A/N: hi everyone! i'm back and better than eva! havin fun with this story so i'm gonna keep goin on it. i really hoped u guys liked the last chapter and i hope u like this one too...ok then, enough with the talk..more of the reading...enjoy!
Disclaimer: i don't own dbz...i do however own all the made up characters in this story
(...)=mini author's notes
'.....'=thoughts
"...."=speaking
*Last Time*- "Will my end be by rope-hanging or ax?" she asked herself while pushing past Trunks and walking down the hall quickly, so she could find Bulma and get this over with.
Faltered Destiny
Chapter 20
Talkshows and Daydreams
Lareesa made her way down the stairs. Many thoughts were crossing her mind at the moment. Like did Bulma find out what had happened? Was she in trouble? She quickly pushed these ideas out of her head. Getting worked up wasn't something she needed right now.
As she approached the kitchen, Lareesa heard somone behind her. She glanced out of the corner or her eye to find out that it was Trunks following her. She sighed, wondering why he was coming down...Bulma wanted to talk to her, didn't she?
"Hi Bulma-san." Lareesa said seeing Bulma as she walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table
"Hey kiddo." Bulma replied cooly. The older woman didn't look over the age of twenty five...yet Lareesa knew better. Her hair was still cut in the short fashion, and she wore pink lip gloss. A white tank that said her name stretched across her chest and she wore short jean shorts. "I didn't hear you come in." her head was stuck in one of the many cabinets.
"I'm just that quiet." she stated dryly.
"Really now? Well that's a good thing to know." Bulma stated.
Lareesa quirked an eyebrow.
"Uh yeah, Trunks said that you wanted to talk to me?" Lareesa asked, wanting to get the 'talk' over with.
"Well I'm glad he went up and relayed my message." the blue haired woman said while taking some glasses out of the cabinet.
"Hn..and why is that?" Lareesa queried, a bit interested.
"He seemed reluctant to go to your room. Like you guys had a fight or something." she looked at Lareesa and quirked a thin eyebrow.
At this the young teenager began to get nervous. Bulma was catching onto something, although she wasn't sure that the woman knew all of what was going on.
'Is it mother's intuition?' Lareesa asked herself, 'or more than that?' she shook her head.
"Something wrong?" Bulma questioned.
"Nah, just really tired." Lareesa answered and rubbed her eyes, emphasizing her point.
"Well I'll make this quick then," Bulma started, "we're having a birthday party for Chibi and Mirai Trunks and I was wondering if you cared to join us."
'That's it?' she wondered, "Uh sure, I wouldn't mind." Lareesa complied.
"Good then, I'll take you shopping today...since the party is tomorrow. Be ready in two hours." And with that Bulma went back to her cooking and cleaning.
Lareesa got up from her chair and grumbled. "Way to be last minute." she murmered under her breath. She then proceeded to exit the kitchen and plop on the couch in the living room to watch tv.
The Briefs were so rich yet they didn't have a tv in every room; go figure. Picking up the remote she sighed, "What to watch..."
Changing the channels, Lareesa came across different stations. Some had soap operas (yuck!) while others had talk shows on. One of which caught her intrest was the the Jerri Sprigger show. (i changed it, sorry..no suing! lol) The title of today's show was "My Man is a Zero, Make him a Hero!". Lareesa giggled as she watched the figures on the screen...soon enough she was off in a daydream; twisting the show to suit some people she knew...
**DaydreaM**
A woman with blonde hair and dark brown eyes fiddled with her glasses. She was dressed in a navy blue blazer. Her slighly wavy hair hung past her shoulders as she started her monologue.
"Hello everybody! Today on the Jerri Sprigger Show our topic is, 'My Man's a Zero, Make him a Hero' I'm your host Jerri Sprigger!" the peppy blonde shouted while the crowd went wild. "Today, we have some very special guests, our first being Bulma Briefs!"
Bulma walked out from behind a brown door and down the steps. She was wearing red high heels with a sexy red dress. Her hair was done in its usual fashion. A yellow scarf was tied loosly around her neck. She sat on a green chair, crossing her left leg over her right.
"Hello Jerri." she said, waving a bit.
