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~__~ Trunks' thoughts
'__' Katrina's (my) thoughts.
Shopping. It was something I'd never really had time to do before, just a few minutes here and there. Before Trunks and I had separated to different stores, he'd told me to get at least 1 formal dress, just in case Bulma decided to have a few parties in this year. [How is that not possible?] So here I was, examining myself in a mirror, pleased, almost proud at how slender I was. From lack of time to eat, I supposed. Or maybe from working out after sports everyday. In any case, I had stationed myself before the mirror in a long black dress with silver off-the-shoulder sleeves. I was turning again when someone came up behind me.
"Wow. That dress looks great on you!" She exclaimed to me. I wondered who could be here now when I turned around. Videl Satan. Had I forgotten about all the other characters? Erasa [did I spell that right?] was next to her.
"Uh, thanks, I guess." I said timidly. The gown was only $50, much less expensive than most of the gaudier dresses.
"What's the occasion?" Erasa asked excitedly.
"I'm not quite sure...yet." I replied.
"You should get it! I mean, Bulma Briefs is having this huge bash next week, that's what we're shopping for. Just about everyone in the city is invited, she has the BEST parties!" Videl squealed eagerly.
"Well, if it looks as good as you say, I don't have much of a choice!" I exclaimed, not quite enthusiastically enough.
"Well, see you later, uh..."
"Katrina." I finished as the pair walked over to look at formal wear. Why does Bulma have to be so social? I thought to myself. Oh well, I'll suffer through it. Then I went to try on even more clothes. Jeans, shirts, shorts, skirts, anything I liked but hadn't fit my previous lifestyle. I decided to buy a second formal dress, because I'd only spent $700 and I couldn't find anything else. This one was light amethyst and had delicate silver embroidery of flowers on the overlay. $80. It fitted my tastes perfectly. Trunks and I had divided at noon, now it was four, when we'd planned to meet in front of the building and get home to eat.
"How'd you do?" he asked me as we walked to the car.
"Well, I guess. And you?"
"Well." He replied as he opened the car door for me again.
"Why do you do that?" I asked, refusing to get in.
"What?"
"Why do you keep opening the door for me?"
"Um, I don't know really."
"Close that door, NOW!"
"Why?"
"Because you opened it. I can do that by myself!"
"I hadn't noticed." He said sarcastically. I really hadn't expected this- right after he said that he closed the door, picked me up and dropped me into the seat. I shrieked in surprise.
"Why'd you do that?"
"You wanted me to close the door, so I did!" He said, laughing at the bewildered look on my face. I didn't say anything else on the way home, just looked straight ahead, although I was tempted to stare at Trunks, who looked WAY hotter next to me than he did on TV. We got home and he opened the door for me.
"Is it just me, or have we gone through this before?" I asked, irritated.
"It's just you." He said impishly. I thought about refusing to leave the car, but remembering the previous events, decided against it. I got out of the car, sent Trunks a death glare, and gathered the bags of clothes I'd bought.
"You're back! Guess what? I forgot to tell you, you're going to be at a HUGE party I'm having next week! Hope you bought some formal clothes! Otherwise, you can march right back out that door!" Bulma squealed as we got in the door. Trunks and I looked at each other, walked calmly around Bulma, and bolted upstairs to our rooms. I dropped my bags and began to think to myself.
'A party. I'd have to deal with EVERYONE in the DBZ world. Formally. How could I pull it off?' I began putting my clothes away in my closet and dresser. 'Wait, did I say "my closet"? It isn't mine, it's imaginary. And why did I keep calling it home? I'll only be here for a year. Is that a pleasant thought? I really can't tell right now.' I held the black and silver dress against me and looked into the mirror again. 'This is all real. It is happening to me. I do look awesome in this dress.' I thought, hanging it up near the front of the closet. Then I began putting shoes onto a shelf in the back of the closet. I examined a pair of silver spike heels I'd bought to match the black dress. Delicate, feminine. Something I'd always wanted to be, but never had time to be. I heard a knock on the door. I walked over and opened it. A servant was there.
"It's time for dinner madam." He said curtly.
"Thank you." I said distractedly, still lost in my thoughts. I walked down the stairs after him to hear shouting from the dinning room. Apparently Goten would be spending the night, for he and Chibi Trunks were arguing about who sat where.
