DragonBall M and M
Chapter 6
Finish date: 1-13-03
By Kittioto
It was something more challenging than expected for Megan right then, to keep from hurling when it occurred to her that she was way too far away from the ground.
She looked down from her soft gaze at Piccolo, to a startling recollection that yes, she'd achieved what her great and wonderful all-powerful buddy 'o pal had… flying.
And though this would NORMALLY be a cause for celebration, the urge to barf all over Trunks' blowing lilac hair she found quite disturbing, glancing from purple, to ground, to blonde, then back to Piccolo's nice shiny purple and white turbaned head again.
The beautiful blue glow that had formerly been so prominent around her, waving around her frame like some sort of giant psycho run-away veil, faded into a more dull and worn out glow, something to the effect of a blurred window keeping her up in the air.
She stared down at the ground again, nervously, black pupils framed by her vibrant green irises shrinking in the slightest.
Molly was the first to recognize this rarely used gesture the brunette expressed, and quite elegantly screamed at the top of her lungs:
"SHE'S GUNNA SPEW!!"
Trunks looked slightly panicked by this news, and slowly edged away from any barfing radius Meggy could possibly achieve, drifting up into the sky next to his newly acquired pupil, glancing at the blonde nervously.
Megan covered her mouth, eyes a bit buggy, and STARED at the ground some more.
"Well don't look DOWN, kid!" – Piccolo seemed to have come out of his mode of silence. Which was sort of… odd. I mean… come on. It's PICCOLO.
"I feel sick…" The human kite whispered through her fingers, still staring stupidly at the ground, yet remarkably staying afloat in the air. "Um… how do I land?"
Piccolo sighed, a little surprised that she'd managed her way up in the first place without being thrust through the air like a rocket or dropped like a stone, and a little frustrated that despite the remarkable amount of energy she'd revealed on her way up, she couldn't figure out how to land on her own.
Wordlessly, the handsome (~SIGH~) Namek floated up in the air next to her, a faint look of interest sparking his normally void of expression façade. "… You can't land?"
The short 19 year old shook her head almost violently, staring at the ground with what would appear to be mortal fear.
He furrowed an eye ridge in reply, hovering there with the greatest of ease. "Do you need help?"
Megan rather sloooowly took her gaze off of the seemingly extremely distant ground beneath her, and nodded over to Piccolo's fine featured face. "P… p…lease…"
So for the second time now of flying lessons, Piccolo scooped the young student off of her feet (or rather air) and into his arms, frowning in the slightest. "Kid… you really need to get over this… thing. Whatever it is."
"Fear of death?" Megan replied quietly, in the slightest of sarcastic tones. "Thank you."
"Don't sweat it… landing is actually a lot more simple than flying, but maybe it'll take you a bit longer to perfect it. Just try to keep your concentration next time, alright?"
Megan nodded a bit, trying not to read too far into his monotone voice. "Alright, Piccolo-sensei… I'm sorry."
"Don't be." The Namek glanced down at her absent-mindedly. Then, with much effort, he managed out something he figured the girl would appreciate. "… You did, uh… good. It was a good… effort."
Of course inwardly he knew it was far more than just 'good' for a first try. It was down-right miraculous. The way her ki energy waved around her and so gracefully lifted her into the sky – almost as if she wasn't even trying.
He couldn't really force himself to say THAT quite exactly, though.
He could have sworn when she looked up at him after these words that no eyes could possibly have been more shining and hope-filled.
Of course in Megan's perspective, she was trying not to faint the best she could, and was hoping to a large extent that hearts hadn't suddenly started appearing over her head, trying VERY hard not to think any thoughts that Piccolo would find amusing to read.
"Thank you, Piccolo… oh, and… please don't drop me…"
He sighed, causing her reddish hair that now was only in a sort of scruffy pony-tail to wave about from his breath. "I thought we already went over this…"
Megan smiled a little. She'd seen something or other she never saw in Piccolo's eyes before a short time ago. She wasn't entirely sure what it was… but boy oh boy, she DID like it.
"Oh, yeah…" The formerly immobile Meggy now nuzzled slightly into his gi, relishing the warmth from it, closing her eyes, hoping above all other hopes that she could avoid barfing all over Piccolo's nicely shaped chest-muscles.
Piccolo's ears tinted a slightly different color, not really accustomed to this sort of thing – hidden from Megan due to her closed lids.
"EXCUSE ME."
