A/N: Yo, 'tis me again!! Well, it's my turn to write a chapter... so here we go. ~Deep breath~ I hope you guys like it!! ^_^ Oh, and puuleease review! PLEEAASE! Really, you ::: MUST ::: love us! You love us... right? ~Puppy dog eyes~ Please, if you don't like the way I wrote something in this chapter... tell me about it!! I 'aim to improve' to quote Leia. ONWARD HO!! (By the way, yes... I do realize my chapters are short. ^_^**)
~Kittioto
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Dragon Ball M&M
Chapter 4: The Amazing Race(!)
Finish Date: 8-28-02
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"Fine, I'll train you."
This statement was soon followed by a loud and defined shriek of joy that only ONE gal known of could possibly accomplish on such a satisfactory level.
"Trunks is gunna train ME, TRUNKS is gunna train me!!"
Megan snickered from the side-lines, accompanied remarkably well by the
infamous smirk of Piccolo. Then... whoa and behold, the serious-to-a-fault Namekian laughed out loud.
Meg looked at him a bit strangely in shock for a moment before the generally quiet yet sarcastic alien registered the fact that he'd done that OUT LOUD, and suddenly took on a more serious look. Not lasting long of course though, when he noticed Molly hopping around like a Kangaroo, avidly trying to convince Trunks to "dance" with her.
Trunks just sort of stumbled along with the energetic blonde, being dragged by wrist across the front lawn, blush beginning to show up on his face... which meant he may as well be painted orange, because the color was a HUGE contrast in comparison to his soft lavender hair and normally pale facial tones.
Blinking, Molly stopped a moment and truly looked serious.
"Trunks, are you okay?"
Trunks, in turn, just stood there and stared at her.
"Um... Trunks? HELLOOO?" Molly waved a hand in front of his face, in
wonderment of whether he'd just had a stroke or not.
"... Trunks, is something wrong?"
This is about when Piccolo started to laugh again, short and abrupt
painfully-trying-to-resist gasps of air escaping his thin-lined emerald
lips, reading the forbidden thoughts of Trunks. Of course, he wasn't going to tell MOLLY that...
Meg was now officially worried for Piccolo's mental health, NEVER seeing him laugh like that so freely since the Freeza saga. "Um... kay..."
Trunks blinked once, and shook his head in the slightest. *Funny... I hadn't really noticed it before... but she's so... BEAUTIFUL.*
"Trunksie-Wunksie, Trunks-chan...? Earth to Trunks..? YOU'RE GOING TO TRAIN ME, AREN'T YOU!?"
"AH, YEAH YEAH!!!" The ever-so-loved demi-Saiyan freakishly snapped out of his stupor, and nodded his head vigorously. "I'll train you, sure!!"
However, Piccolo was still quite busy laughing in abrupt periods of time, trying with all his might to look cross and failing miserably. It was all rather... odd.
Molly GLARED at Piccolo like only Molly can, and folded her arms.
"Piccolo, WHAT exactly is so funny...!?"
While Molly looked away to the green warrior and his student, Megan noticed Trunks behind Molly, just STARING at her. Particularly her long blonde waste-length hair.
Her eyes growing wider than you'd think would be allowable, Megan covered her mouth and snickered quietly to herself, like there were some deep dark secret only she and Piccolo knew.
"... Meggy, you too!? WHAT!??"
"Nothing!!" Megan managed to snicker out, shaking her head like a defective bobble-head car ornament, grin showing through her slightly spread fingers clamped over her mouth. "Nothing, nothing at all..."
She looked up at her new mentor and grinned, beginning to understand what was going on right then.
*I bet he's reading Trunks' mind - that dog! And yet... he's so wise, and wonderful... and... oh, please tell me he's not reading MY mind right now...*
Piccolo abruptly stopped laughing and looked away, ears slightly tinted a different color.