"Goten, I sit here, and you sit there!" Chibi Trunks said in a frenzy.
"NO! You sit there, and I'll sit here!" Goten shouted back at him.
"BOYS! JUST SIT!" Bulma shouted, "Or you won't get ANY food!" Chibi Trunks and Goten scrambled to sit, crashed into each other, grabbed the closest chair, and sat perfectly still with smiles plastered on their faces.
"Ugh. Good evening Katrina, Trunks!" Bulma said cheerfully. In my amusement over Goten and Chibi Trunks, I hadn't noticed Mirai Trunks standing next to me. Then Vegeta walked into the room. This surprised me, Vegeta had never seemed like a family man to me. But then, Trunks never liked shopping. He glared at me, evaluated me. Why, I don't know. He narrowed his eyes and sat adjacent to Bulma. I sat as far away from Chibi Trunks and Goten as I could, knowing their eating habits. Mirai Trunks sat two seats away from me. Chibi Trunks and Goten stuffed their faces, while Mirai Trunks and Vegeta maintained their dignity and ate more humanely. I guess not having time to eat had permanent affects; the only thing I could force myself to eat was a roll. Trunks shot me a concerned look as I excused myself from the table. I went up to my room 'am I using possessives again?' and picked up one of the books I'd bought. Ironically, the title was "A Tale of Two Cities." I laughed to myself about that play on life. Another knock interrupted the silence of my bedroom. This time Mirai Trunks stood at my door.
"Do you have a problem?" He asked.
"Yeah, lots of them."
"No, what I mean is...are you...I mean, is that all you usually eat?" He inquired, obviously uncomfortable with the subject.
"Um, I guess. I never really thought about it. I don't usually eat at all."
"Have you considered getting help...?"
"What?! I'm not anorexic, how could you think that?" I cried, completely infuriated with him. I couldn't believe that I hadn't picked up on it earlier.
"I didn't say... I just...I mean, it isn't healthy, that's all." He said quietly. 'OK, I messed up'. He was just trying to look out for me, being his sweet self. How could I have thought he would jump to such harsh accusations?
"Hey, sorry I yelled. I'm just a little high-strung." I said apologetically.
"I don't want you to hurt yourself."
"You're one to talk. All those fights you've been in? And you're telling me not to kill myself from starvation!"
"Um, speaking of fighting, do you?"
"Not really, no. Why?"
"I can't believe that. I can't believe you. I sense your ki; my father sensed your ki. So how do you think you can get off lying?" He demanded angrily.
"I can't explain that." I said nervously. 'What's going on?' Trunks threw his fist at me and I automatically blocked it. 'How did I do that?'
"Yeah, I bet you can't." He said furiously, "Who are you?"
"You know who I am, I told you who I am. I really have no clue what's going on. Why can't you believe me?" I asked, removing my hand from its position with Trunks'. He was obviously surprised at that motion, because his own fist dropped.
"I can't, I can't believe you..." he muttered, his eyes on the ground. I put my hand under his chin and raised his face so that he was looking into my eyes.
"Believe me." I said simply, removing my hand. He turned and walked out, his face to the ground again. I looked after him and just before he turned the corner I saw him touch the place where my hand had been. I couldn't imagine what thoughts were running through his mind. I walked over to my bed and laid down. As I closed my eyes, the words, "What is she?" appeared in front of me.
'What was that all about?' I asked myself as I reopened my eyes. I closed them again, a moment later, only to see more words emerge. ~Does she really not know? Is that possible? She has soft eyes; she doesn't look like she's set on murder, like Cell, like 17 and 18 did. Or is she trying to deceive me? Why can't I believe her? God, not even one hour ago I thought I could be in love with her, now I don't know if I should be fighting her. What should I do? What can I do? ~ 'What the hell is going on? There's no way I'm reading his thoughts. That's just about as plausible as me turning into a cartoon to solve my problems. Oh wait, can't use that example. Is it possible?' I've decided that anything is possible at this point. 'Did he say love? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?' ~What can I do, what the hell is going on? ~ 'Hmm, great minds think alike...
Well, that's five pages, so PLEASE REVIEW!!!! ^.^ I want to continue!
