It was quite a task for Molly, placing her hands on the ground and kicking
wildly, until with a malicious grin Piccolo released her ankles. By then,
all the blood had rushed to her head, and the blonde was seeing spots. Not
to mention the inevitble -- everything was upside down. But even upside
down she registered -- in shock, mind you -- that Trunks, the subject of
every single one of her dreams, was standing before her.
As Piccolo's hand slipped from her ankle, she fell, rather hard, onto the
ground, tasting the wonderful, brown, worm ridden thing called dirt.
*Peh! Dirt! Such a petty thing compared to my Trunks-chan!* She sighed
wistfully, which wasn't a good idea, because her face was, of course, still
completely compacted into the rich earth.
"Are you alright?"
*Oh that voooooooice!* It was all Piccolo could do to not start chuckling now, listening to Molly's racing thoughts. This created a quite odd expression on his face, and Megan was looking at him rather strangely.
"TRUNKS-CHAN!!!" Before Trunks knew what hit him, Molly had bowled him down like a locomotive, and was leeching onto him in the same hyper enthusiasm she never seemed to run out of. Awkwardly, he patted her back, more distracted by wondering who the heck these two girls were, and WHY Piccolo had dragged them through the air by wrist and ankle. It just didn't sound like a very... Piccolo-ish... thing to do... And then, had this... CREATURE... clinging to him -- had she called him Trunks-CHAN?! Megan by now was snickering at the sight of it, Molly looked like the world would end if she let go of her lavender haired hero. Who, in turn, looked like he was choking on his tongue.
"Ahh... Miss, do you think you could... let go?!" He managed to gasp out. Of course, he could've easily shooken her off, he was part saiyan, after all. But somewhere in his little mind he actually LIKED being clung to. Somewhere though. Somewhere that wasn't very concious at the time. "But I don't wanna!" Molly whined, tightening her arms, causing her 'precious Trunks' to weeze. "Well... you... really... should...!" Again, he somehow managed to cough something out. "You're... cutting... off... my... air..."
"Uhm... oops then!" Then, just like that, she let go.
"IT'S A MIRACLE! I CAN BREATHE AGAIN!!" Trunks fell to his knees in a really... bad... act... of melodramatic-ness: Fists clenched, face towards the sky... you know the drill. Molly swooned, Megan sweatdropped, and Piccolo rolled his eyes. Trunks, when he realized that this wasn't his BEST acting ever, stood up frantically and brushed himself off.
"Uhm... eh... yeah! Piccolo, who're they?" He was basically ignoring the girls, not on purpose, of COURSE. He was too much of a gentleman for THAT! The big green bean grunted. "Megan, and Blondie."
"...and?"
"Megan's my student. Blondie just tags along to be annoying."
Trunks fell over, and 'Blondie' decided it was time to give Piccolo a large goose egg on his head, which she accomplished quite easily, being as he just stood, arms crossed, glaring, as she pummeled the top of his head, where green antenna grew. And everyone's favorite Megan was blushing and staring at the sky, in typical Megan fashion. "You need a gi." Piccolo muttered through gritted teeth, touching his forehead and instantly changing her clothing to his own. Megan stopped dead, stared at her clothing, and slowly, slowly, her face became bright red. "I uhm... have to go to the bathroom!" And she was off!
Molly stopped her physical abuse of Piccolo long enough to watch her go, continued for a little longer, then got bored of that and flaunted over to Trunks, who eyed her warily.
"My real name isn't Blondie, you know."
"I kind of figured that..."
"It's Molly." "...nice name, I guess."
"YOU GUESS?!" Uh oh... monster Molly!
"I mean I mean! Yeah, it's a lovely name!" A major sweatdrop rolled down the hero's head, and he rubbed his nose nervousely. "Thank you..." The blonde clasped her hands behind her back and dragged her foot cutely, smiling innocently. "Trunks is a good name, too!"
"Yeah, Boxers." Piccolo grunted, hardly audible. Megan luckily didn't catch this as she sauntered in from capsule corp., scowling darkly.
*Why did Piccolo make these pants so hard to... oooh, it's because he doesn't have to worry about that...!*
Piccolo picked up that thought and coughed slightly, ducking his head to hide the pink tint his ears had taken on. "Truuunks..." Sang Molly's voice, catching both Piccolo and Megan's attention, as the red head went to stand by her green trainer. "...what?" Trunks' eyebrows raised and wiggled slightly... he didn't like the look this girl had on her face... "You know.... Piccolo is training Meggy... and I was thinking..."