"Wow, we have the infamous Bulma Briefs in our presance...this is a treat." Jerri commented while shuffling through her index cards. "Well, let's get started. What bring you to our show today Ms. Briefs?"
"First off my husband is the Saiyan no Ouji...and he thinks that gives him the right to do whatever the hell he pleases. Second off, he has a piss poor attitude that I want fixed..." she smirked, "Just like my Dad's cat Scratch at home."
"Ouch," Jerri Sprigger cringed, "let's see what Vegeta has to say. Vegeta come on out!!!"
Vegeta walks out in his usual training clothes. The blue spandex hugs all of his muscles and the yellow and white chest plate decorates his chest. His arms are crossed as he walks in his prideful stride to take a seat next to Bulma.
"Baka Onna making me come on this show." he grumbled.
"Let's hear your side of the story Vegeta." Jerri said whilst handing him a mic.
Vegeta didn't even extend his hand to take it.
Bulma nudged him and whispered something softly into his ear. Vegeta growled, and grabbed the microphone quickly, being careful not to crush it.
"Don't think I want too, its either tell my side or sleep on the couch tonight." he growled.
"You can sleep over my house anytime," swooned a girl in the audience, "and with me, in my bed."
Vegeta's face became disgusted as he raised his palm out, so it was facing the girl.
"VEGETA!!!" Bulma screamed, grabbing his hand and forcing it down. "I swear, I can't take you anywhere." she shook her head.
Vegeta growled and lifted the microphone to his lips.
"This Baka Onna made me come on this show because she can't do a damn thing right. She can't fix the gravity machine, she can't cook a semi-decent meal," a wicked smirk touched his lips, "and she can't satisfty me."
Many gasps were heard from the audience as the camera shifted to them, it then quickly went back to a red faced Bulma who currently had smoke coming out of her ears.
"I CAN'T WHAT?!?!?!" Bulma screamed, making everyone cringe.
"Satisfy me." Vegeta finished.
"WHY YOU!!!" Bulma jumped out of her chair and instantly pounced on the Saiyan Prince. Her hands found their way to his neck as she *desperately* tried to choke him.
Vegeta didn't flinch.
Jerri Sprigger made a desperate motion for the camera crew to cut back to her.
"Alright then," she said while raking her hair with her fingers nervously, "Our next guest is Chichi Son and her husband Goku."
Chichi walks out onto the stage in her normal apparel. Her hair is tied back into it's neat little bun and her arms are crossed as she takes a seat in one of the chairs.
"Miss Son, would please tell us why you are here today?"
"Call me Chichi," the raven-haired women commanded as her eyes narrowed, "I want nothing to do with *that* man."
Surprised murmers were heard from the audience.
"Excuse me for asking Chichi," Jerri adjusted her glasses, "but I thought Goku was one of the nicest men alive...not to mention a world renowned hero."
Chichi rolled her eyes. "Oh, he is, but don't let that fool you. He's always out training or saving the world and he has absolutely no time to spend with me. Just to prove that when he was killed last and was going to be wished back, he refused. Thus leaving me to raise a child that he had impregnated me with just before he went off to fight. Don't get me wrong I love Goten, but I was left to raise him and his older brother Gohan for seven years...by myself."
Many awes accompanied by raving errupted from the audience.
The talkshow-host breathed in deeply and began to massage her temples.
"I need asprin." she whispered softly.
Everyone turned and looked at her as if she were nuts.
Caught off guard, Jerri quickly regained her composure and got back to her job.
"Well, that's err...interesting." she commented while trying the stop the thundering pain in her head.
Bulma looked up from her current position and reached into her purse. She pulled out a small bottle of pain-killers moments later and tossed them to Jerri.
"Uh.." Jerri blinked, "thanks."
"No problem." Bulma said as she went back to trying to choke Vegeta.
Once again, he didn't flinch.
Jerri quickly dry-throated the pills. The pain went away within seconds; she smiled.
"Well, now that we've heard Ms. Chichi's side of the story we can bring out her husband. Goku, come on out!"
Goku comes out wearing his usual orange and blue gi. He waves to the audience and is extremely surprised when they boo and hiss at him. He takes a seat, utterly confused.
"Looks like the audience doesn't like you." Jerri commented while flipping through her index cards.