The voice of DOOM!! RUINING MY FUN ALREADY!? Though… I guess… Kittioto should write less of her own opinions and more of the M and M squad… right. Well ANYWAY…
Piccolo looked up and almost dropped his new (and improved!) living decoration when he saw an EXTREMELY close looking Molly, big huge SERIOUSLY LARGE brown eyes blazing at him connected to a very, VERY determined looking face.
"ARE WE INTERRUPTING SOMETHING?"
Piccolo finally regained that composure he was famous for, especially when he lost it, and GLARED back at the blonde before him. "Yeah, I was TRYING to teach my student to fly!"
Molly glided back a little in the air and fought the urge to giggle. "Right. "Flying" lessons. Uh HUH."
Piccolo quirked a large eye-ridge at her in slight distaste, while Megan just sort of tried to avoid eye contact with anyone… or the ground.
"I have no clue as to what the implied sarcasm in your voice is supposed to mean, but YES. "Flying" lessons. What do I look like to you? A band instructor?"
That time Molly really did break out into giggles, hearing that from Piccolo – of all people – was SOMETHING to hear. "You know, that's sort of ironic, you talking about instruments, because your name, and…"
"ALRIGHT!!" Trunks glided up to the group suddenly, cutting off Molly in sort of a friendly way, granted the attention of his three comrades. He "stood" in the air next to his student a little awkwardly, a wide grin spread across his features at Molly as he did so, clear pride shining on his ever-loved princely face. "Everybody flew!! Sheesh, you guys are FAST!"
"I know." Molly batted her eyes at him, and Trunks sort of just grinned sheepishly, sending purplish hair ruffling between his callused fingers, scratching the back of his head, when…
"BOY, STOP DOING THAT!!"
THE OTHER VOICE OF DOOM!
Yes, much to the horror of Molly, Megan, Piccolo, and ESPECIALLY Trunks, there beheld Vegeta, hovering in the air a good 20 feet away, Bra placed precariously and uncharacteristically on his back, classic red outfit and all.
"How many times do I have to remind you how much you resemble that fool Kakkarot when you do that…!?"
Trunks' blue eyes became very, VERY small right then, wondering how on earth the Prince of all Saiyans had tracked him down in such a short time.
"Um… DAD!! Er… sorry…"
Vegeta scowled at the group, a look few could conquer over, and glanced at the two 'new girls'. Megan now sat sort of uncomfortably in Piccolo's arms, her own arms strapped around his neck in a strange attempt to look like there was nothing strange about this at all, and Molly only a couple of feet away from her beloved Trunks-chan, a look of complete fascination towards the Vegeta/Bra mutant. While, of course, like typical Z members; Trunks and Piccolo just sort of stood there.
Bra waved angelically at the two chicks, studying their features and wondering where they'd come from, a curious look sparkling in her blue eyes that she oh-so-conveniently inherited from her mother.
"Whatever." Vegeta furrowed his brows with a continuous scowl. "I've come to inform you, boy, that we've all received a petty invitation. Your mother is holding some sort of ghastly sentimental get-together later that she forgot to tell you about, and she wanted you to help out. Play host or some foolish activity like that…"
"A… party?" Trunks grinned a little, being a true party-man at times.
"YEAH!" Bra chimed in, obviously excited about the news. "Hey, is your girlfriend coming, or what??" She pointed at Molly, for added affect, and the blonde blushed like no tomorrow, with a slightly angered look waving around in there somewhere as well… as if maybe to think 'ARE YOU LABELING ME!?'
"Um… girl… friend??" Trunks asked nervously, looking over to Molly quickly, and laughing in the most canned fashion of all. "Bra… don't be silly… she's my student… didn't mom tell you??"
"Oh, mom told me, alright."
"AND WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?"
"Cool it, or I'm telling on you!"
"FOR WHAT!?"
"Raising your voice! DAAAAADDDYYYY!!"
Vegeta's scowl deepened as he winced from Bra's high-pitched screaming in his right ear, accompanied by the sympathetically pained look of Piccolo.
"Do you MIND!? Brats these days!! Trunks, just ditch the blonde already! I mean REALLY, she's not even SAIYAN!"
"DAD!" Trunks blushed this time. "I'm not going out with her, really! We just met a few minutes ago!!"
Meanwhile, Molly stayed entirely silent, glancing from one voice to another… which was a miracle in itself. Molly isn't really one to, eh… sit by and watch people gossip about her, exactly.
"TRUNKS LIKES MOLLY!!" Bra then pointed rabidly at Trunks, then at Molly, greeted with a scowl from both.
"He better not!" Veggie blurted out, perpetually disturbed by the accusation.