Megan replied by blushing in a typical Megan-ish way. *Okay, that was dumb of me.*
Raising an eyebrow and turning back to face Trunks (Whom quickly stopped staring at her so avidly), Molly shifted her crossed arms to rest her hands on her hips, growing impatient. "I don't know what they're laughing at and I probably never will sooOOooo... I was wondering, sense you're my TEACHER now... ..."
Trunks stared at her, waiting for her to go on. "... Yes..?"
"Well, I was wondering..."
Trunks raised an eyebrow.
"Um... WILL YOU TEACH ME HOW TO FLY NOW!!??" The blonde bubbled over like a volcano and oddly enough her big brown eyes set into affect once more, large pools of pleading and reflective color, accented perfectly by her long slender black eyelashes. "PUUULEEEAAASE?"
Trunks stood there a moment longer before his eyes squinted caused by a
wondrous sparkling toothy smile.
"SURE!" - SEDUCED BY THE EYES! Oh, the horrors of beautiful eyes!
"AAAHHH!! MEGGY, TRUNKS IS GUNNA TEACH ME TO FLY!!" Bubbling over once
again, Molly grabbed Trunks' wrists playfully and began to "dance".
"DO THE KANGAROO, EVERYONE!"
Piccolo calmly watched the two again in only slight amusement this time, a faint grin painted on emerald skin. Megan began to giggle a little mindlessly, actually forgetting her former embarrassment for a moment.
Piccolo's grin tweaked just a bit in further amusement. "Hey Kid... I think your friend Blondie over there may need some help, if you catch my drift."
Megan giggled again, sounding typically air-headed, and looked up at him, still not used to being able to look up at the green warrior - still fighting the incredible urge to drool or swoon or something ridiculous like that, but spoke up anyway.
"Don't worry - she's not the only one. You'll have your hands full, trust me!" Soon Piccolo and Trunks would find that the terms 'crazy' and 'weird' were often considered compliments in the two young girls' vocabulary.
Piccolo rolled his dark charcoal eyes, but the grin still kept firm. These two teens - fairly powerful ones at that - proved to be MOST entertaining.
Poor Trunks though, he just sort of laughed and tried not to stare at
Molly's frame while she guided him along CC's perfectly kept up grassy lawn, humming wild made-up tunes. He would have scratched the back of his neck, tossed his head back, and laughed carelessly if he could, but she was using BOTH of his hands.
"I'm gunna fly-yyeee, I'm gunna FLLYYY!" Sing-song voice and all, which only made the moment better - Molly always did have a musical gift. After a moment, she then looked thoughtful, and stopped dead in her tracks.
"Actually... can we go to that clearing Meggy and Green Bean were in
earlier? Bulma's spying."
She then looked up to one of CC's windows, and waved at Bulma, whom had been watching for quite some time now.
Trunks looked up to follow Molly's gaze, and glared at his mother. "Oh fer goodness... eck, not again!"
He then proceeded to throw his hands up in the air and sigh in exasperation.
"She just can't bud out!"
Piccolo lost it again, and was now leaning up against a tree in a
meaningless effort to conceal his laughter. His humor suddenly showing for reasons currently UNKNOWN.
Bulma flashed that confident and familiar 'I'm a mother and I can boss even the crudest of Saiyans around' smile at the two, and poked her head out the window.
"Hi! I'll just leave, shall I lover boy?" Before her boy could say a word in reply, she ducked back in the house and shut the window, laughing her head
off.
Trunks then promptly slapped his forehead.
"She's ALWAYS doing stuff like that..."
Molly was looking rather careless to the situation right then, however, and missed out on all of Trunks' embarrassment, FAR too exited about learning how to fly by TRUNKS - of all people!
"SO, Piccolo and Megan, should we go back to that clearing...?"
Piccolo stopped laughing quickly, and grinned somewhat evilly before he
scooped Megan off of her feet, startling her beyond comprehension, and took
off. "If you want to learn to fly sometime this year, you better get going!"
Molly blinked in turn, and looked around. "Wait a second... WHERE'S MY
RIDE!?"
Trunks also blinked in rhythm to the whole situation, and shrugged at Molly almost shyly. "I guess I could take you..."
