The first days of May were drifting by. It had been weeks since the boost.
It was a warm afternoon with the sun shining. They had decided to all
hang out around Lindsey's house for the day and were currently out in the
field, playing football and just lounging around. The field was flanked on
two sides by the woods that were located far out on the land.
Catie lay flat on her back, staring up at the bright blue sky over head. She pulled the tootsie pop from her mouth with a satisfying SMACK and licked her lips. A warm breeze blew, rustling the tall grasses that she lay in. Her bare toes had been dug into the soft, cool earth.
A heavy figure flopped on the ground next to her. "What are you doing?"
Catie smiled warmly at Trunks. "Thinking."
He reached over and brushed back a few golden brown locks that had fallen into her eyes. "About what?"
"Everything," she answered softly. "About how lucky we were that night."
"It's a good thing my mom bought Yorgi's story," Trunks said.
"You didn't?" Catie asked, surprised.
"I saw the look in your eyes," Trunks said softly. "But I don't care. You came back safe that night. That's all I care about."
She smiled at him. She knew she would never be able to keep anything from him.
Gohan flopped down next to them, breathing hard. "Where'd Lindsey get off to?"
Catie sat up between the two demi-saiyans. "I dunno. I saw her walk into the woods."
"C'mon," Trunks said, standing up and offering a hand to Catie. "We'd better make sure Gohan's future wife doesn't get herself into trouble."
Catie accepted his hand and he pulled her to her feet as Gohan stood on his own. Together, they walked into the woods.
A little distance in, they came upon a black, wrought iron fence. The gate hung open, clanging softly against the metal bars. Lindsey sat in the middle, kneeling on the ground before a large tombstone. She was speaking softly to the ground.
"Don't bother her," came a voice, tinged with a Russian accent.
"Who's buried there?" Catie asked softly, already fearing she knew the answer.
"Her parents," came another, southern accented, voice. Memphis stood there, square shouldered, staring at the tiny graveyard.
Trunks heaved a mournful sigh and watched the redhead. "I know what that's like."
Catie snuggled into Trunks' arms and closed her eyes against his strong chest.
Gohan was staring at Memphis. "Who're you?"
Memphis grinned.roguishly. "An old friend. My name's Memphis. I'm assuming you're the Gohan I've heard so much about?"
Gohan nodded and shook Memphis' hand.
"Peace settles once again in Moberly," Yorgi said slowly, smiling. "How in God's name did I ever end up in this place?" He clapped a hand to his forehead and turned away, shaking his head.
"At least the cops ain't too bad here," Memphis commented.
"Cops like plague, no matter how many you pay, there's another with his hand out," Yorgi growled. He sighed. "Ah, well, maybe one day there will be Anarchy. One can only hope."
Memphis yawned deeply. "We'll just keep livin' by our own rules," he said. "Who cares what the rest of the world does?"
Yorgi shrugged. He had lost interest in the conversation and was looking at Catie. He turned to Trunks. "May I steal your love for a moment? I wish to speak to her."
Trunks nodded and relutcantly let go of Catie. Yorgi started to walk out of the woods and she followed him. He didn't speak until they reached the edge of the woods. "I plan to pay for Lindsey's wedding, did you know that?"
Catie shook her head. "No. But she won't let you, you know that."
"Yes, she will," Yorgi said. "Or I cut off her account. She would not do that to herself."
Catie smirked.
"I wonder," Yorgi said, not looking at Catie as they walked, "when will you and... how do you call him.... Trunks? be married?"
Catie froze. "Oh, we're not getting married," she said, embarrassedly.
"Not yet, perhaps," Yorgi said. "Give him time. He will come around." He stopped walking and turned to her. "There is always room in Anarchy 99 for one more."
Catie smiled. "I know. Consider me the newest member. But I'm not boosting for awhile."
Yorgi laughed. "You have some spirit about you, I'll give you that." Her reached out with both hands and took her firmly, but gently, around the back of her neck and pulled her to him and pressed his forehead against hers, staring deeply into her hazel eyes. "You are a good girl," he said slowly, in a low voice. "When the day comes you wish to wed Trunks, just say the word, and I shall make it happen. Whatever you want. It can be yours, since you are Anarchy member now."
