~~a/n~~ Yowzers! It's been waaaayyy too long folks, and I'm sincerely
sorry. But good news! I have a lot planned and I am GOING to write! I swear
it! _ *looks over at Lexi-chan's chopsticks and eyes widen* YEEP! Looks
as though I need ta hurry *sweatdrop* ^__^;;; hahaha! Enjoy! ^_~ ~~a/n~~
We headed out the door, being greeted by the welcomed surprise of a very sleek, black stretch limo. We all piled in, laughing and talking and having fun, although Trunks staying somewhat quiet throughout the ordeal. The restaurant came into view after about a half an hour and it looked wonderful. It had all the makings of a classy, elegant, French restaurant; something none of us were used to. We walked in, quieting down, but still calling attention to ourselves as we got seated. The food was hard to read, all in French, but we managed to get our orders in. As we waited, we began to talk, Bulma smiling at Trunks and myself, "So do you guys know when the wedding is going to be, exactly?" I looked at Trunks, who had a surprised look on his face, "The wedding? Oh, right! Um.we haven't decided yet". I cocked my head to the side, thinking i Odd.I talked to him a few days ago about it, we decided sometime next month./i. I shrugged it off and we all continued talking as usual, stopping once the food came (Bulma knew well enough to order about 10 times as much as the average person for the Saiyans at the table). The food attracted stares from across the restaurant as I tried to eat as slowly as possible to be polite, but having a hard time. Vegeta, Goku, and Gohan, however, didn't really care about politeness and went straight to work on their meals. After about and hour or so passed, we had finished our meals and we're talking again, preparing ourselves to leave. I glanced over at Trunks, seeing he had hardly eaten 2 plates of food, "Are you ok, Hun? You've hardly touched your food." He looked at me, looking slightly annoyed, "I'm FINE, ok?" I was slightly hurt, but didn't delve into the issue further. We continued talking, finally getting up to leave at about 10pm, some of us more tired than others. We crammed into the limo again, I kicked off my shoes, "God, it'll feel good to get out of this dress!" The others laughed, and Krillin nudged me, "I'm sure Trunks is looking forward to that too!" I blushed and everyone laughed hysterically like that the rest of the way home. We got back at Capsule Corps at around 10:30, having dropped everyone off by now. I yawned, walking in, saying goodnight to everyone and thanking Bulma and Vegeta for paying for everything. I remembered Trunks' hair in the lab and walked over, checking the computer. A confused look crossed my face as I read the screen, "Unidentified fiber". ~That's odd.Not only is it not saying it's Trunks, but it's calling it FIBER.~ I sat down, typing some things into my computer, once again loosing track of time as I continued. I narrowed my eyes, putting my glasses on as I kept searching the DNA. The computer was reading the hair as fiber, like what wigs are made of, but that didn't make sense! ~How was this possible? Unless. ~ My eyes widened as I gasped, standing up, dropping my glasses, "He's an imposter." I heard a cough at the door and turned, seeing Trunks leaning against the door, a smug look on his face, "Took you long enough" I glared, "Where is everyone?" He grinned, "Same place as your beloved Trunks" I walked towards him, "Bring them back!" He laughed a little, grabbing the hand that had just pushed him, "Sorry baby, not in my power to do that". I tried to get my hand free, "Well, then at least tell me who you are!" He tossed my hand free, pushing me back against the table, "I am Takeo, and I have more in common with you than you think". He narrowed his eyes, reaching under his shirt, pulling out a necklace identical to my sister's. I gasped slightly, "But that's impossible! There are no more Dragon Saiyans left in the universe!" I heard laughter and glared at him, "You'd be surprised how many of us there are, i princess /i". My jaw dropped, and I knew I was in for trouble. No one else in the universe, except Shin, knew that I was the princess of the Dragon Saiyans, but he knew. He walked closer to me, pushing me up against the table, "You're coming with me." I was about to punch him when I felt a needle prick into my skin, and some substance get injected. My eyelids grew heavy and I passed out.
We headed out the door, being greeted by the welcomed surprise of a very sleek, black stretch limo. We all piled in, laughing and talking and having fun, although Trunks staying somewhat quiet throughout the ordeal. The restaurant came into view after about a half an hour and it looked wonderful. It had all the makings of a classy, elegant, French restaurant; something none of us were used to. We walked in, quieting down, but still calling attention to ourselves as we got seated. The food was hard to read, all in French, but we managed to get our orders in. As we waited, we began to talk, Bulma smiling at Trunks and myself, "So do you guys know when the wedding is going to be, exactly?" I looked at Trunks, who had a surprised look on his face, "The wedding? Oh, right! Um.we haven't decided yet". I cocked my head to the side, thinking i Odd.I talked to him a few days ago about it, we decided sometime next month./i. I shrugged it off and we all continued talking as usual, stopping once the food came (Bulma knew well enough to order about 10 times as much as the average person for the Saiyans at the table). The food attracted stares from across the restaurant as I tried to eat as slowly as possible to be polite, but having a hard time. Vegeta, Goku, and Gohan, however, didn't really care about politeness and went straight to work on their meals. After about and hour or so passed, we had finished our meals and we're talking again, preparing ourselves to leave. I glanced over at Trunks, seeing he had hardly eaten 2 plates of food, "Are you ok, Hun? You've hardly touched your food." He looked at me, looking slightly annoyed, "I'm FINE, ok?" I was slightly hurt, but didn't delve into the issue further. We continued talking, finally getting up to leave at about 10pm, some of us more tired than others. We crammed into the limo again, I kicked off my shoes, "God, it'll feel good to get out of this dress!" The others laughed, and Krillin nudged me, "I'm sure Trunks is looking forward to that too!" I blushed and everyone laughed hysterically like that the rest of the way home. We got back at Capsule Corps at around 10:30, having dropped everyone off by now. I yawned, walking in, saying goodnight to everyone and thanking Bulma and Vegeta for paying for everything. I remembered Trunks' hair in the lab and walked over, checking the computer. A confused look crossed my face as I read the screen, "Unidentified fiber". ~That's odd.Not only is it not saying it's Trunks, but it's calling it FIBER.~ I sat down, typing some things into my computer, once again loosing track of time as I continued. I narrowed my eyes, putting my glasses on as I kept searching the DNA. The computer was reading the hair as fiber, like what wigs are made of, but that didn't make sense! ~How was this possible? Unless. ~ My eyes widened as I gasped, standing up, dropping my glasses, "He's an imposter." I heard a cough at the door and turned, seeing Trunks leaning against the door, a smug look on his face, "Took you long enough" I glared, "Where is everyone?" He grinned, "Same place as your beloved Trunks" I walked towards him, "Bring them back!" He laughed a little, grabbing the hand that had just pushed him, "Sorry baby, not in my power to do that". I tried to get my hand free, "Well, then at least tell me who you are!" He tossed my hand free, pushing me back against the table, "I am Takeo, and I have more in common with you than you think". He narrowed his eyes, reaching under his shirt, pulling out a necklace identical to my sister's. I gasped slightly, "But that's impossible! There are no more Dragon Saiyans left in the universe!" I heard laughter and glared at him, "You'd be surprised how many of us there are, i princess /i". My jaw dropped, and I knew I was in for trouble. No one else in the universe, except Shin, knew that I was the princess of the Dragon Saiyans, but he knew. He walked closer to me, pushing me up against the table, "You're coming with me." I was about to punch him when I felt a needle prick into my skin, and some substance get injected. My eyelids grew heavy and I passed out.