"Oh..." A blush crept even across the tall brown-eyed teen's cheeks, and she smiled just a bit.
Trunks nodded at her, and sort of tipped his head a little.
"I guess... if you just put your arm around my neck, maybe I could..."
"Oh... right, sure! Um..." Molly quickly slung her somewhat strong arms
around the anime idol's muscular neck, and blushed again.
"If I didn't know better... I'd think Piccolo set this up."
Trunks smirked and looked a bit thoughtful, scooping up Molly's legs in his arms to cradle her, almost like a baby. "I don't know about that... it doesn't seem very... Piccolo.. ish..." He lifted off the ground quite professionally, and Molly noticed the fading form of Piccolo and Megan ahead.
"QUICK! Let's follow them!! I love to go FAST!"
Trunks grinned in total agreement, and sped up, not taking long to nearly run into Piccolo.
"PASS 'EM, TRUNKS!!"
Piccolo caught wind of these words and simply couldn't help himself. *If it's a race they want, it's a race they'll GET!*
"Hang on, kid, we're gunna shift gears..."
"What?" Meg blinked up at the character she'd been obsessed with for more than seven years. "What gears??"
"We're going to get there before them!"
Realization swept over her and she couldn't help but grin. "Then what are you waiting for..!? Speed up!"
Piccolo uh... did.
"HOLY CRUD!!" Was all Megan could manage to sputter out, as of being whisked through the air at hyper-speed, holding on for dear life around Piccolo's stiff neck and broad shoulders.
"HURRY, HURRY, HURRY! Truuuunks, speed up, they're going to get there before us!!"
Competitiveness. A terrible thing. Oh well, MWAHAHAHAA! (Pardon that...)
"LET'S DO IT!!! Fuulll throttle!!" Trunks hollered back at his passenger, shouting over the sound of the wind whipping by. Piccolo had caught a little gain by catching Trunks off-guard when speeding up, but they were rapidly approaching again.
And so the race was on!!
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Buttons are fun... click one, and find out... ~Points at purple-ish blue rectangular button at the bottom left hand corner, wiggling eyebrows~ Tryyy it... you'll liiike it... all the other kids are doin' it... ~Nudge nudge~ ~Wink wink~
~Kittioto
~*~
Dragon Ball M&M
Chapter 4: The Amazing Race(!)
Finish Date: 8-28-02
~*~
...
"Fine, I'll train you."
This statement was soon followed by a loud and defined shriek of joy that only ONE gal known of could possibly accomplish on such a satisfactory level.
"Trunks is gunna train ME, TRUNKS is gunna train me!!"
Megan snickered from the side-lines, accompanied remarkably well by the
infamous smirk of Piccolo. Then... whoa and behold, the serious-to-a-fault Namekian laughed out loud.
Meg looked at him a bit strangely in shock for a moment before the generally quiet yet sarcastic alien registered the fact that he'd done that OUT LOUD, and suddenly took on a more serious look. Not lasting long of course though, when he noticed Molly hopping around like a Kangaroo, avidly trying to convince Trunks to "dance" with her.
Trunks just sort of stumbled along with the energetic blonde, being dragged by wrist across the front lawn, blush beginning to show up on his face... which meant he may as well be painted orange, because the color was a HUGE contrast in comparison to his soft lavender hair and normally pale facial tones.
Blinking, Molly stopped a moment and truly looked serious.
"Trunks, are you okay?"
Trunks, in turn, just stood there and stared at her.
"Um... Trunks? HELLOOO?" Molly waved a hand in front of his face, in
wonderment of whether he'd just had a stroke or not.
"... Trunks, is something wrong?"
This is about when Piccolo started to laugh again, short and abrupt
painfully-trying-to-resist gasps of air escaping his thin-lined emerald
lips, reading the forbidden thoughts of Trunks. Of course, he wasn't going to tell MOLLY that...
Meg was now officially worried for Piccolo's mental health, NEVER seeing him laugh like that so freely since the Freeza saga. "Um... kay..."
