Lucky Me
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Z or GT. If I did, I'd be rich and wouldn't have to post this thing here. But this story is mine, and only mine. So leave me alone and read. (^_^)
Author's Note: First off this is my first fic so please be kind. Thanx! And as always ~…~ means some ones thoughts. So on with the fic!
Meeting
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Trunks woke himself at dawn, getting up from his mountainous bed and strode to the shower. Taking a cold shower his mind clear, worry free. As the day before he walked to the breakfast room for yet another silent breakfast with an overly joyful sister and a busy mother. Gidai walked into the room, computer in hand. He stood and walked to her, waiting for her to tell him his agenda for the day. "You, ouji-sama have yet another lazily short day ahead of you. You only have to inspect the new servants imported from Chickyuu, pick which seem the most able and designate them occupations."
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Her two 'companions' entered the room, followed by another. "Oh don't worry you little whore, no more easy opponents, not with Bi-to here." The third, obviously Bi-to did not at all look like the first two. He did not have the same ragged, scraggly appearance, he held his chin high, his shoulders back, his armor pristine. ~He must think he's stronger than me.~ she thought smugly, a sly smirk crossing her features.
His lips pursed as he spoke in a deep voice "Nothing funny about your future you little wretch. Expect to be sweeping floors or playing mistress for the rest of your worthless life. I must say though, you woke up unexpectedly" Her grin remained firm at his remark. "Kyuuri, Ninjin you idiots, go and get the others. We are already off schedule if we are late for inspection, I will personally see to you two's DISPOSAL!!" he yelled out. The two scrambled out.
Soon after they reentered with a group of women, human women. "Take them to the wash rooms! Quickly!" Bi-to all but barked these orders.
The women took action instantaneously, each set out and picked up one of the unconscious girls from the spots that they had been in for three days. Carrying them out the door, each of the young women glanced at Pan curiously before departing. Pan, not knowing what do next, followed them in what she hoped was a confident manner as they trudged down the metallic halls. When they had finally stopped, they were in a tiled room, much like her own bath room. She thought of the walk that led them to this room.
Upon leaving the ship they passed through a section of this new planet. Much to her surprise, it was much like her own home planet, Chikyuu. Green foliage, blue sky, domed houses. She had entered on of those and following the women she found herself in this room.
Without a word the young women, with others on their shoulders pressed buttons on the walls and doors opened to them, each walked inside their respective doors and she was soon left alone.
Walking to a wall, she peered at the inlaid buttons on the wall. They were a different language, but somehow she could grasp their meaning, as if she was somehow acquainted with it. ~But that can't be possible. Unless…~ Unless it was saiyan.
OPEN. She touched her finger to it and automatically a section of wall slid away into oblivion and she stepped in. The wall quickly closed behind her. HOT. COLD.~A shower.~ She definitely needed one cold, long shower after three long days in the metal hull of the transport ship.
She stripped of her clothes and touched her finger to COLD. A stream of icy water, without delay hit her body at full force. She opened her mouth, enjoying the feel of clean water. Looking again to the pad of buttons, she saw a helpful one. SOAP.
When she clicked the button, she found herself quickly closing her mouth. The soap poured down through the mainstream of water, cleansing her skin. Soon it died out and the water returned.
Her feet were beginningto tire, her calves already aching from lack of exercise. Sitting down on the cold tile floor she waited for the stream of water to stop. When it did she stood up and stared at the button pad once more. DRY. Clicking it, a towel rack appeared out of the walls. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped it about herself, pushed the OPEN button and looked out.
There were the women of the ship, awake now, towels wrapped about them and another woman, one of the servants most likely. She led them into a new room. Like a giant closet, yet the only clothes were spandex suits and armor. ~Weird~ The woman walked around to each of the human girls, turned them toward the walls of clothes, pointing out certain items and moving on to the next girl.
When she reached Pan, she guided her to her own little corner and pointed out a black spandex body suit and a white armor. The moment Pan took them off the wall, the rest of the clothing in that section disappeared, leaving a hollow space. ~A changing room~ Quickly she slipped into the spandex suit, she did so in a matter of seconds, it felt almost ordinary, as if she had done so every day of her life. She held the breastplate above her head and let it slide into place. Again, second nature. Her tail wrapped once again around her waist, it had made a hole in the spandex to do so.
She walked back out of the closet as were the other girls, fully clothed and waiting. They were next escorted into an empty room where they were pulled into a line. They were made to stand straight, most of the girls could not do this. They cowered in fear and confusion. They were intimidated by all that was happening. ~Weak fools…~ Suddenly Pan was not so unhappy for not being able to meet other earthlings.
After several minutes of this idle standing, Pan almost lost interest in her surroundings, and then someone burst through the doors. With the elegant sweep of a long finely woven cloak, and a flash of lavender hair a tall and stately man entered the room. Each of the girls huddled close in fear, she, however, held her posture. She would not be intimidated.