"I can't understand why..." Goku started.
"YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY??!" Chichi questioned, or moreso demanded. "YOU LEFT ME TO RAISE OUR TWO CHILDREN FOR SEVEN YEARS BY MYSELF!!"
"But Chi," Goku tried to reason, "It was the chance to train under the Grand Kai, and I couldn't pass that up. Besides, I knew you could handle to boys when I was gone."
"WRONG ANSWER MISTER!" Chichi screamed as she took out her iron frying pan and wacked him across the head with it. Her eyes were narrowed as she watches his reaction.
"Chichi..." Goku pleaded while rubbing his head.
"DO NOT CHICHI ME MISTER!" she said, bonking him across the head once again. This time leaving a Goku-face impression in the frying pan. Chichi was now fuming. "YOU BROKE MY FRYING PAN!" she screamed as she desperately began to punch Goku.
"Chi..." Goku sighed while blocking her every attack.
"Well then..." Jerri continued, "Our next guests are of the younger genre, but they are important nonetheless, please welcome Lareesa!"
Suddenly Lareesa dropped from the ceiling and into a nearby chair. She looked surprised and bewildered to say the very least.
"Where the HELL am I?! And why did I drop from the ceiling?! DAMNIT NOW MY ARSE HURTS!" she screamed.
"Yes, well, you are on my show." Jerri said, attempting to answer the teen's question.
"And that show would be?" she questioned, annoyed.
"Why the Jerri Sprigger Show." Jerri said, this time becoming angry that the girl didn't know whose show she was on.
Lareesa blew some air from her mouth, mussing her bangs. "Sounds like a rip-off of Jerry Springer to me."
A vein popped out of Jerri's head as she stared at Lareesa.
"Why you little!!!" Jerri lunged at Lareesa, but a guard caught her in time and held her back.
"My point exactly." Lareesa commented huffily.
The bodyguard whispered into Jerri's ear and she nodded slowly, a smirk spreading across her features. Her bodyguard soon let go of her and she raised the mic to her lips.
"Its time to bring out our other guest that corresponds with Lareesa."
Lareesa's eyes flit to the young talkshow host, they were narrowed and none too friendly.
"Please welcome, Mirai Trunks Briefs!" Jerri said while motioning to the side door.
Moments later a man in his late teens walks onto the stage. He has lavender hair and cornflower blue eyes. His clothing consists of black baggy pants, a blank form-fitting tank, and a blue jacket that has the capsule corp logo on the sleeve. The boy known as Trunks, took a seat next to Lareesa.
Her jaw almost dropped when she saw him. It took almost all of her control just to keep a stolid stature. She managed nonetheless, but couldn't stop herself from letting her eyes run down his body.
"Mirai Trunks," Jerri Spriggi started, "Will you please tell us of your relationship with this girl." she motioned to Lareesa.
"Well, I have kissed her, and vise versa."
The teenage girl blushed furiously and slunk down in her chair. Her eyes drifted to the floor as she stared at the now interesting tile.
"Is this true?" Jerri smirked as she handed Lareesa a microphone.
At first, Lareesa refused to take it, but it was then she saw the body-guard cracking his knuckles in her direction. Since the teen really didn't want anyone trouble, especially with someone twice her size, she took the mechanical instrument.
"I guess you could say that." she said, trying to sound confident; obviously, it didn't come out that way.
"Mhmm.." Jerri nodded, as he continued to poke questions at the teen.
Lareesa answered the questions, always keeping an eye on the body-guard in the corner of her vision. Suddenly a flash of lavender caught her attention.
Trunks stood up and took her hand, pulling her up so that she was looking into his eyes.
"I'm sorry." he whispered softly he gently stroked her cheek with his thumb.
"Well, I wasn't the nicest person either." Lareesa admitted as continued to stare into two coliflower blue eyes.
He smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her waist...moving closer....he.....
"Trunks-kun..." Lareesa nearly purred as she fell to the side of the couch and landed on something rather warm and comfy. She opened her eyes slowly to find Trunks looking at her as if she was an alien or something. She sat up straight immediately, realising her actions. A crimson flush spread across her cheeks as she muttered her apologies and ran upstairs as quickly as she could.
