A/N / Disclaimer (i'm lazy): I don't own Dragon BallZ or any other anime that I fantasize about *sniffles*. That means that I can't have Mirai Trunks, Inuyasha, or Chichiri-sama. But, this doesn't include the characters that my extremely messed up brain creates everytime I think...riiiiiiiiiiiiiight??? Oh yeah, I'm good...if I get a character and change the name and outfit...then it won't b the same as the ones any of the famous pplz created (i learned that from a teacher...they can't sue u then). Wellers...I'm ramblin again...go and read...hope u like it!
Apology Note: yeah, i LIED. You have to read this first. I know I haven't updated for such a long time and I'm not gonna make any excuses. But I did start this chapter a while ago, I just couldn't finish it. To be honest I haven't been motivated to write this story lately, but I'll try my best.
(...)=mini author's notes
'.....'=thoughts
"...."=speaking
*Last Time*
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.'
Faltered Destiny
Chapter 21
Preparations and Apologies
Lareesa glanced at the three large bags that now covered her bed. As promised, Bulma had taken her shopping. Walking over to them, she gingerly began to unpack her things and put them away. When she was done, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a capsule. Smirking at her genius she pressed the small button ontop and tossed it onto the floor. With a "poof" a new medium size bag now sat where the capsule once was.
"Aren't I smart?" Lareesa mumbled as she smiled crookedly.
Sorting the clothing she had picked out, Lareesa began to recall what had transpired at the mall.
**EarlieR ThaT DaY**
"You'll be needing everything" Bulma exclaimed as she began to push Lareesa into the dressing room.
Lareesa tried her best to try and talk Bulma out of her 'craziness,' though it didn't work
Emerging from the dressing room, she was now wearing an outfit that Bulma had picked out. She blushed furiously, pulling down on the black mid-drift top.
"This top is really short."
"That's how its suppose to be honey, Its the *style*."
Trying to contain her discomfort and anger, Lareesa sighed heavily and closed the curtain. After a couple of minutes she stepped out once again, this time wearing some black hipsters and a blue gem top that had the word 'bitch' written across it in rhine stones.
"Oooh.." Lareesa commented while modeling herself infront of the mirror, "I *like* this one..."
Bulma nodded in approval.
"Yes, those pants do suit you, but that shirt...isn't it profane?" Bulma thought outloud while her chin rested in her hand.
"Oh come on, its not bad. You, yourself use to wear lower-cut things than this, so what's wrong with the logo?" she smirked.
The blue-haired woman became flustered at this. "I'm older than you and the adult in the house you are staying in, therefore I say what goes and what doesn't."
The teen smirked, finding yet another way she could get under the elder's skin. "Yes, that's true...you *are* older than me. So *Mrs.* Briefs, do you think it would be proper to buy this shirt?"
Bulma growled softly, a trait she had picked up from her husband. "Whatever, but you're getting the things *I* tell you." she proceeded to storm out of the room.
"That doesn't mean I have to wear them." Lareesa whispered to herself as she smiled crookedly.
**End Flashback**
"So now, maybe I should put on some of the clothes she picked out...just to fool her.." she commented while changing into a pair of khaki hip-huggers and a dark green top that upheld modesty, yet accented some of her good points. She looked at herself in the mirror before combing her fingers through her hair and heading downstairs.
Upon arriving in the living room, a crash greeted Lareesa's ears. She ran to where the source had come...the kitchen.
"GOOD FOR NOTHING PIECE OF SHIT, ASSHOLE, MOTHER-F--!!!" the blue haired woman screamed while clutching her arm in pain.
Becoming worried, the female teen stepped inside and made her way towards the house-keeper.
"Bulma, are you alright?"
"NO, I burned my DAMNED arm on the pot!!"
Just then, scuffling was heard, and in charged Trunks. His body was sweaty and his hair matted to his head, indicating that he had been training.
"Mother? what happened??" he questioned, frightened.
Without hesitation, Lareesa made her way over to Bulma and unclasped the woman's vice grip off of her burned arm. She winced, noticing the wounds were second degree burns.
"You should go soak this in cold ice water." she stated calmly, "Do it quickly, otherwise you're going to blister...badly."
Not liking being ordered around, Bulma scowled. "And what if I don't do as you say?"
"Then you're going to be hurting pretty bad in a few minutes." Lareesa stated bluntly.
Knowing that the girl wasn't kidding, the elder woman ran up the stairs and into the nearest bathroom.
Lareesa sighed and uncovered the pot to see just what Bulma had been cooking, it was pasta.