Trunks blinked once, and shook his head in the slightest. *Funny... I hadn't really noticed it before... but she's so... BEAUTIFUL.*
"Trunksie-Wunksie, Trunks-chan...? Earth to Trunks..? YOU'RE GOING TO TRAIN ME, AREN'T YOU!?"
"AH, YEAH YEAH!!!" The ever-so-loved demi-Saiyan freakishly snapped out of his stupor, and nodded his head vigorously. "I'll train you, sure!!"
However, Piccolo was still quite busy laughing in abrupt periods of time, trying with all his might to look cross and failing miserably. It was all rather... odd.
Molly GLARED at Piccolo like only Molly can, and folded her arms.
"Piccolo, WHAT exactly is so funny...!?"
While Molly looked away to the green warrior and his student, Megan noticed Trunks behind Molly, just STARING at her. Particularly her long blonde waste-length hair.
Her eyes growing wider than you'd think would be allowable, Megan covered her mouth and snickered quietly to herself, like there were some deep dark secret only she and Piccolo knew.
"... Meggy, you too!? WHAT!??"
"Nothing!!" Megan managed to snicker out, shaking her head like a defective bobble-head car ornament, grin showing through her slightly spread fingers clamped over her mouth. "Nothing, nothing at all..."
She looked up at her new mentor and grinned, beginning to understand what was going on right then.
*I bet he's reading Trunks' mind - that dog! And yet... he's so wise, and wonderful... and... oh, please tell me he's not reading MY mind right now...*
Piccolo abruptly stopped laughing and looked away, ears slightly tinted a different color.
Megan replied by blushing in a typical Megan-ish way. *Okay, that was dumb of me.*
Raising an eyebrow and turning back to face Trunks (Whom quickly stopped staring at her so avidly), Molly shifted her crossed arms to rest her hands on her hips, growing impatient. "I don't know what they're laughing at and I probably never will sooOOooo... I was wondering, sense you're my TEACHER now... ..."
Trunks stared at her, waiting for her to go on. "... Yes..?"
"Well, I was wondering..."
Trunks raised an eyebrow.
"Um... WILL YOU TEACH ME HOW TO FLY NOW!!??" The blonde bubbled over like a volcano and oddly enough her big brown eyes set into affect once more, large pools of pleading and reflective color, accented perfectly by her long slender black eyelashes. "PUUULEEEAAASE?"
Trunks stood there a moment longer before his eyes squinted caused by a
wondrous sparkling toothy smile.
"SURE!" - SEDUCED BY THE EYES! Oh, the horrors of beautiful eyes!
"AAAHHH!! MEGGY, TRUNKS IS GUNNA TEACH ME TO FLY!!" Bubbling over once
again, Molly grabbed Trunks' wrists playfully and began to "dance".
"DO THE KANGAROO, EVERYONE!"
Piccolo calmly watched the two again in only slight amusement this time, a faint grin painted on emerald skin. Megan began to giggle a little mindlessly, actually forgetting her former embarrassment for a moment.
Piccolo's grin tweaked just a bit in further amusement. "Hey Kid... I think your friend Blondie over there may need some help, if you catch my drift."
Megan giggled again, sounding typically air-headed, and looked up at him, still not used to being able to look up at the green warrior - still fighting the incredible urge to drool or swoon or something ridiculous like that, but spoke up anyway.
"Don't worry - she's not the only one. You'll have your hands full, trust me!" Soon Piccolo and Trunks would find that the terms 'crazy' and 'weird' were often considered compliments in the two young girls' vocabulary.
Piccolo rolled his dark charcoal eyes, but the grin still kept firm. These two teens - fairly powerful ones at that - proved to be MOST entertaining.
Poor Trunks though, he just sort of laughed and tried not to stare at
Molly's frame while she guided him along CC's perfectly kept up grassy lawn, humming wild made-up tunes. He would have scratched the back of his neck, tossed his head back, and laughed carelessly if he could, but she was using BOTH of his hands.