"Thank you," Catie whispered.
Yorgi broke his forehead away from hers and planted a huge kiss on her forehead. He then stepped to her side and wrapped one arm around her neck and started to walk back towards the group. She was surprised at how muscular his arm felt - in his usual loose, long sleeved shirts, you couldn't tell exactly what body type he was.
"If you tell anyone I'm nice, I'll have Kirill shoot you," he warned in a low voice as his arm dropped away from her. "Go back to your Trunks. I talk to Leelee now." He walked quickly away from her, never looking back, the dark, wavy locks of his hair blowing in the breeze. He shoves his hands into his pockets as he confronted Leelee and talked to her.
"Come here, you," Trunks said suddenly and picked Catie up over his head and sat her on his shoulders. She squealed and laughed.
"You're crazy, Trunks," she giggled.
He grinned up at her and walked back to where they had been sitting earlier. He knelt in the grass and she stepped onto the ground. They then laid side-by-side in the tall grass again.
Catie was picking at the grass. She glanced up to see Trunks absolutely staring at her.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing," he answered. "I just love watching you."
She smiled. "You've got that crazy look in your eyes," she said suspiciously.
He grinned widely at her and then quickly closed the gap between them, pinning her to the ground beneath his chest. He reached his head forward and stole a kiss from her.
"You are ornery," she said, trying not to smile.
Trunks shrugged. "I try." And he kissed her again, long and passionately.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, Leelee had just finished her conversation with Yorgi when Seventeen walked up to her, his jeans covered in grass stains and his white shirt tied around his waist. Bruises were forming on his bare chest from playing football. He didn't seem to notice. A few pieces of grass were sticking out of his perfectly straight black hair.
"Hullo, m'lady," he smiled at her, bowing deeply.
"You crack me up," she laughed and walked to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him gently. He returned her kiss.
He then stepped away from her, tossing the football lightly in the air and catching it over and over. He was walking backwards, slowly, recatching the ball again and again. "Wanna play some tackle football?"
Leelee grinned and cracked her knuckles. "Mebbe."
Seventeen's pale blue eyes held a devilish gleam. "You have to catch me first." And with that, he turned and ran, Leelee hot on his heels.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Two and a half months down, six and a half to go," Jenny breathed, sitting on a nearby tree stump. Piccolo sat on the ground next to her. Even at her elevated height on the tree stump, they were at eye level with each other.
"Don't worry about it," Piccolo said. "Everything's going to be fine. We'll make it through this."
She smiled. "Cool."
He reached up and kissed her, his lips warm against hers, his hand brushing her cheek. She felt tingles shoot through her body, just as they did every single time. It was a feeling she knew she would never get over.
They broke apart. "So what did they say to you?"
Piccolo avoided her eyes.
"Piccolo?" she asked in a concerned voice. "What?"
"Goku went nuts," he said, "He's happy for us. I think he's more into than you or I are."
Jenny began to laugh. "That sounds like him."
Piccolo heaved a sigh and shook his head. "That man gives me a headache."
Jenny continued to laugh as Piccolo sat shaking his head.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
After their little snog session, Catie had wandered back to the cemetary again, where Lindsey lay stretched out on the ground. She seemed asleep.
Catie sucked her teeth for a second, debating whether or not to speak. She had a better idea. *Actions speak louder than words* she thought to herself. She conjured up a large bouquet of wild flowers and walked through the small gate. She sat next to Lindsey, who jumped at the sudden presence of her friend.
Catie smiled softly and laid the flowers on the ground before the stone.
Lindsey smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Cat."
"No prob," Catie said gently. She stood. "Let's go back and play some football. It gives me an excuse to tackle Trunks."
Lindsey laughed and allowed Catie to pull her up. They walked out of the cemetary, closing the gate behind them.
"There you girls are!" Goku cried. "I was wondering when you would show up!" He waved, never noticing the dirt that streaked his face. "You wanna play?"
The girls grinned and nodded.
Piccolo's ears twitched. Something was coming. Something big. He stood suddenly and everyone seemed to notice. They were silent.
"What is it, Piccolo?" Goku asked, sensing something coming swiftly for them.
He shook his head, signaling that he didn't know.