"What do you think you're doing?" Trunks asked, while quirking an eyebrow.
"Why Trunks, being the smart boy you are...I would suspect you would know." she said whilst beginning to add spices to the sauce and checking on the boiling water.
"You're trying to kill us all with your cooking?" he questioned, a small smirk on his face.
"Only you Trunks, only you." she replied witout hesitation, not forgetting about their quarrel.
Trunks' smirk faltered when he heard Lareesa's tone of voice. It seemed cold and edged, quite the opposite of how she had spoken to his mother. He began to think why she was acting like this (typical guy) and finally recalled that they had had a fight. He hadn't wanted to fight with Lareesa in the beginning, and later regretted his words. But the thing was, did she feel the same?
"If you don't mind, I don't like people in the kitchen while I'm cooking." she commented, trying her best not to literally kick Trunks out.
He was surprised by her cold tone and shrugged, "Fine, just do me a favor and don't poisin mine."
"Baka Yarou." she mumbled while continuing to cook.
Trunks left, leaving Lareesa to cook either the meal from hell, or the delicacy...he thought the first one would be more accurate.
The girl with brown hair pulled back the strands that fell past her shoulders into a loose bun, so they didn't interfere with her cooking. She then rolled up her sleeves and took out the cooking utensils from the drawer, along with some more spices.
"It's time to show them I can hold my own." she whispered to herself while continuing to make one of her renowned pasta dishes.
*~~Later~~*
An hour and a half later, Lareesa was setting six plates (and one for herself) on the large table. She then brought eleven pots of pasta out, and seven pots of sauce. She figured nine could feed the three people with Saiyan blood, and the other two could feed herself and three other humans.
Walking toward the fridge, Lareesa took out some mozarella cheese and began to shred it. She then went back to tossing a huge salad, that seemed bigger than her. Wiping the prespiration from her forhead, she sighed. It was done, the meal was complete.
Walking over to the intercom system that was conveniantly set up about the house, she pressed the button so that all active rooms could hear her message.
"Dinner's ready, everyone come down before the S---." she was cut off by a swift breeze and Vegeta and Chibi Trunks sitting at the table and digging into their meals.
"Oiy, don't eat everyone elses share." Lareesa sighed in exasperation.
Just then Bulma walked in, accompanied by Trunks who was finishing bandaging her arm. They both sat down, one across from the other.
The chef frowned when she realized that Bulma's parents weren't present.
"Bulma, where are your parents?"
The blue-haired woman looked up from her bandaged arm. "They're taking a vacation, like I've been telling them to for the past month. I think they deserve it." she smiled and began to eat her food... "Mmm.." she commented a smile on her face, "this is delicious, don't you think so Vegeta?"
Vegeta only continued to gobble up his food, using barely any manners. Bulma sighed and looked toward her younger son, who was eating with a little more dignity than his father. Her eyes then drifted across from herself and to her future son. She noticed he was not eating, but rather staring at his plate as if contemplating.
"Trunks, are you alright?" she queried, Lareesa took a seat next to Bulma...and looking down at her plate, she began to eat. Knowing that if she even glanced at Trunks something would happen. That could be a good or a bad thing.
"I'm not that hungry." he answered politely, his tone soft.
Bulma wrinkled her nose in thought and looked into her sons' eyes as if to read him. She waved the fork in her hand disapprovingly.
"That's bullshit and you know it. Now, eat." she stated and continued with her meal.
Forcing back a smile, Lareesa started to eat the meal she had prepared. Savoring the flavor of tomato sauce and egg-noodles in her mouth, she sighed contently. Her father had taught her how to make this italian dish. Placing her fork down, she took the glass in front of her and sipped its contents. The soda was Vanilla Coke, her personal favorite.
Trunks merely shrugged and picked up his eating utensils. His mother could have a mouth just like spit-fire, and she wasn't in the best of moods due to her burns. After weighing the pros and cons, he decided that he was going to appease her and began to eat; thinking that if he got sick, he could always eat a senzu bean.
Just when Trunks had placed the contents into his mouth, a loud buzzer began to ring...and he almost choked from surprise.
Lareesa nearly jumped up from her chair and ran over to the oven. She opened the door and peeked inside; a smile spread across her features. Taking two oven mits she gingerly slipped them over her hands. Using the necessary precausion she removed a large twelve by twenty four inch pan from the hot depths of the humongous oven. From the pan came the smell of freshly baked chocolate fudge brownies.
"You made dessert too?" Bulma quiered.