As the man walked down the row of young women he inspected each with scrutinizing eyes. Occasionally he would whisper for a health check on a certain individual, for some he remained quiet. She could see he had pride and dignity. ~Good traits, even for a pompous, self- righteous fool~ As h neared her, her confidence only grew. She held herself to full height, held a straight face with her nose in the air. She was not at all tall but she radiated pride.
Soon he was directly in front of her, his gaze cold and heartless. She looked back at him with an equally harsh glare, one that could turn a man to stone. He did not let up, but neither would she. She could feel her tail unwrap itself from her waist and could barely suppress a smirk as it's ebony length found its furry way upwards. ~Almost there…~ It wagged from side to side playfully, curling and uncurling itself as a person might clench his fists. It reached upward once more, until it was right beneath his chin, he didn't even notice, he was too busy trying to intimidate her.
Unbeknownst to Pan, Trunks was reading her ki, it was surprisingly high despite being suppressed. Greater even, then most of his own soldiers. He jumped back suddenly at the sight of the black tail that was lazily swaying, touching his chin. As he jumped back he noticed the smirk that snuck onto her face. He decided to try her resolve. ~A saiyan? How could that be? A crossbreed?~
"What is your name?" He demanded.
"Pan, and who are you, purple boy?" she snapped.
"I am Trunks. You should show respect for your prince. Now bow before me"
"What makes you think that I would bow to some pompous, arrogant brat? I bow to no one." Her smirk dissolved, replaced by a solemn grin.
"What makes *you* think that you can resist my power?" he retorted.
"If you'd like to know the answer, we'd have to spar"
"I accept the offer"
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A/N: So what do you think? It's a short chapter and relatively sloppy. I should've put more detail, but I'm feeling lazy. I would like to thank everyone for their support and reviews. Thank you: Starlight, Miss Myrhe, Jade, Z, Juliemoonstar, Fangboy, Embury, Lorilynn, Bunny, Marie Brown, Nyago, KinkySaiyan, Renee, and Lija for your great reviews, they sure are a boost of encouragement! And if any one has any suggestions, comments or questions be my guest and e-mail me at DeciluuDBZ@hotmail.com or just review it. I like constructive criticism, it helpful, so go ahead and throw some in if you like.
Goten: Yeah! She needs all the help she can get!
Desiree: Does he ALWAYS have to do this?
Goten: Yes.
Desiree: Run!
~Goten runs a million miles away screaming like a baby.
Desiree: Okay, thank you again people!
~Begins running in the direction Goten went. – Hears screaming in the background
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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball, Z or GT. If I did, I'd be rich and wouldn't have to post this thing here. But this story is mine, and only mine. So leave me alone and read. (^_^)
Author's Note: First off this is my first fic so please be kind. Thanx! And as always ~…~ means some ones thoughts. So on with the fic!
Meeting
-----___-----
Trunks woke himself at dawn, getting up from his mountainous bed and strode to the shower. Taking a cold shower his mind clear, worry free. As the day before he walked to the breakfast room for yet another silent breakfast with an overly joyful sister and a busy mother. Gidai walked into the room, computer in hand. He stood and walked to her, waiting for her to tell him his agenda for the day. "You, ouji-sama have yet another lazily short day ahead of you. You only have to inspect the new servants imported from Chickyuu, pick which seem the most able and designate them occupations."
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Her two 'companions' entered the room, followed by another. "Oh don't worry you little whore, no more easy opponents, not with Bi-to here." The third, obviously Bi-to did not at all look like the first two. He did not have the same ragged, scraggly appearance, he held his chin high, his shoulders back, his armor pristine. ~He must think he's stronger than me.~ she thought smugly, a sly smirk crossing her features.
His lips pursed as he spoke in a deep voice "Nothing funny about your future you little wretch. Expect to be sweeping floors or playing mistress for the rest of your worthless life. I must say though, you woke up unexpectedly" Her grin remained firm at his remark. "Kyuuri, Ninjin you idiots, go and get the others. We are already off schedule if we are late for inspection, I will personally see to you two's DISPOSAL!!" he yelled out. The two scrambled out.
Soon after they reentered with a group of women, human women. "Take them to the wash rooms! Quickly!" Bi-to all but barked these orders.
The women took action instantaneously, each set out and picked up one of the unconscious girls from the spots that they had been in for three days. Carrying them out the door, each of the young women glanced at Pan curiously before departing. Pan, not knowing what do next, followed them in what she hoped was a confident manner as they trudged down the metallic halls. When they had finally stopped, they were in a tiled room, much like her own bath room. She thought of the walk that led them to this room.
Upon leaving the ship they passed through a section of this new planet. Much to her surprise, it was much like her own home planet, Chikyuu. Green foliage, blue sky, domed houses. She had entered on of those and following the women she found herself in this room.
Without a word the young women, with others on their shoulders pressed buttons on the walls and doors opened to them, each walked inside their respective doors and she was soon left alone.