It sounded like thunder, a dull roar growing louder.
A thin smile pulled at Memphis' lips. "Liz, that ain't what I think it is, is it?"
Lindsey blinked. It had been a long time since anyone had called her "Liz". "Yeah, it prolly is."
"Is what?" Vegeta asked.
"Phantom's band," Memphis answered.
"It's not Phantom anymore, Memphis," Lindsey answered, "It's . . ." But she was cut off. Just then, a band of horses burst out of the trees, just a little way off, their manes and tails streaming behind them like banners raised in a high breeze. They were all colors - brown and red and black and white and gold. There were about twenty of them. They were led by a large red stallion who froze and stared at the group of intruders who dared to invade his field. His neck arched gracefully, his ears forward and his nostrils flaring. The mares continued on their way, rounding down over the hill as the stallion stood there alone, watching.
"Honor," Lindsey breathed, staring at the stallion.
He reared once, pawing the air with his powerful hooves, then turned on his haunches and disappeared over the hill.
"What happened to Phantom?" Memphis asked, looking confused.
"He died," she answered. "A couple years back."
Memphis looked sorrowful. He turned away and grabbed the football out of Seventeen's hands, whose arms were wrapped around Leelee's back. They were in full make-out mode.
"Let's play some football," Memphis said, thrusting the ball onto the ground as they divided up into two teams.
Toby appeared suddenly, followed by a guy that Catie hadn't seen before. He was about 5'9", a little taller than Toby, with spikey blond hair with black roots and a white sun visor. He wore a black wife beater with baggy black pants and had a slender build. He wore silver chains about his neck and his wrists were covered with bracelets. A silver hoop hung from each ear and he wore sunglasses over his eyes. He had a stud in his nose and tribal tattoos covered his shoulders.
"That's not. . ." Catie breathed.
Lindsey grinned. "That's Scottie."
"But . . ." Catie whimpered, "He's hot!"
"I know," Lindsey pouted. "Toby's not too bad lookin' himself, for a baby- faced kind'a guy."
"The good ones are always gay," Sophie muttered, standing next to them.
"But what about Kolya?" Catie asked.
"He's not gay," Sophie grinned, "But he's not the best, either." She shrugged. "He's just Kolya."
Lindsey and Catie grinned as they took their places to play football with their friends - their family.
*~*~*~*~*~
It was the kind of day that you didn't want to end. The stars twinkled in the deep blue-purple sky and the warm breeze continued to softly blow. A fire had been built and the group was still going strong. Lindsey and Gohan had sneaked off to the top of the small hill, and now lay in each others arms on a blanket spread on the ground.
"You realize your mother is less than thirty yards away?" Lindsey panted, staring down at her warrior.
"You realize we just got away with it?" Gohan grinned up at her. "I told you." His expression turned to one of concern. "You're shaking."
It was true. Her shoulders were trembling, despite the warm air that blew across them. The wind whisped through the tall grasses surrounding them and caught Lindsey's blood red locks, swirling them about her bare shoulders.
Gohan leaned up and kissed her left shoulder gently, opening his mouth slightly against it, his tongue lightly touching her soft, cool, pale skin. He broke away from her and stared up at her silhouette, ringed in pale white light from the full moon.
"We'd better get back to them," she whispered softly. He could hardly tell if it had been her that had spoken, or if it was the whisper of the grasses.
"No, let's stay this way for a little while," he said; it was almost a request.
She nodded slowly and lowered her cool, smooth cheek to his chest and softly closed her eyes. "When do you want to start planning the wedding?"
He inhaled deeply, "Oh . . . I dunno. Tomorrow?"
"Mmm," she murmured. "Sounds good to me."
Gohan smiled and grabbed the edges of the blanket, wrapping it tightly around himself and his fiancee. They stayed that way for quite a while - until Trunks began calling for Gohan and they both had to return to the fire. They sat down on the ground beside the fire, leaning back against a huge log that had been drug to the fire as a seat. Gohan wrapped one arm around her shoulders and leaned his cheek on her head.
Xander approached them. "Mind if I sit here?" he asked, pointing to the seat next to Lindsey.
"Go for it," Gohan said with a smile.
Xander returned the smile and sat down. Danica sat next to him and curled up in his arms.