"Well, yeah.." Lareesa shrugged as she put the pan ontop of the stove to cool, "no meal's complete without it."
Bulma nodded and looked from her husband, to her younger song from her designated timeline. They were stuffing their faces, and actually enjoying the food. Chibi Trunks was slurping up the noodles and splattering tomato sauce all over his face, while Vegeta was spraying bits of food everywhere as he ate. She then looked to the boy from the future, Trunks. His plate was clean as a whistle, just like his face. She sighed victoriously to herself, the future her had done a great job influencing the boy...unlike her husband; she giggled softly.
Lareesa looked over at the group in all its entirety, realizing that they were done with dinner. She shrugged and brought her plate to the counter, which still contained about half of her own meal...and emptied it into the garbage.
"Honey, why did you throw out your food?" Bulma questioned, her voice holding a bit of worry.
"I'm not that hungry for some reason," her gaze moved to Trunks, "don't ask why." She began slicing the brownies into even squares. After taking one for herself, she set them on the table. "Enjoy." she said as she made her way up to her room.
Bulma chewed on her lip in thought for a few minutes and then stood up. She grabbed Trunks' arm from across the table and dragged him into the other room. Her strength amazed him.
Chibi Trunks and Vegeta continued to eat despite the yelling that was taking place in the other room.
*LaTeR*
Lareesa jumped on her bed, a brush in her hand. She was singing along with her stereo like a rock superstar.
**
Artist: Simple Plan
Album: No Pads, No Helmets...Just Balls
Title: Addicted
I heard you're doin' okay
But I want you to know
I'm addic-
I'm addicted to you
I can't pretend I don't care
When you don't think about me
Do you think I deserve this?
I try to make you happy
But you left anyway
I'm tryin' to forget
But I'm addicted to you
But I wanted
And I needed
I'm addicted to you
Now it's over
Can't forget what you said
And I never
Want to do this again
Heartbreaker
Heartbreaker
Heartbreaker!!**
She was on the first chorus when the door adjoining her and Trunks' room slid open, she didn't even notice...
**Since the day I met you
And after all we've been through
Still addic-
I'm addicted to you
I think you know that it's true
I'd run a thousand miles to get to you
Do you think I deserve this?
I tried to make you happy
I did all that I could
Just to treat you good in every way
I'm tryin' to forget
But I'm addicted to you...**
Trunks watched from the doorway. He then moved in slowly, but surely...to announce his presence.
Lareesa stopped her singing and jumping on the bed. A light blush tinted her cheeks, but she tried to hide it as she lept off her bed and onto the floor. She turned off her stereo system and looked over at Trunks.
"And what do you want?" her green eyes burned with a silent fury.
"I...err....wanted to..." he struggled to find the right words, "apologize." he finished.
Lareesa blinked, apparently not prepared for his apology. She regained herself quickly however and crossed her arms over her chest. "Are you finally fessing up?"
Trunks got a bit angry at this as the clenching of his hands made clear. He however, bit back at the remarks he wished to make and merely nodded.
"Well then," Lareesa started while flicking back a strand of dark brown hair over her shoulder. "guess I should apologize too." Her eyes didn't lift to his, for she felt extremely bad as it was, and if she had looked at him her cheeks would probably blush from embarrassment.
"Really?" he quirked an eyebrow, not expecting this from a girl who held such pride. Trunks lowered his head to hers so that his crisp blue eyes were gazing into her evergreen ones and smiled a bit. "Aww, its so sweet of you to earn up to your actions...especially with your prideful attitude.
She looked up at him and blinked back the slightest indication of tears that lined her eyes. Lareesa put on a small smile and feigned anger. "Shut up, future boy. I ain't in no mood for sappy words like yours." she proceeded to smack his shoulder lightly.
"So you say..." Trunks countered as he pushed Lareesa back onto the bed and didn't wait a single moment before he began to tickle her furiously.
Bulma craned her head when she heard laughter coming from upstairs. A large grin spread across her face as she continued to clean up what was left of dinner. "Guess they made up.." she thought aloud to herself.
Bulma didn't notice as Vegeta's eyes suddenly shot open and narrowed in her direction. He had heard the noise coming from upstairs and the comment that she had made. His muscles tensed in aggitation, but he didn't show any other indication of his mood.
....Just outside of Lareesa's room, a fly landed on the wall. Its winged suddenly became still as its eyes scanned the area. A low humming sound droned against the joy of the two teens....