Walking to a wall, she peered at the inlaid buttons on the wall. They were a different language, but somehow she could grasp their meaning, as if she was somehow acquainted with it. ~But that can't be possible. Unless…~ Unless it was saiyan.
OPEN. She touched her finger to it and automatically a section of wall slid away into oblivion and she stepped in. The wall quickly closed behind her. HOT. COLD.~A shower.~ She definitely needed one cold, long shower after three long days in the metal hull of the transport ship.
She stripped of her clothes and touched her finger to COLD. A stream of icy water, without delay hit her body at full force. She opened her mouth, enjoying the feel of clean water. Looking again to the pad of buttons, she saw a helpful one. SOAP.
When she clicked the button, she found herself quickly closing her mouth. The soap poured down through the mainstream of water, cleansing her skin. Soon it died out and the water returned.
Her feet were beginningto tire, her calves already aching from lack of exercise. Sitting down on the cold tile floor she waited for the stream of water to stop. When it did she stood up and stared at the button pad once more. DRY. Clicking it, a towel rack appeared out of the walls. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped it about herself, pushed the OPEN button and looked out.
There were the women of the ship, awake now, towels wrapped about them and another woman, one of the servants most likely. She led them into a new room. Like a giant closet, yet the only clothes were spandex suits and armor. ~Weird~ The woman walked around to each of the human girls, turned them toward the walls of clothes, pointing out certain items and moving on to the next girl.
When she reached Pan, she guided her to her own little corner and pointed out a black spandex body suit and a white armor. The moment Pan took them off the wall, the rest of the clothing in that section disappeared, leaving a hollow space. ~A changing room~ Quickly she slipped into the spandex suit, she did so in a matter of seconds, it felt almost ordinary, as if she had done so every day of her life. She held the breastplate above her head and let it slide into place. Again, second nature. Her tail wrapped once again around her waist, it had made a hole in the spandex to do so.
She walked back out of the closet as were the other girls, fully clothed and waiting. They were next escorted into an empty room where they were pulled into a line. They were made to stand straight, most of the girls could not do this. They cowered in fear and confusion. They were intimidated by all that was happening. ~Weak fools…~ Suddenly Pan was not so unhappy for not being able to meet other earthlings.
After several minutes of this idle standing, Pan almost lost interest in her surroundings, and then someone burst through the doors. With the elegant sweep of a long finely woven cloak, and a flash of lavender hair a tall and stately man entered the room. Each of the girls huddled close in fear, she, however, held her posture. She would not be intimidated.
As the man walked down the row of young women he inspected each with scrutinizing eyes. Occasionally he would whisper for a health check on a certain individual, for some he remained quiet. She could see he had pride and dignity. ~Good traits, even for a pompous, self- righteous fool~ As h neared her, her confidence only grew. She held herself to full height, held a straight face with her nose in the air. She was not at all tall but she radiated pride.
Soon he was directly in front of her, his gaze cold and heartless. She looked back at him with an equally harsh glare, one that could turn a man to stone. He did not let up, but neither would she. She could feel her tail unwrap itself from her waist and could barely suppress a smirk as it's ebony length found its furry way upwards. ~Almost there…~ It wagged from side to side playfully, curling and uncurling itself as a person might clench his fists. It reached upward once more, until it was right beneath his chin, he didn't even notice, he was too busy trying to intimidate her.
Unbeknownst to Pan, Trunks was reading her ki, it was surprisingly high despite being suppressed. Greater even, then most of his own soldiers. He jumped back suddenly at the sight of the black tail that was lazily swaying, touching his chin. As he jumped back he noticed the smirk that snuck onto her face. He decided to try her resolve. ~A saiyan? How could that be? A crossbreed?~
"What is your name?" He demanded.
"Pan, and who are you, purple boy?" she snapped.
"I am Trunks. You should show respect for your prince. Now bow before me"
"What makes you think that I would bow to some pompous, arrogant brat? I bow to no one." Her smirk dissolved, replaced by a solemn grin.
"What makes *you* think that you can resist my power?" he retorted.
"If you'd like to know the answer, we'd have to spar"
"I accept the offer"
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A/N: So what do you think? It's a short chapter and relatively sloppy. I should've put more detail, but I'm feeling lazy. I would like to thank everyone for their support and reviews. Thank you: Starlight, Miss Myrhe, Jade, Z, Juliemoonstar, Fangboy, Embury, Lorilynn, Bunny, Marie Brown, Nyago, KinkySaiyan, Renee, and Lija for your great reviews, they sure are a boost of encouragement! And if any one has any suggestions, comments or questions be my guest and e-mail me at DeciluuDBZ@hotmail.com or just review it. I like constructive criticism, it helpful, so go ahead and throw some in if you like.
Goten: Yeah! She needs all the help she can get!
Desiree: Does he ALWAYS have to do this?
Goten: Yes.
Desiree: Run!
~Goten runs a million miles away screaming like a baby.
Desiree: Okay, thank you again people!
~Begins running in the direction Goten went. – Hears screaming in the background
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