Megan groaned. "Oh no, she's been thinking! The world is doomed!" A nasty glance was shot at the auburn haired beauty, but Molly didn't stop to retaliate. "...that maybe YOU could train ME, because I'm OBVIOUSELY left instructor-less..."
And so Trunks stared at her, his mouth slightly gaping.
Now for something completely different:
From tumbler: "Hi, I'm Vegeta's pink toothbrush!" ~Giggle~ "I make his teeth nice and clean every morning, and you know, Bulma cooks some really bad things! Anyways, I'm a pink toothbrush, but I've had a sex change, so I'm male..." ~View changes to above the tumbler, so the toothbrush can be seen better~ "I have to tell you a little secret... Vegeta's favorite color is pink!" ~Camera swivels around the room, which is invaded with an overwhelming wave of pink~ "This is his bathroom adjoining the gravitation chamber... which is why he trains so excessively, just so he can use the bathroom!"
That was your stupid fact of the day. And now back to DBM&M.
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"Me...? Train YOU?" He blinked at her for a moment, completely motionless. "Yeah, that's what I said!! Wait..." She looked at him suspiciousely. "Why did you say that in such a hesitant manner? What's wrong with ME?!"
"Eh heh... nothing...!" He was momentarily distracted by a shooting ki, coming from none other then the ticked off chick in front of him, who was now bearing a dangerous looking mallet.
"Ah! Where did you get THAT?"
"What? This?" She waved the mallet around with an evil grin. "My head, of course!" *Okay... so she's sort of creepy... stay cool, Trunks...* "Uhm... THAT'S nice... Why do you want to be trained by ME, of all people?" He smirked at her wickedly. "...BECAUSE, you're.... HERE! If YOU don't want to train me, I'll go to someone ELSE!" She stuck her tongue out at him. "Don't stick your tongue out unless you intend to use it!"
"PERVERT!" She raised her mallet of doom and gave Trunks a smart smack with it on his head, and he sighed and crossed his arms.
"Fine, I'll train you."
"You WILL?!" Ear-deafening squeals could be heard all the way in America.
((AN -- ...this is kind of written oddly... for some reason, it's just the way I'm WRITING it... ^_^;; ~Giggles nervousely~ I'm making NO sense... SING THE DOOM SONG! ~Scampers off~))
"Are you alright?"
*Oh that voooooooice!* It was all Piccolo could do to not start chuckling now, listening to Molly's racing thoughts. This created a quite odd expression on his face, and Megan was looking at him rather strangely.
"TRUNKS-CHAN!!!" Before Trunks knew what hit him, Molly had bowled him down like a locomotive, and was leeching onto him in the same hyper enthusiasm she never seemed to run out of. Awkwardly, he patted her back, more distracted by wondering who the heck these two girls were, and WHY Piccolo had dragged them through the air by wrist and ankle. It just didn't sound like a very... Piccolo-ish... thing to do... And then, had this... CREATURE... clinging to him -- had she called him Trunks-CHAN?! Megan by now was snickering at the sight of it, Molly looked like the world would end if she let go of her lavender haired hero. Who, in turn, looked like he was choking on his tongue.
"Ahh... Miss, do you think you could... let go?!" He managed to gasp out. Of course, he could've easily shooken her off, he was part saiyan, after all. But somewhere in his little mind he actually LIKED being clung to. Somewhere though. Somewhere that wasn't very concious at the time. "But I don't wanna!" Molly whined, tightening her arms, causing her 'precious Trunks' to weeze. "Well... you... really... should...!" Again, he somehow managed to cough something out. "You're... cutting... off... my... air..."
"Uhm... oops then!" Then, just like that, she let go.
"IT'S A MIRACLE! I CAN BREATHE AGAIN!!" Trunks fell to his knees in a really... bad... act... of melodramatic-ness: Fists clenched, face towards the sky... you know the drill. Molly swooned, Megan sweatdropped, and Piccolo rolled his eyes. Trunks, when he realized that this wasn't his BEST acting ever, stood up frantically and brushed himself off.