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Well, it took me about...7 months but i got it out. I promise you guys, I'm going to try my damn hardest not to abandon this story. It may take a lil long to get out, but that'll be all. I'll ask you all to review cuz it motivates me, guess how long it would have taken if i got 0, LOL. Keep those comments coming and tell me if you liked this chapter or wutnot...ideas are welcomed.
much love
trunksgrl06
Apology Note: yeah, i LIED. You have to read this first. I know I haven't updated for such a long time and I'm not gonna make any excuses. But I did start this chapter a while ago, I just couldn't finish it. To be honest I haven't been motivated to write this story lately, but I'll try my best.
(...)=mini author's notes
'.....'=thoughts
"...."=speaking
*Last Time*
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.'
Faltered Destiny
Chapter 21
Preparations and Apologies
Lareesa glanced at the three large bags that now covered her bed. As promised, Bulma had taken her shopping. Walking over to them, she gingerly began to unpack her things and put them away. When she was done, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a capsule. Smirking at her genius she pressed the small button ontop and tossed it onto the floor. With a "poof" a new medium size bag now sat where the capsule once was.
"Aren't I smart?" Lareesa mumbled as she smiled crookedly.
Sorting the clothing she had picked out, Lareesa began to recall what had transpired at the mall.
**EarlieR ThaT DaY**
"You'll be needing everything" Bulma exclaimed as she began to push Lareesa into the dressing room.
Lareesa tried her best to try and talk Bulma out of her 'craziness,' though it didn't work
Emerging from the dressing room, she was now wearing an outfit that Bulma had picked out. She blushed furiously, pulling down on the black mid-drift top.
"This top is really short."
"That's how its suppose to be honey, Its the *style*."
Trying to contain her discomfort and anger, Lareesa sighed heavily and closed the curtain. After a couple of minutes she stepped out once again, this time wearing some black hipsters and a blue gem top that had the word 'bitch' written across it in rhine stones.
"Oooh.." Lareesa commented while modeling herself infront of the mirror, "I *like* this one..."
Bulma nodded in approval.
"Yes, those pants do suit you, but that shirt...isn't it profane?" Bulma thought outloud while her chin rested in her hand.
"Oh come on, its not bad. You, yourself use to wear lower-cut things than this, so what's wrong with the logo?" she smirked.
The blue-haired woman became flustered at this. "I'm older than you and the adult in the house you are staying in, therefore I say what goes and what doesn't."
The teen smirked, finding yet another way she could get under the elder's skin. "Yes, that's true...you *are* older than me. So *Mrs.* Briefs, do you think it would be proper to buy this shirt?"
Bulma growled softly, a trait she had picked up from her husband. "Whatever, but you're getting the things *I* tell you." she proceeded to storm out of the room.
"That doesn't mean I have to wear them." Lareesa whispered to herself as she smiled crookedly.
**End Flashback**
"So now, maybe I should put on some of the clothes she picked out...just to fool her.." she commented while changing into a pair of khaki hip-huggers and a dark green top that upheld modesty, yet accented some of her good points. She looked at herself in the mirror before combing her fingers through her hair and heading downstairs.
Upon arriving in the living room, a crash greeted Lareesa's ears. She ran to where the source had come...the kitchen.
"GOOD FOR NOTHING PIECE OF SHIT, ASSHOLE, MOTHER-F--!!!" the blue haired woman screamed while clutching her arm in pain.
Becoming worried, the female teen stepped inside and made her way towards the house-keeper.
"Bulma, are you alright?"
"NO, I burned my DAMNED arm on the pot!!"
Just then, scuffling was heard, and in charged Trunks. His body was sweaty and his hair matted to his head, indicating that he had been training.
"Mother? what happened??" he questioned, frightened.
Without hesitation, Lareesa made her way over to Bulma and unclasped the woman's vice grip off of her burned arm. She winced, noticing the wounds were second degree burns.
"You should go soak this in cold ice water." she stated calmly, "Do it quickly, otherwise you're going to blister...badly."
Not liking being ordered around, Bulma scowled. "And what if I don't do as you say?"
"Then you're going to be hurting pretty bad in a few minutes." Lareesa stated bluntly.
Knowing that the girl wasn't kidding, the elder woman ran up the stairs and into the nearest bathroom.
Lareesa sighed and uncovered the pot to see just what Bulma had been cooking, it was pasta.
"What do you think you're doing?" Trunks asked, while quirking an eyebrow.
"Why Trunks, being the smart boy you are...I would suspect you would know." she said whilst beginning to add spices to the sauce and checking on the boiling water.
"You're trying to kill us all with your cooking?" he questioned, a small smirk on his face.