Trunks watched her retreating figure as she hurried back to her room. A small smile stretched across his features as he remembered the embarrassment the young teen had suffered. It was just so...cute.
'Wait, did I just think what I think I thought?' Trunks bit his lower lip. 'Nah.'
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And that's the end of this chappy, alright? I know it's shorter than my other ones, but hey...cut me some slack here. I went to bandcamp, had tons of hw, my computer crashed....considering everything that's happened I think I managed pretty well. As they say, its quality, not quantity...and I think this chapter was really funny...but that's only my preference. I hope you guys enjoyed...pleez review and make me smile!!! ^__^
trunksgrl06
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FireAngel-Kayona: oh no worries...you know me...didn't update until later on anyway. It's your birthday comin up soon? Well then, I dedicate this chapter to you, as a birthday gift. ^.~ i hope you enjoyed it...and I hope you have a wonderful day!! And don't worry, rambling is good...I do it all the time. ^^'
Dani: finished, done, there ya go! hey, i showed you most of this at bandcamp so why are you complainin? LOL! I know I know, I'm a lazy person, but you love me!
Deathstorm: ^^' GOMEN!! did i make the 2month update?? i am sooo sorry, i had bandcamp, college stuff for mi hermana, and then my computer crashed...damn did my summer suck it that respect. well, hopefully this will give you some closure until i get off my arse and write the next chapter.
Smack: wow, u know ur the only person who put wut gender they are? i'm glad someone reads my author's notes *glares at all readers except smack* yeah, trunks was pretty screwed up in that last chappy...but u know what? i wouldn't want my half-insane and derranged trunks any other way *hugs a trunks plushie*
Astrolight Worrior: you don't know how happy i am that you love this story *wipes a tear away from her eye* i was originally afraid to post my stuff in case ppl would mock me (my friendz at my school still do...i'm the only anime freak :-p) but i'm findin out differently.
cyzay: this was one of my fav. chapters too...isn't agnst so much fun to write? especially when trunks pulls a vegeta and then switches back to himself cuz he feels bad about what he's done? am i starting to ramble and eventually going to give away the plot? probably...lol...ne way ja ja! and thanks for reviewin
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To Everyone: keep those reviews comin, they really motiviate me!
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Disclaimer: i don't own dbz...i do however own all the made up characters in this story
(...)=mini author's notes
'.....'=thoughts
"...."=speaking
*Last Time*- "Will my end be by rope-hanging or ax?" she asked herself while pushing past Trunks and walking down the hall quickly, so she could find Bulma and get this over with.
Faltered Destiny
Chapter 20
Talkshows and Daydreams
Lareesa made her way down the stairs. Many thoughts were crossing her mind at the moment. Like did Bulma find out what had happened? Was she in trouble? She quickly pushed these ideas out of her head. Getting worked up wasn't something she needed right now.
As she approached the kitchen, Lareesa heard somone behind her. She glanced out of the corner or her eye to find out that it was Trunks following her. She sighed, wondering why he was coming down...Bulma wanted to talk to her, didn't she?
"Hi Bulma-san." Lareesa said seeing Bulma as she walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table
"Hey kiddo." Bulma replied cooly. The older woman didn't look over the age of twenty five...yet Lareesa knew better. Her hair was still cut in the short fashion, and she wore pink lip gloss. A white tank that said her name stretched across her chest and she wore short jean shorts. "I didn't hear you come in." her head was stuck in one of the many cabinets.
"I'm just that quiet." she stated dryly.
"Really now? Well that's a good thing to know." Bulma stated.
Lareesa quirked an eyebrow.
"Uh yeah, Trunks said that you wanted to talk to me?" Lareesa asked, wanting to get the 'talk' over with.
"Well I'm glad he went up and relayed my message." the blue haired woman said while taking some glasses out of the cabinet.
"Hn..and why is that?" Lareesa queried, a bit interested.
"He seemed reluctant to go to your room. Like you guys had a fight or something." she looked at Lareesa and quirked a thin eyebrow.
At this the young teenager began to get nervous. Bulma was catching onto something, although she wasn't sure that the woman knew all of what was going on.
'Is it mother's intuition?' Lareesa asked herself, 'or more than that?' she shook her head.