"Uhm... eh... yeah! Piccolo, who're they?" He was basically ignoring the girls, not on purpose, of COURSE. He was too much of a gentleman for THAT! The big green bean grunted. "Megan, and Blondie."
"...and?"
"Megan's my student. Blondie just tags along to be annoying."
Trunks fell over, and 'Blondie' decided it was time to give Piccolo a large goose egg on his head, which she accomplished quite easily, being as he just stood, arms crossed, glaring, as she pummeled the top of his head, where green antenna grew. And everyone's favorite Megan was blushing and staring at the sky, in typical Megan fashion. "You need a gi." Piccolo muttered through gritted teeth, touching his forehead and instantly changing her clothing to his own. Megan stopped dead, stared at her clothing, and slowly, slowly, her face became bright red. "I uhm... have to go to the bathroom!" And she was off!
Molly stopped her physical abuse of Piccolo long enough to watch her go, continued for a little longer, then got bored of that and flaunted over to Trunks, who eyed her warily.
"My real name isn't Blondie, you know."
"I kind of figured that..."
"It's Molly." "...nice name, I guess."
"YOU GUESS?!" Uh oh... monster Molly!
"I mean I mean! Yeah, it's a lovely name!" A major sweatdrop rolled down the hero's head, and he rubbed his nose nervousely. "Thank you..." The blonde clasped her hands behind her back and dragged her foot cutely, smiling innocently. "Trunks is a good name, too!"
"Yeah, Boxers." Piccolo grunted, hardly audible. Megan luckily didn't catch this as she sauntered in from capsule corp., scowling darkly.
*Why did Piccolo make these pants so hard to... oooh, it's because he doesn't have to worry about that...!*
Piccolo picked up that thought and coughed slightly, ducking his head to hide the pink tint his ears had taken on. "Truuunks..." Sang Molly's voice, catching both Piccolo and Megan's attention, as the red head went to stand by her green trainer. "...what?" Trunks' eyebrows raised and wiggled slightly... he didn't like the look this girl had on her face... "You know.... Piccolo is training Meggy... and I was thinking..."
Megan groaned. "Oh no, she's been thinking! The world is doomed!" A nasty glance was shot at the auburn haired beauty, but Molly didn't stop to retaliate. "...that maybe YOU could train ME, because I'm OBVIOUSELY left instructor-less..."
And so Trunks stared at her, his mouth slightly gaping.
Now for something completely different:
From tumbler: "Hi, I'm Vegeta's pink toothbrush!" ~Giggle~ "I make his teeth nice and clean every morning, and you know, Bulma cooks some really bad things! Anyways, I'm a pink toothbrush, but I've had a sex change, so I'm male..." ~View changes to above the tumbler, so the toothbrush can be seen better~ "I have to tell you a little secret... Vegeta's favorite color is pink!" ~Camera swivels around the room, which is invaded with an overwhelming wave of pink~ "This is his bathroom adjoining the gravitation chamber... which is why he trains so excessively, just so he can use the bathroom!"
That was your stupid fact of the day. And now back to DBM&M.
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"Me...? Train YOU?" He blinked at her for a moment, completely motionless. "Yeah, that's what I said!! Wait..." She looked at him suspiciousely. "Why did you say that in such a hesitant manner? What's wrong with ME?!"
"Eh heh... nothing...!" He was momentarily distracted by a shooting ki, coming from none other then the ticked off chick in front of him, who was now bearing a dangerous looking mallet.
"Ah! Where did you get THAT?"
"What? This?" She waved the mallet around with an evil grin. "My head, of course!" *Okay... so she's sort of creepy... stay cool, Trunks...* "Uhm... THAT'S nice... Why do you want to be trained by ME, of all people?" He smirked at her wickedly. "...BECAUSE, you're.... HERE! If YOU don't want to train me, I'll go to someone ELSE!" She stuck her tongue out at him. "Don't stick your tongue out unless you intend to use it!"
"PERVERT!" She raised her mallet of doom and gave Trunks a smart smack with it on his head, and he sighed and crossed his arms.
"Fine, I'll train you."
"You WILL?!" Ear-deafening squeals could be heard all the way in America.
((AN -- ...this is kind of written oddly... for some reason, it's just the way I'm WRITING it... ^_^;; ~Giggles nervousely~ I'm making NO sense... SING THE DOOM SONG! ~Scampers off~))