This Chapter needs a key-
~__~ Trunks' thoughts
'__' Katrina's (my) thoughts.
Shopping. It was something I'd never really had time to do before, just a few minutes here and there. Before Trunks and I had separated to different stores, he'd told me to get at least 1 formal dress, just in case Bulma decided to have a few parties in this year. [How is that not possible?] So here I was, examining myself in a mirror, pleased, almost proud at how slender I was. From lack of time to eat, I supposed. Or maybe from working out after sports everyday. In any case, I had stationed myself before the mirror in a long black dress with silver off-the-shoulder sleeves. I was turning again when someone came up behind me.
"Wow. That dress looks great on you!" She exclaimed to me. I wondered who could be here now when I turned around. Videl Satan. Had I forgotten about all the other characters? Erasa [did I spell that right?] was next to her.
"Uh, thanks, I guess." I said timidly. The gown was only $50, much less expensive than most of the gaudier dresses.
"What's the occasion?" Erasa asked excitedly.
"I'm not quite sure...yet." I replied.
"You should get it! I mean, Bulma Briefs is having this huge bash next week, that's what we're shopping for. Just about everyone in the city is invited, she has the BEST parties!" Videl squealed eagerly.
"Well, if it looks as good as you say, I don't have much of a choice!" I exclaimed, not quite enthusiastically enough.
"Well, see you later, uh..."
"Katrina." I finished as the pair walked over to look at formal wear. Why does Bulma have to be so social? I thought to myself. Oh well, I'll suffer through it. Then I went to try on even more clothes. Jeans, shirts, shorts, skirts, anything I liked but hadn't fit my previous lifestyle. I decided to buy a second formal dress, because I'd only spent $700 and I couldn't find anything else. This one was light amethyst and had delicate silver embroidery of flowers on the overlay. $80. It fitted my tastes perfectly. Trunks and I had divided at noon, now it was four, when we'd planned to meet in front of the building and get home to eat.
"How'd you do?" he asked me as we walked to the car.
"Well, I guess. And you?"
"Well." He replied as he opened the car door for me again.
"Why do you do that?" I asked, refusing to get in.
"What?"
"Why do you keep opening the door for me?"
"Um, I don't know really."
"Close that door, NOW!"
"Why?"
"Because you opened it. I can do that by myself!"
"I hadn't noticed." He said sarcastically. I really hadn't expected this- right after he said that he closed the door, picked me up and dropped me into the seat. I shrieked in surprise.
"Why'd you do that?"
"You wanted me to close the door, so I did!" He said, laughing at the bewildered look on my face. I didn't say anything else on the way home, just looked straight ahead, although I was tempted to stare at Trunks, who looked WAY hotter next to me than he did on TV. We got home and he opened the door for me.
"Is it just me, or have we gone through this before?" I asked, irritated.
"It's just you." He said impishly. I thought about refusing to leave the car, but remembering the previous events, decided against it. I got out of the car, sent Trunks a death glare, and gathered the bags of clothes I'd bought.
"You're back! Guess what? I forgot to tell you, you're going to be at a HUGE party I'm having next week! Hope you bought some formal clothes! Otherwise, you can march right back out that door!" Bulma squealed as we got in the door. Trunks and I looked at each other, walked calmly around Bulma, and bolted upstairs to our rooms. I dropped my bags and began to think to myself.
'A party. I'd have to deal with EVERYONE in the DBZ world. Formally. How could I pull it off?' I began putting my clothes away in my closet and dresser. 'Wait, did I say "my closet"? It isn't mine, it's imaginary. And why did I keep calling it home? I'll only be here for a year. Is that a pleasant thought? I really can't tell right now.' I held the black and silver dress against me and looked into the mirror again. 'This is all real. It is happening to me. I do look awesome in this dress.' I thought, hanging it up near the front of the closet. Then I began putting shoes onto a shelf in the back of the closet. I examined a pair of silver spike heels I'd bought to match the black dress. Delicate, feminine. Something I'd always wanted to be, but never had time to be. I heard a knock on the door. I walked over and opened it. A servant was there.
"It's time for dinner madam." He said curtly.
"Thank you." I said distractedly, still lost in my thoughts. I walked down the stairs after him to hear shouting from the dinning room. Apparently Goten would be spending the night, for he and Chibi Trunks were arguing about who sat where.