"Something wrong?" Bulma questioned.
"Nah, just really tired." Lareesa answered and rubbed her eyes, emphasizing her point.
"Well I'll make this quick then," Bulma started, "we're having a birthday party for Chibi and Mirai Trunks and I was wondering if you cared to join us."
'That's it?' she wondered, "Uh sure, I wouldn't mind." Lareesa complied.
"Good then, I'll take you shopping today...since the party is tomorrow. Be ready in two hours." And with that Bulma went back to her cooking and cleaning.
Lareesa got up from her chair and grumbled. "Way to be last minute." she murmered under her breath. She then proceeded to exit the kitchen and plop on the couch in the living room to watch tv.
The Briefs were so rich yet they didn't have a tv in every room; go figure. Picking up the remote she sighed, "What to watch..."
Changing the channels, Lareesa came across different stations. Some had soap operas (yuck!) while others had talk shows on. One of which caught her intrest was the the Jerri Sprigger show. (i changed it, sorry..no suing! lol) The title of today's show was "My Man is a Zero, Make him a Hero!". Lareesa giggled as she watched the figures on the screen...soon enough she was off in a daydream; twisting the show to suit some people she knew...
**DaydreaM**
A woman with blonde hair and dark brown eyes fiddled with her glasses. She was dressed in a navy blue blazer. Her slighly wavy hair hung past her shoulders as she started her monologue.
"Hello everybody! Today on the Jerri Sprigger Show our topic is, 'My Man's a Zero, Make him a Hero' I'm your host Jerri Sprigger!" the peppy blonde shouted while the crowd went wild. "Today, we have some very special guests, our first being Bulma Briefs!"
Bulma walked out from behind a brown door and down the steps. She was wearing red high heels with a sexy red dress. Her hair was done in its usual fashion. A yellow scarf was tied loosly around her neck. She sat on a green chair, crossing her left leg over her right.
"Hello Jerri." she said, waving a bit.
"Wow, we have the infamous Bulma Briefs in our presance...this is a treat." Jerri commented while shuffling through her index cards. "Well, let's get started. What bring you to our show today Ms. Briefs?"
"First off my husband is the Saiyan no Ouji...and he thinks that gives him the right to do whatever the hell he pleases. Second off, he has a piss poor attitude that I want fixed..." she smirked, "Just like my Dad's cat Scratch at home."
"Ouch," Jerri Sprigger cringed, "let's see what Vegeta has to say. Vegeta come on out!!!"
Vegeta walks out in his usual training clothes. The blue spandex hugs all of his muscles and the yellow and white chest plate decorates his chest. His arms are crossed as he walks in his prideful stride to take a seat next to Bulma.
"Baka Onna making me come on this show." he grumbled.
"Let's hear your side of the story Vegeta." Jerri said whilst handing him a mic.
Vegeta didn't even extend his hand to take it.
Bulma nudged him and whispered something softly into his ear. Vegeta growled, and grabbed the microphone quickly, being careful not to crush it.
"Don't think I want too, its either tell my side or sleep on the couch tonight." he growled.
"You can sleep over my house anytime," swooned a girl in the audience, "and with me, in my bed."
Vegeta's face became disgusted as he raised his palm out, so it was facing the girl.
"VEGETA!!!" Bulma screamed, grabbing his hand and forcing it down. "I swear, I can't take you anywhere." she shook her head.
Vegeta growled and lifted the microphone to his lips.
"This Baka Onna made me come on this show because she can't do a damn thing right. She can't fix the gravity machine, she can't cook a semi-decent meal," a wicked smirk touched his lips, "and she can't satisfty me."
Many gasps were heard from the audience as the camera shifted to them, it then quickly went back to a red faced Bulma who currently had smoke coming out of her ears.
"I CAN'T WHAT?!?!?!" Bulma screamed, making everyone cringe.
"Satisfy me." Vegeta finished.
"WHY YOU!!!" Bulma jumped out of her chair and instantly pounced on the Saiyan Prince. Her hands found their way to his neck as she *desperately* tried to choke him.
Vegeta didn't flinch.
Jerri Sprigger made a desperate motion for the camera crew to cut back to her.
"Alright then," she said while raking her hair with her fingers nervously, "Our next guest is Chichi Son and her husband Goku."