Lindsey and Gohan blinked, but said nothing.
Trunks was lying flat on his back on a hay bale, staring into the fire as it lapped at the wood. The orange glow had a dramatic effect on his sharp features and he looked like some kind of Greek God come to earth. Catie lay sprawled on his chest, fast asleep. Her hand clutched the front of his jean jacket tightly as her eyes were closed peacefully. He was stroking her hair gently, humming so softly hardly anyone heard him.
Leelee was sitting on a nearby hay bale that was covered in a blanket. Seventeen lay on his back, his head in her lap. His face contorted slightly every now and then as she passed the cold, wet rag over the wounds on his chest from playing earlier that afternoon. She smiled warmly at him as he winced up at her. "That's what you get, silly," she scolded in a soft tone.
He grinned.
Sabriena and Tumbler had long since disappeared off somewhere by themselves. Everyone preferred to not know where they had got off to.
Jenny and Piccolo were sitting close to the fire, Jenny leaning against his arm, staring dully into the fire. She looked half asleep. He looked pleased, even though he didn't have a big, cheesy smile on his face. Content would have been a better word. He stared down at Jenny and a warm look came into his eyes.
They all stayed that way, or close to it, until the morning sun came up. By then the fire had reduced itself to smoldering ashes and a fresh dew clung to the grass. It was a new day - a day in which decisions would be made that could change their lives forever. Wedding plans and other events were already beginning to form. But none of them cared. All that they cared about was that they were safe in the arms of whom they loved. The day would come soon enough and it would take care of itself.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Finally!!!! I am done!!!! I thought this would never end! Thank you to all my friends (Leelee, Catie, Jenny, Lexi and others) who have remained so faithful to me! You guys are my backbone, my will to keep writing. Without you, there would be no DBZ fics from me. IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU!!!! Woot woot! =^_^=
So, if you guys want the next story, lemme know! I'm going to attempt to get my stupid computer to post this for me and in a couple of days, we'll see if you want the next ficcie or not. I don't really care - it's prolly gonna be posted anyway. SO THERE! HA!
Okay, time to post and go to bed. GOOD NIGHT, EVERYBODY!!!!!!
Catie lay flat on her back, staring up at the bright blue sky over head. She pulled the tootsie pop from her mouth with a satisfying SMACK and licked her lips. A warm breeze blew, rustling the tall grasses that she lay in. Her bare toes had been dug into the soft, cool earth.
A heavy figure flopped on the ground next to her. "What are you doing?"
Catie smiled warmly at Trunks. "Thinking."
He reached over and brushed back a few golden brown locks that had fallen into her eyes. "About what?"
"Everything," she answered softly. "About how lucky we were that night."
"It's a good thing my mom bought Yorgi's story," Trunks said.
"You didn't?" Catie asked, surprised.
"I saw the look in your eyes," Trunks said softly. "But I don't care. You came back safe that night. That's all I care about."
She smiled at him. She knew she would never be able to keep anything from him.
Gohan flopped down next to them, breathing hard. "Where'd Lindsey get off to?"
Catie sat up between the two demi-saiyans. "I dunno. I saw her walk into the woods."
"C'mon," Trunks said, standing up and offering a hand to Catie. "We'd better make sure Gohan's future wife doesn't get herself into trouble."
Catie accepted his hand and he pulled her to her feet as Gohan stood on his own. Together, they walked into the woods.
A little distance in, they came upon a black, wrought iron fence. The gate hung open, clanging softly against the metal bars. Lindsey sat in the middle, kneeling on the ground before a large tombstone. She was speaking softly to the ground.
"Don't bother her," came a voice, tinged with a Russian accent.
"Who's buried there?" Catie asked softly, already fearing she knew the answer.
"Her parents," came another, southern accented, voice. Memphis stood there, square shouldered, staring at the tiny graveyard.
Trunks heaved a mournful sigh and watched the redhead. "I know what that's like."
Catie snuggled into Trunks' arms and closed her eyes against his strong chest.
Gohan was staring at Memphis. "Who're you?"
Memphis grinned.roguishly. "An old friend. My name's Memphis. I'm assuming you're the Gohan I've heard so much about?"