"Only you Trunks, only you." she replied witout hesitation, not forgetting about their quarrel.
Trunks' smirk faltered when he heard Lareesa's tone of voice. It seemed cold and edged, quite the opposite of how she had spoken to his mother. He began to think why she was acting like this (typical guy) and finally recalled that they had had a fight. He hadn't wanted to fight with Lareesa in the beginning, and later regretted his words. But the thing was, did she feel the same?
"If you don't mind, I don't like people in the kitchen while I'm cooking." she commented, trying her best not to literally kick Trunks out.
He was surprised by her cold tone and shrugged, "Fine, just do me a favor and don't poisin mine."
"Baka Yarou." she mumbled while continuing to cook.
Trunks left, leaving Lareesa to cook either the meal from hell, or the delicacy...he thought the first one would be more accurate.
The girl with brown hair pulled back the strands that fell past her shoulders into a loose bun, so they didn't interfere with her cooking. She then rolled up her sleeves and took out the cooking utensils from the drawer, along with some more spices.
"It's time to show them I can hold my own." she whispered to herself while continuing to make one of her renowned pasta dishes.
*~~Later~~*
An hour and a half later, Lareesa was setting six plates (and one for herself) on the large table. She then brought eleven pots of pasta out, and seven pots of sauce. She figured nine could feed the three people with Saiyan blood, and the other two could feed herself and three other humans.
Walking toward the fridge, Lareesa took out some mozarella cheese and began to shred it. She then went back to tossing a huge salad, that seemed bigger than her. Wiping the prespiration from her forhead, she sighed. It was done, the meal was complete.
Walking over to the intercom system that was conveniantly set up about the house, she pressed the button so that all active rooms could hear her message.
"Dinner's ready, everyone come down before the S---." she was cut off by a swift breeze and Vegeta and Chibi Trunks sitting at the table and digging into their meals.
"Oiy, don't eat everyone elses share." Lareesa sighed in exasperation.
Just then Bulma walked in, accompanied by Trunks who was finishing bandaging her arm. They both sat down, one across from the other.
The chef frowned when she realized that Bulma's parents weren't present.
"Bulma, where are your parents?"
The blue-haired woman looked up from her bandaged arm. "They're taking a vacation, like I've been telling them to for the past month. I think they deserve it." she smiled and began to eat her food... "Mmm.." she commented a smile on her face, "this is delicious, don't you think so Vegeta?"
Vegeta only continued to gobble up his food, using barely any manners. Bulma sighed and looked toward her younger son, who was eating with a little more dignity than his father. Her eyes then drifted across from herself and to her future son. She noticed he was not eating, but rather staring at his plate as if contemplating.
"Trunks, are you alright?" she queried, Lareesa took a seat next to Bulma...and looking down at her plate, she began to eat. Knowing that if she even glanced at Trunks something would happen. That could be a good or a bad thing.
"I'm not that hungry." he answered politely, his tone soft.
Bulma wrinkled her nose in thought and looked into her sons' eyes as if to read him. She waved the fork in her hand disapprovingly.
"That's bullshit and you know it. Now, eat." she stated and continued with her meal.
Forcing back a smile, Lareesa started to eat the meal she had prepared. Savoring the flavor of tomato sauce and egg-noodles in her mouth, she sighed contently. Her father had taught her how to make this italian dish. Placing her fork down, she took the glass in front of her and sipped its contents. The soda was Vanilla Coke, her personal favorite.
Trunks merely shrugged and picked up his eating utensils. His mother could have a mouth just like spit-fire, and she wasn't in the best of moods due to her burns. After weighing the pros and cons, he decided that he was going to appease her and began to eat; thinking that if he got sick, he could always eat a senzu bean.
Just when Trunks had placed the contents into his mouth, a loud buzzer began to ring...and he almost choked from surprise.
Lareesa nearly jumped up from her chair and ran over to the oven. She opened the door and peeked inside; a smile spread across her features. Taking two oven mits she gingerly slipped them over her hands. Using the necessary precausion she removed a large twelve by twenty four inch pan from the hot depths of the humongous oven. From the pan came the smell of freshly baked chocolate fudge brownies.
"You made dessert too?" Bulma quiered.
"Well, yeah.." Lareesa shrugged as she put the pan ontop of the stove to cool, "no meal's complete without it."