Chichi walks out onto the stage in her normal apparel. Her hair is tied back into it's neat little bun and her arms are crossed as she takes a seat in one of the chairs.
"Miss Son, would please tell us why you are here today?"
"Call me Chichi," the raven-haired women commanded as her eyes narrowed, "I want nothing to do with *that* man."
Surprised murmers were heard from the audience.
"Excuse me for asking Chichi," Jerri adjusted her glasses, "but I thought Goku was one of the nicest men alive...not to mention a world renowned hero."
Chichi rolled her eyes. "Oh, he is, but don't let that fool you. He's always out training or saving the world and he has absolutely no time to spend with me. Just to prove that when he was killed last and was going to be wished back, he refused. Thus leaving me to raise a child that he had impregnated me with just before he went off to fight. Don't get me wrong I love Goten, but I was left to raise him and his older brother Gohan for seven years...by myself."
Many awes accompanied by raving errupted from the audience.
The talkshow-host breathed in deeply and began to massage her temples.
"I need asprin." she whispered softly.
Everyone turned and looked at her as if she were nuts.
Caught off guard, Jerri quickly regained her composure and got back to her job.
"Well, that's err...interesting." she commented while trying the stop the thundering pain in her head.
Bulma looked up from her current position and reached into her purse. She pulled out a small bottle of pain-killers moments later and tossed them to Jerri.
"Uh.." Jerri blinked, "thanks."
"No problem." Bulma said as she went back to trying to choke Vegeta.
Once again, he didn't flinch.
Jerri quickly dry-throated the pills. The pain went away within seconds; she smiled.
"Well, now that we've heard Ms. Chichi's side of the story we can bring out her husband. Goku, come on out!"
Goku comes out wearing his usual orange and blue gi. He waves to the audience and is extremely surprised when they boo and hiss at him. He takes a seat, utterly confused.
"Looks like the audience doesn't like you." Jerri commented while flipping through her index cards.
"I can't understand why..." Goku started.
"YOU CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHY??!" Chichi questioned, or moreso demanded. "YOU LEFT ME TO RAISE OUR TWO CHILDREN FOR SEVEN YEARS BY MYSELF!!"
"But Chi," Goku tried to reason, "It was the chance to train under the Grand Kai, and I couldn't pass that up. Besides, I knew you could handle to boys when I was gone."
"WRONG ANSWER MISTER!" Chichi screamed as she took out her iron frying pan and wacked him across the head with it. Her eyes were narrowed as she watches his reaction.
"Chichi..." Goku pleaded while rubbing his head.
"DO NOT CHICHI ME MISTER!" she said, bonking him across the head once again. This time leaving a Goku-face impression in the frying pan. Chichi was now fuming. "YOU BROKE MY FRYING PAN!" she screamed as she desperately began to punch Goku.
"Chi..." Goku sighed while blocking her every attack.
"Well then..." Jerri continued, "Our next guests are of the younger genre, but they are important nonetheless, please welcome Lareesa!"
Suddenly Lareesa dropped from the ceiling and into a nearby chair. She looked surprised and bewildered to say the very least.
"Where the HELL am I?! And why did I drop from the ceiling?! DAMNIT NOW MY ARSE HURTS!" she screamed.
"Yes, well, you are on my show." Jerri said, attempting to answer the teen's question.
"And that show would be?" she questioned, annoyed.
"Why the Jerri Sprigger Show." Jerri said, this time becoming angry that the girl didn't know whose show she was on.
Lareesa blew some air from her mouth, mussing her bangs. "Sounds like a rip-off of Jerry Springer to me."
A vein popped out of Jerri's head as she stared at Lareesa.
"Why you little!!!" Jerri lunged at Lareesa, but a guard caught her in time and held her back.
"My point exactly." Lareesa commented huffily.
The bodyguard whispered into Jerri's ear and she nodded slowly, a smirk spreading across her features. Her bodyguard soon let go of her and she raised the mic to her lips.
"Its time to bring out our other guest that corresponds with Lareesa."
Lareesa's eyes flit to the young talkshow host, they were narrowed and none too friendly.
"Please welcome, Mirai Trunks Briefs!" Jerri said while motioning to the side door.