"I'm gunna fly-yyeee, I'm gunna FLLYYY!" Sing-song voice and all, which only made the moment better - Molly always did have a musical gift. After a moment, she then looked thoughtful, and stopped dead in her tracks.
"Actually... can we go to that clearing Meggy and Green Bean were in
earlier? Bulma's spying."
She then looked up to one of CC's windows, and waved at Bulma, whom had been watching for quite some time now.
Trunks looked up to follow Molly's gaze, and glared at his mother. "Oh fer goodness... eck, not again!"
He then proceeded to throw his hands up in the air and sigh in exasperation.
"She just can't bud out!"
Piccolo lost it again, and was now leaning up against a tree in a
meaningless effort to conceal his laughter. His humor suddenly showing for reasons currently UNKNOWN.
Bulma flashed that confident and familiar 'I'm a mother and I can boss even the crudest of Saiyans around' smile at the two, and poked her head out the window.
"Hi! I'll just leave, shall I lover boy?" Before her boy could say a word in reply, she ducked back in the house and shut the window, laughing her head
off.
Trunks then promptly slapped his forehead.
"She's ALWAYS doing stuff like that..."
Molly was looking rather careless to the situation right then, however, and missed out on all of Trunks' embarrassment, FAR too exited about learning how to fly by TRUNKS - of all people!
"SO, Piccolo and Megan, should we go back to that clearing...?"
Piccolo stopped laughing quickly, and grinned somewhat evilly before he
scooped Megan off of her feet, startling her beyond comprehension, and took
off. "If you want to learn to fly sometime this year, you better get going!"
Molly blinked in turn, and looked around. "Wait a second... WHERE'S MY
RIDE!?"
Trunks also blinked in rhythm to the whole situation, and shrugged at Molly almost shyly. "I guess I could take you..."
"Oh..." A blush crept even across the tall brown-eyed teen's cheeks, and she smiled just a bit.
Trunks nodded at her, and sort of tipped his head a little.
"I guess... if you just put your arm around my neck, maybe I could..."
"Oh... right, sure! Um..." Molly quickly slung her somewhat strong arms
around the anime idol's muscular neck, and blushed again.
"If I didn't know better... I'd think Piccolo set this up."
Trunks smirked and looked a bit thoughtful, scooping up Molly's legs in his arms to cradle her, almost like a baby. "I don't know about that... it doesn't seem very... Piccolo.. ish..." He lifted off the ground quite professionally, and Molly noticed the fading form of Piccolo and Megan ahead.
"QUICK! Let's follow them!! I love to go FAST!"
Trunks grinned in total agreement, and sped up, not taking long to nearly run into Piccolo.
"PASS 'EM, TRUNKS!!"
Piccolo caught wind of these words and simply couldn't help himself. *If it's a race they want, it's a race they'll GET!*
"Hang on, kid, we're gunna shift gears..."
"What?" Meg blinked up at the character she'd been obsessed with for more than seven years. "What gears??"
"We're going to get there before them!"
Realization swept over her and she couldn't help but grin. "Then what are you waiting for..!? Speed up!"
Piccolo uh... did.
"HOLY CRUD!!" Was all Megan could manage to sputter out, as of being whisked through the air at hyper-speed, holding on for dear life around Piccolo's stiff neck and broad shoulders.
"HURRY, HURRY, HURRY! Truuuunks, speed up, they're going to get there before us!!"
Competitiveness. A terrible thing. Oh well, MWAHAHAHAA! (Pardon that...)
"LET'S DO IT!!! Fuulll throttle!!" Trunks hollered back at his passenger, shouting over the sound of the wind whipping by. Piccolo had caught a little gain by catching Trunks off-guard when speeding up, but they were rapidly approaching again.
And so the race was on!!
~*~
Buttons are fun... click one, and find out... ~Points at purple-ish blue rectangular button at the bottom left hand corner, wiggling eyebrows~ Tryyy it... you'll liiike it... all the other kids are doin' it... ~Nudge nudge~ ~Wink wink~