Bulma nodded and looked from her husband, to her younger song from her designated timeline. They were stuffing their faces, and actually enjoying the food. Chibi Trunks was slurping up the noodles and splattering tomato sauce all over his face, while Vegeta was spraying bits of food everywhere as he ate. She then looked to the boy from the future, Trunks. His plate was clean as a whistle, just like his face. She sighed victoriously to herself, the future her had done a great job influencing the boy...unlike her husband; she giggled softly.
Lareesa looked over at the group in all its entirety, realizing that they were done with dinner. She shrugged and brought her plate to the counter, which still contained about half of her own meal...and emptied it into the garbage.
"Honey, why did you throw out your food?" Bulma questioned, her voice holding a bit of worry.
"I'm not that hungry for some reason," her gaze moved to Trunks, "don't ask why." She began slicing the brownies into even squares. After taking one for herself, she set them on the table. "Enjoy." she said as she made her way up to her room.
Bulma chewed on her lip in thought for a few minutes and then stood up. She grabbed Trunks' arm from across the table and dragged him into the other room. Her strength amazed him.
Chibi Trunks and Vegeta continued to eat despite the yelling that was taking place in the other room.
*LaTeR*
Lareesa jumped on her bed, a brush in her hand. She was singing along with her stereo like a rock superstar.
**
Artist: Simple Plan
Album: No Pads, No Helmets...Just Balls
Title: Addicted
I heard you're doin' okay
But I want you to know
I'm addic-
I'm addicted to you
I can't pretend I don't care
When you don't think about me
Do you think I deserve this?
I try to make you happy
But you left anyway
I'm tryin' to forget
But I'm addicted to you
But I wanted
And I needed
I'm addicted to you
Now it's over
Can't forget what you said
And I never
Want to do this again
Heartbreaker
Heartbreaker
Heartbreaker!!**
She was on the first chorus when the door adjoining her and Trunks' room slid open, she didn't even notice...
**Since the day I met you
And after all we've been through
Still addic-
I'm addicted to you
I think you know that it's true
I'd run a thousand miles to get to you
Do you think I deserve this?
I tried to make you happy
I did all that I could
Just to treat you good in every way
I'm tryin' to forget
But I'm addicted to you...**
Trunks watched from the doorway. He then moved in slowly, but surely...to announce his presence.
Lareesa stopped her singing and jumping on the bed. A light blush tinted her cheeks, but she tried to hide it as she lept off her bed and onto the floor. She turned off her stereo system and looked over at Trunks.
"And what do you want?" her green eyes burned with a silent fury.
"I...err....wanted to..." he struggled to find the right words, "apologize." he finished.
Lareesa blinked, apparently not prepared for his apology. She regained herself quickly however and crossed her arms over her chest. "Are you finally fessing up?"
Trunks got a bit angry at this as the clenching of his hands made clear. He however, bit back at the remarks he wished to make and merely nodded.
"Well then," Lareesa started while flicking back a strand of dark brown hair over her shoulder. "guess I should apologize too." Her eyes didn't lift to his, for she felt extremely bad as it was, and if she had looked at him her cheeks would probably blush from embarrassment.
"Really?" he quirked an eyebrow, not expecting this from a girl who held such pride. Trunks lowered his head to hers so that his crisp blue eyes were gazing into her evergreen ones and smiled a bit. "Aww, its so sweet of you to earn up to your actions...especially with your prideful attitude.
She looked up at him and blinked back the slightest indication of tears that lined her eyes. Lareesa put on a small smile and feigned anger. "Shut up, future boy. I ain't in no mood for sappy words like yours." she proceeded to smack his shoulder lightly.
"So you say..." Trunks countered as he pushed Lareesa back onto the bed and didn't wait a single moment before he began to tickle her furiously.
Bulma craned her head when she heard laughter coming from upstairs. A large grin spread across her face as she continued to clean up what was left of dinner. "Guess they made up.." she thought aloud to herself.
Bulma didn't notice as Vegeta's eyes suddenly shot open and narrowed in her direction. He had heard the noise coming from upstairs and the comment that she had made. His muscles tensed in aggitation, but he didn't show any other indication of his mood.
....Just outside of Lareesa's room, a fly landed on the wall. Its winged suddenly became still as its eyes scanned the area. A low humming sound droned against the joy of the two teens....
`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`-`
Well, it took me about...7 months but i got it out. I promise you guys, I'm going to try my damn hardest not to abandon this story. It may take a lil long to get out, but that'll be all. I'll ask you all to review cuz it motivates me, guess how long it would have taken if i got 0, LOL. Keep those comments coming and tell me if you liked this chapter or wutnot...ideas are welcomed.
much love
trunksgrl06