Gohan nodded and shook Memphis' hand.
"Peace settles once again in Moberly," Yorgi said slowly, smiling. "How in God's name did I ever end up in this place?" He clapped a hand to his forehead and turned away, shaking his head.
"At least the cops ain't too bad here," Memphis commented.
"Cops like plague, no matter how many you pay, there's another with his hand out," Yorgi growled. He sighed. "Ah, well, maybe one day there will be Anarchy. One can only hope."
Memphis yawned deeply. "We'll just keep livin' by our own rules," he said. "Who cares what the rest of the world does?"
Yorgi shrugged. He had lost interest in the conversation and was looking at Catie. He turned to Trunks. "May I steal your love for a moment? I wish to speak to her."
Trunks nodded and relutcantly let go of Catie. Yorgi started to walk out of the woods and she followed him. He didn't speak until they reached the edge of the woods. "I plan to pay for Lindsey's wedding, did you know that?"
Catie shook her head. "No. But she won't let you, you know that."
"Yes, she will," Yorgi said. "Or I cut off her account. She would not do that to herself."
Catie smirked.
"I wonder," Yorgi said, not looking at Catie as they walked, "when will you and... how do you call him.... Trunks? be married?"
Catie froze. "Oh, we're not getting married," she said, embarrassedly.
"Not yet, perhaps," Yorgi said. "Give him time. He will come around." He stopped walking and turned to her. "There is always room in Anarchy 99 for one more."
Catie smiled. "I know. Consider me the newest member. But I'm not boosting for awhile."
Yorgi laughed. "You have some spirit about you, I'll give you that." Her reached out with both hands and took her firmly, but gently, around the back of her neck and pulled her to him and pressed his forehead against hers, staring deeply into her hazel eyes. "You are a good girl," he said slowly, in a low voice. "When the day comes you wish to wed Trunks, just say the word, and I shall make it happen. Whatever you want. It can be yours, since you are Anarchy member now."
"Thank you," Catie whispered.
Yorgi broke his forehead away from hers and planted a huge kiss on her forehead. He then stepped to her side and wrapped one arm around her neck and started to walk back towards the group. She was surprised at how muscular his arm felt - in his usual loose, long sleeved shirts, you couldn't tell exactly what body type he was.
"If you tell anyone I'm nice, I'll have Kirill shoot you," he warned in a low voice as his arm dropped away from her. "Go back to your Trunks. I talk to Leelee now." He walked quickly away from her, never looking back, the dark, wavy locks of his hair blowing in the breeze. He shoves his hands into his pockets as he confronted Leelee and talked to her.
"Come here, you," Trunks said suddenly and picked Catie up over his head and sat her on his shoulders. She squealed and laughed.
"You're crazy, Trunks," she giggled.
He grinned up at her and walked back to where they had been sitting earlier. He knelt in the grass and she stepped onto the ground. They then laid side-by-side in the tall grass again.
Catie was picking at the grass. She glanced up to see Trunks absolutely staring at her.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing," he answered. "I just love watching you."
She smiled. "You've got that crazy look in your eyes," she said suspiciously.
He grinned widely at her and then quickly closed the gap between them, pinning her to the ground beneath his chest. He reached his head forward and stole a kiss from her.
"You are ornery," she said, trying not to smile.
Trunks shrugged. "I try." And he kissed her again, long and passionately.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, Leelee had just finished her conversation with Yorgi when Seventeen walked up to her, his jeans covered in grass stains and his white shirt tied around his waist. Bruises were forming on his bare chest from playing football. He didn't seem to notice. A few pieces of grass were sticking out of his perfectly straight black hair.
"Hullo, m'lady," he smiled at her, bowing deeply.
"You crack me up," she laughed and walked to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him gently. He returned her kiss.
He then stepped away from her, tossing the football lightly in the air and catching it over and over. He was walking backwards, slowly, recatching the ball again and again. "Wanna play some tackle football?"
Leelee grinned and cracked her knuckles. "Mebbe."
Seventeen's pale blue eyes held a devilish gleam. "You have to catch me first." And with that, he turned and ran, Leelee hot on his heels.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Two and a half months down, six and a half to go," Jenny breathed, sitting on a nearby tree stump. Piccolo sat on the ground next to her. Even at her elevated height on the tree stump, they were at eye level with each other.