Moments later a man in his late teens walks onto the stage. He has lavender hair and cornflower blue eyes. His clothing consists of black baggy pants, a blank form-fitting tank, and a blue jacket that has the capsule corp logo on the sleeve. The boy known as Trunks, took a seat next to Lareesa.
Her jaw almost dropped when she saw him. It took almost all of her control just to keep a stolid stature. She managed nonetheless, but couldn't stop herself from letting her eyes run down his body.
"Mirai Trunks," Jerri Spriggi started, "Will you please tell us of your relationship with this girl." she motioned to Lareesa.
"Well, I have kissed her, and vise versa."
The teenage girl blushed furiously and slunk down in her chair. Her eyes drifted to the floor as she stared at the now interesting tile.
"Is this true?" Jerri smirked as she handed Lareesa a microphone.
At first, Lareesa refused to take it, but it was then she saw the body-guard cracking his knuckles in her direction. Since the teen really didn't want anyone trouble, especially with someone twice her size, she took the mechanical instrument.
"I guess you could say that." she said, trying to sound confident; obviously, it didn't come out that way.
"Mhmm.." Jerri nodded, as he continued to poke questions at the teen.
Lareesa answered the questions, always keeping an eye on the body-guard in the corner of her vision. Suddenly a flash of lavender caught her attention.
Trunks stood up and took her hand, pulling her up so that she was looking into his eyes.
"I'm sorry." he whispered softly he gently stroked her cheek with his thumb.
"Well, I wasn't the nicest person either." Lareesa admitted as continued to stare into two coliflower blue eyes.
He smiled at her and wrapped his arms around her waist...moving closer....he.....
"Trunks-kun..." Lareesa nearly purred as she fell to the side of the couch and landed on something rather warm and comfy. She opened her eyes slowly to find Trunks looking at her as if she was an alien or something. She sat up straight immediately, realising her actions. A crimson flush spread across her cheeks as she muttered her apologies and ran upstairs as quickly as she could.
Trunks watched her retreating figure as she hurried back to her room. A small smile stretched across his features as he remembered the embarrassment the young teen had suffered. It was just so...cute.
'Wait, did I just think what I think I thought?' Trunks bit his lower lip. 'Nah.'
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And that's the end of this chappy, alright? I know it's shorter than my other ones, but hey...cut me some slack here. I went to bandcamp, had tons of hw, my computer crashed....considering everything that's happened I think I managed pretty well. As they say, its quality, not quantity...and I think this chapter was really funny...but that's only my preference. I hope you guys enjoyed...pleez review and make me smile!!! ^__^
trunksgrl06
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FireAngel-Kayona: oh no worries...you know me...didn't update until later on anyway. It's your birthday comin up soon? Well then, I dedicate this chapter to you, as a birthday gift. ^.~ i hope you enjoyed it...and I hope you have a wonderful day!! And don't worry, rambling is good...I do it all the time. ^^'
Dani: finished, done, there ya go! hey, i showed you most of this at bandcamp so why are you complainin? LOL! I know I know, I'm a lazy person, but you love me!
Deathstorm: ^^' GOMEN!! did i make the 2month update?? i am sooo sorry, i had bandcamp, college stuff for mi hermana, and then my computer crashed...damn did my summer suck it that respect. well, hopefully this will give you some closure until i get off my arse and write the next chapter.
Smack: wow, u know ur the only person who put wut gender they are? i'm glad someone reads my author's notes *glares at all readers except smack* yeah, trunks was pretty screwed up in that last chappy...but u know what? i wouldn't want my half-insane and derranged trunks any other way *hugs a trunks plushie*
Astrolight Worrior: you don't know how happy i am that you love this story *wipes a tear away from her eye* i was originally afraid to post my stuff in case ppl would mock me (my friendz at my school still do...i'm the only anime freak :-p) but i'm findin out differently.
cyzay: this was one of my fav. chapters too...isn't agnst so much fun to write? especially when trunks pulls a vegeta and then switches back to himself cuz he feels bad about what he's done? am i starting to ramble and eventually going to give away the plot? probably...lol...ne way ja ja! and thanks for reviewin
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To Everyone: keep those reviews comin, they really motiviate me!
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