mention her father and grandfather's appetite. Bulma went to go work on her project, her daughter Bra in her arms. Bra was about 1 now, and Vegeta, despite his hard, outer core, was very in love with his adorable daughter, spending much of his time with her, always watching out for her.
I headed over to the gym again, figuring I'd find Vegeta and Trunks sparring as usual. I walked into the gym carefully, by now changed into my blue jeans and purple tank top. I saw Trunks sparring alone in the gym, flying around much faster than I had known him to, kicking and punching the air as he sped around, pausing only once he had spotted me. He grinned as he landed, walking over, "Hey baby. I'm really sorry about last night". I smiled slightly,
"Oh, that's ok…I was just worried". He put an arm around my waist tightly and held my face in his hand, kissing extremely deeply, causing my entire body to go weak. He held onto me more, the kiss still going as I weakly moved my arms around his neck. I felt his hand around my waist move a little lower on me, while the hand on my face also began to slide downwards. I didn't want to go any further, especially not in the gym, but Trunks seemed to have other plans. I tried to push him away after a moment, but he only held onto me tighter, his moves very rough and harsh. I pushed even harder, finally breaking away, "What's gotten into you?!" I stood back, glaring, angry now. He scowled; his eyes ice cold, slicing through me, "Trying to have some fun…" I backed up to the doors, even angrier now, tossing him a pissed look, "Well why don't you have some with yourself!" And I ran out.
What i was /i wrong with him? Why was he acting this way? I sighed, walking to the lab to get my mind off things until dinner tonight. I threw my white lab coat on and went to my experiment room, setting up the computer to compile some data. I looked at my shirt, noticing a strand of Trunks' hair on it. My expression turned to that of curiosity and I carefully picked it off, grabbing a test lense, placing his hair on it to see if I could find anything wrong. Maybe he was sick and this was how he was responding. Very carefully, I slid the lense into a slot on the computer, knowing it would take a few hours to get results. Because of this, I got up to work on something else, deciding to come back to it later.
A few hours passed and I was once again engrossed too much in my work to notice Chi Chi and Bulma come in. Bulma grabbed my arm, dragging me away from my work, "Come on, Allie! It's time to get ready!" I protested slightly, but I knew I really wasn't going to win. Both women dragged me into a bathroom, dumping a bag of hair products and make up out, going steadily to work on me, as I tried not to cry or scream.
Finally, after a very excruciating hour, they were done. I stood in front of the full-length mirror hardly believing the reflection in the mirror was I. Bulma and Chi Chi grasped each other's hands as they watched me, looking me over in amazement. The dress hugged the top-half of my body, showing off my curves ever so elegantly. The black liner very carefully placed around them accentuated my dark brown eyes. My face looked very soft and light, my cheeks slightly rosy, my lips very full, colored with a deep pink and lined with an even darker pink. As I looked up, I saw my light brown hair near the top of my head in a perfect bun with a strand of hair along my face. Two red hair sticks held up the bun. On my wrists were 2, sterling silver, very delicate-looking bracelets with Celtic patterns along them. The sandals I had on were strappy and tied up around my ankles, giving me about 2 extra inches of height. The slit up my dress went up to the middle of my thigh, exposing my smooth, firm, slender leg.
I was still in awe of myself as they duo guided me out to the living room, all ready to go themselves. All the guys were talking and laughing, also somewhat dressed up. All talking stopped the minute they laid eyes on me, gasps being heard throughout the room. I rubbed my arm nervously, Bulma smiling brightly, "Well, what do you guys think?" Silence echoed in the room, finally being broken by Yamcha,
"Holy shit! She isn't wearing pants! Will you look at that!" The room erupted in laughter, I even found myself laughing at the truth of the statement. I had never worn anything other than a pair of jeans and a tank top around these guys the entire time I had known them, so this was definitely a change.