"Don't worry about it," Piccolo said. "Everything's going to be fine. We'll make it through this."
She smiled. "Cool."
He reached up and kissed her, his lips warm against hers, his hand brushing her cheek. She felt tingles shoot through her body, just as they did every single time. It was a feeling she knew she would never get over.
They broke apart. "So what did they say to you?"
Piccolo avoided her eyes.
"Piccolo?" she asked in a concerned voice. "What?"
"Goku went nuts," he said, "He's happy for us. I think he's more into than you or I are."
Jenny began to laugh. "That sounds like him."
Piccolo heaved a sigh and shook his head. "That man gives me a headache."
Jenny continued to laugh as Piccolo sat shaking his head.
*~*~*~*~*~*~
After their little snog session, Catie had wandered back to the cemetary again, where Lindsey lay stretched out on the ground. She seemed asleep.
Catie sucked her teeth for a second, debating whether or not to speak. She had a better idea. *Actions speak louder than words* she thought to herself. She conjured up a large bouquet of wild flowers and walked through the small gate. She sat next to Lindsey, who jumped at the sudden presence of her friend.
Catie smiled softly and laid the flowers on the ground before the stone.
Lindsey smiled gratefully. "Thanks, Cat."
"No prob," Catie said gently. She stood. "Let's go back and play some football. It gives me an excuse to tackle Trunks."
Lindsey laughed and allowed Catie to pull her up. They walked out of the cemetary, closing the gate behind them.
"There you girls are!" Goku cried. "I was wondering when you would show up!" He waved, never noticing the dirt that streaked his face. "You wanna play?"
The girls grinned and nodded.
Piccolo's ears twitched. Something was coming. Something big. He stood suddenly and everyone seemed to notice. They were silent.
"What is it, Piccolo?" Goku asked, sensing something coming swiftly for them.
He shook his head, signaling that he didn't know.
It sounded like thunder, a dull roar growing louder.
A thin smile pulled at Memphis' lips. "Liz, that ain't what I think it is, is it?"
Lindsey blinked. It had been a long time since anyone had called her "Liz". "Yeah, it prolly is."
"Is what?" Vegeta asked.
"Phantom's band," Memphis answered.
"It's not Phantom anymore, Memphis," Lindsey answered, "It's . . ." But she was cut off. Just then, a band of horses burst out of the trees, just a little way off, their manes and tails streaming behind them like banners raised in a high breeze. They were all colors - brown and red and black and white and gold. There were about twenty of them. They were led by a large red stallion who froze and stared at the group of intruders who dared to invade his field. His neck arched gracefully, his ears forward and his nostrils flaring. The mares continued on their way, rounding down over the hill as the stallion stood there alone, watching.
"Honor," Lindsey breathed, staring at the stallion.
He reared once, pawing the air with his powerful hooves, then turned on his haunches and disappeared over the hill.
"What happened to Phantom?" Memphis asked, looking confused.
"He died," she answered. "A couple years back."
Memphis looked sorrowful. He turned away and grabbed the football out of Seventeen's hands, whose arms were wrapped around Leelee's back. They were in full make-out mode.
"Let's play some football," Memphis said, thrusting the ball onto the ground as they divided up into two teams.
Toby appeared suddenly, followed by a guy that Catie hadn't seen before. He was about 5'9", a little taller than Toby, with spikey blond hair with black roots and a white sun visor. He wore a black wife beater with baggy black pants and had a slender build. He wore silver chains about his neck and his wrists were covered with bracelets. A silver hoop hung from each ear and he wore sunglasses over his eyes. He had a stud in his nose and tribal tattoos covered his shoulders.
"That's not. . ." Catie breathed.
Lindsey grinned. "That's Scottie."
"But . . ." Catie whimpered, "He's hot!"
"I know," Lindsey pouted. "Toby's not too bad lookin' himself, for a baby- faced kind'a guy."
"The good ones are always gay," Sophie muttered, standing next to them.
"But what about Kolya?" Catie asked.
"He's not gay," Sophie grinned, "But he's not the best, either." She shrugged. "He's just Kolya."