"Goten, I sit here, and you sit there!" Chibi Trunks said in a frenzy.
"NO! You sit there, and I'll sit here!" Goten shouted back at him.
"BOYS! JUST SIT!" Bulma shouted, "Or you won't get ANY food!" Chibi Trunks and Goten scrambled to sit, crashed into each other, grabbed the closest chair, and sat perfectly still with smiles plastered on their faces.
"Ugh. Good evening Katrina, Trunks!" Bulma said cheerfully. In my amusement over Goten and Chibi Trunks, I hadn't noticed Mirai Trunks standing next to me. Then Vegeta walked into the room. This surprised me, Vegeta had never seemed like a family man to me. But then, Trunks never liked shopping. He glared at me, evaluated me. Why, I don't know. He narrowed his eyes and sat adjacent to Bulma. I sat as far away from Chibi Trunks and Goten as I could, knowing their eating habits. Mirai Trunks sat two seats away from me. Chibi Trunks and Goten stuffed their faces, while Mirai Trunks and Vegeta maintained their dignity and ate more humanely. I guess not having time to eat had permanent affects; the only thing I could force myself to eat was a roll. Trunks shot me a concerned look as I excused myself from the table. I went up to my room 'am I using possessives again?' and picked up one of the books I'd bought. Ironically, the title was "A Tale of Two Cities." I laughed to myself about that play on life. Another knock interrupted the silence of my bedroom. This time Mirai Trunks stood at my door.
"Do you have a problem?" He asked.
"Yeah, lots of them."
"No, what I mean is...are you...I mean, is that all you usually eat?" He inquired, obviously uncomfortable with the subject.
"Um, I guess. I never really thought about it. I don't usually eat at all."
"Have you considered getting help...?"
"What?! I'm not anorexic, how could you think that?" I cried, completely infuriated with him. I couldn't believe that I hadn't picked up on it earlier.
"I didn't say... I just...I mean, it isn't healthy, that's all." He said quietly. 'OK, I messed up'. He was just trying to look out for me, being his sweet self. How could I have thought he would jump to such harsh accusations?
"Hey, sorry I yelled. I'm just a little high-strung." I said apologetically.
"I don't want you to hurt yourself."
"You're one to talk. All those fights you've been in? And you're telling me not to kill myself from starvation!"
"Um, speaking of fighting, do you?"
"Not really, no. Why?"
"I can't believe that. I can't believe you. I sense your ki; my father sensed your ki. So how do you think you can get off lying?" He demanded angrily.
"I can't explain that." I said nervously. 'What's going on?' Trunks threw his fist at me and I automatically blocked it. 'How did I do that?'
"Yeah, I bet you can't." He said furiously, "Who are you?"
"You know who I am, I told you who I am. I really have no clue what's going on. Why can't you believe me?" I asked, removing my hand from its position with Trunks'. He was obviously surprised at that motion, because his own fist dropped.
"I can't, I can't believe you..." he muttered, his eyes on the ground. I put my hand under his chin and raised his face so that he was looking into my eyes.
"Believe me." I said simply, removing my hand. He turned and walked out, his face to the ground again. I looked after him and just before he turned the corner I saw him touch the place where my hand had been. I couldn't imagine what thoughts were running through his mind. I walked over to my bed and laid down. As I closed my eyes, the words, "What is she?" appeared in front of me.
'What was that all about?' I asked myself as I reopened my eyes. I closed them again, a moment later, only to see more words emerge. ~Does she really not know? Is that possible? She has soft eyes; she doesn't look like she's set on murder, like Cell, like 17 and 18 did. Or is she trying to deceive me? Why can't I believe her? God, not even one hour ago I thought I could be in love with her, now I don't know if I should be fighting her. What should I do? What can I do? ~ 'What the hell is going on? There's no way I'm reading his thoughts. That's just about as plausible as me turning into a cartoon to solve my problems. Oh wait, can't use that example. Is it possible?' I've decided that anything is possible at this point. 'Did he say love? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?' ~What can I do, what the hell is going on? ~ 'Hmm, great minds think alike...
Well, that's five pages, so PLEASE REVIEW!!!! ^.^ I want to continue!