Lindsey and Catie grinned as they took their places to play football with their friends - their family.
*~*~*~*~*~
It was the kind of day that you didn't want to end. The stars twinkled in the deep blue-purple sky and the warm breeze continued to softly blow. A fire had been built and the group was still going strong. Lindsey and Gohan had sneaked off to the top of the small hill, and now lay in each others arms on a blanket spread on the ground.
"You realize your mother is less than thirty yards away?" Lindsey panted, staring down at her warrior.
"You realize we just got away with it?" Gohan grinned up at her. "I told you." His expression turned to one of concern. "You're shaking."
It was true. Her shoulders were trembling, despite the warm air that blew across them. The wind whisped through the tall grasses surrounding them and caught Lindsey's blood red locks, swirling them about her bare shoulders.
Gohan leaned up and kissed her left shoulder gently, opening his mouth slightly against it, his tongue lightly touching her soft, cool, pale skin. He broke away from her and stared up at her silhouette, ringed in pale white light from the full moon.
"We'd better get back to them," she whispered softly. He could hardly tell if it had been her that had spoken, or if it was the whisper of the grasses.
"No, let's stay this way for a little while," he said; it was almost a request.
She nodded slowly and lowered her cool, smooth cheek to his chest and softly closed her eyes. "When do you want to start planning the wedding?"
He inhaled deeply, "Oh . . . I dunno. Tomorrow?"
"Mmm," she murmured. "Sounds good to me."
Gohan smiled and grabbed the edges of the blanket, wrapping it tightly around himself and his fiancee. They stayed that way for quite a while - until Trunks began calling for Gohan and they both had to return to the fire. They sat down on the ground beside the fire, leaning back against a huge log that had been drug to the fire as a seat. Gohan wrapped one arm around her shoulders and leaned his cheek on her head.
Xander approached them. "Mind if I sit here?" he asked, pointing to the seat next to Lindsey.
"Go for it," Gohan said with a smile.
Xander returned the smile and sat down. Danica sat next to him and curled up in his arms.
Lindsey and Gohan blinked, but said nothing.
Trunks was lying flat on his back on a hay bale, staring into the fire as it lapped at the wood. The orange glow had a dramatic effect on his sharp features and he looked like some kind of Greek God come to earth. Catie lay sprawled on his chest, fast asleep. Her hand clutched the front of his jean jacket tightly as her eyes were closed peacefully. He was stroking her hair gently, humming so softly hardly anyone heard him.
Leelee was sitting on a nearby hay bale that was covered in a blanket. Seventeen lay on his back, his head in her lap. His face contorted slightly every now and then as she passed the cold, wet rag over the wounds on his chest from playing earlier that afternoon. She smiled warmly at him as he winced up at her. "That's what you get, silly," she scolded in a soft tone.
He grinned.
Sabriena and Tumbler had long since disappeared off somewhere by themselves. Everyone preferred to not know where they had got off to.
Jenny and Piccolo were sitting close to the fire, Jenny leaning against his arm, staring dully into the fire. She looked half asleep. He looked pleased, even though he didn't have a big, cheesy smile on his face. Content would have been a better word. He stared down at Jenny and a warm look came into his eyes.
They all stayed that way, or close to it, until the morning sun came up. By then the fire had reduced itself to smoldering ashes and a fresh dew clung to the grass. It was a new day - a day in which decisions would be made that could change their lives forever. Wedding plans and other events were already beginning to form. But none of them cared. All that they cared about was that they were safe in the arms of whom they loved. The day would come soon enough and it would take care of itself.
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Finally!!!! I am done!!!! I thought this would never end! Thank you to all my friends (Leelee, Catie, Jenny, Lexi and others) who have remained so faithful to me! You guys are my backbone, my will to keep writing. Without you, there would be no DBZ fics from me. IT'S ALL ABOUT YOU!!!! Woot woot! =^_^=
So, if you guys want the next story, lemme know! I'm going to attempt to get my stupid computer to post this for me and in a couple of days, we'll see if you want the next ficcie or not. I don't really care - it's prolly gonna be posted anyway. SO THERE! HA!
Okay, time to post and go to bed. GOOD NIGHT, EVERYBODY!!!!!!