"It'll be one COLD day when my first-born takes a WEAKLING as his mate!"
A vein popped out on his forehead, one of many trade-mark characteristics of his own.
Now this. This was simply all that Molly could take.
"She's not even that pretty! Or… exotic looking!"
Trunks looked nervous and rather confused, trying not to look at his dad's eyes, as angry as his voice sounded. HE found Molly pretty, anyway.
Vegeta could have called her 'Bob' for all she cared. But weak. No. Not weak. She would NOT withstand being called something so far off!
"I… AM NOT… WEAK!!"
All heads, whether purple, black, blue, green or red, turned to stare at the honey-blonde.
Vegeta then smirked, a look of all-knowingness which might as well have had 'I am omnipotent' stamped on his forehead in big black inky letters. "Right. And I'm not the Prince of Saiyans."
"You're no more royal than my biological WASTE!" Molly spat venomously. She never DID like Vegetable-head… not even on TV.
Piccolo had to snuff a laugh, while Megan was too busy hoping that Molly wasn't going to be disemboweled for the statement. Though she had to agree with the accusation. Vegeta was just a big dooky. (^_^ Okay I'm happy now. Don't kill me. ^_^**)
Trunks looked about to keel over from tension, staring at Molly to his father, and to Molly again.
However, this greatly angered the pink 'bad man' clothed warrior, and his face tensed up, causing the formerly invisible wrinkles to appear. "WHAT!?"
"Careful, if you do that long enough your face'll stay that way!! Oh… wait… too late."
"You… YOU… INSOLENT LOW-CLASS PEASANT! I'LL SHOW YOU A THING OR TWO ABOU-"
"VEGETA!"
Vegeta was indeed about to show her a thing or two, when he stopped dead in his tracks, a look of slight disbelief in his eyes.
Like a miracle, there stood Bulma in a small capsule plane, hands on hips, hovering behind Vegeta like it was the most common thing to do in the world.
Futuristic Automatic Pilot. Gotta' love it.
"… Yes, dear..?" Vegeta slooowly turned around to face his 'mate', hunched over slightly as he did so.
"Do you remember what I told you?"
Bra was still clinging to the prince's back, seemingly forgotten from all existence while Molly and her father duked it out.
A sweatdrop made it's way down his enlarged and practically balding forehead, a look of defeat apparent. "My blood-pressure…" He muttered quietly and pretty much glared at the ground.
Molly was almost disappointed. She knew she wouldn't last a minute against Vegeta if that continued, but her blood seemed to BOIL with excitement from his threats. She wanted to tear him APART.
Trunks, on the other hand, sighed the biggest sigh of relief you will EVER hear, knowing that his mother would take things from that point on… and … well, she seemed to sort of favor Molly, so that there was a GOOD SIGN.
"GOOD." Bulma frowned. "Now we have to go home and get ready for the party! So come on!"
"But Bulma, can't I-"
"NO! Come NOW!"
Like nothing but a puppy right then, the once blood-thirsty Saiyan stuffed his hands in his pockets and frowned.
"Yes… dear." Wince, twitch, twitch.
He hovered slowly over to the capsule plane and Bra climbed off of her father's back, and into the craft. Vegeta scowled once more at Molly, and she scowled back, before he himself boarded the vehicle and headed back off to Capsule Corp with the majority of his family.
After all signs of his father disappeared, Trunks sighed another sigh of relief and scratched the back of his head again. "Well THAT was tense. I don't think my dad likes you."
Molly brightened up considerably from her formerly death-defying mood, and grinned at her anime love charmingly. "GOOD! Because I don't like your dad!"
Trunks chuckled a bit, and watched Molly as she experimented with her new flying abilities, twirling around through the air, getting a slightly approved look from Piccolo on the side-lines.
Megan still just sort of sat there in the Namek's arms, blushing a tiny bit, and grinned nervously as Molly did a full round-house kick and twirl in the air.
"Sheesh, Maully, how do you do it?"
Molly stopped her antics a moment and grinned at the red-head. "It's easy! Mind over matter, I say!"
"Ahaaaah…" Megan quirked an eyebrow quizzically. "… Then I have some work to do!" Carefully, she climbed out of Piccolo's arms, blushing again as she did so, purposely not thinking too hard about his rippling muscles. With… much difficulty.
*Okay… flying… just… hovering. Flitting about in the air. No big deal. Without wings. Perfectly natural. Right. I was BORN to fly. I was MADE with flying capabilities! … SO FLY, DRAGNABIT!!*
"Just remember what comes from the center, kid."
Megan glanced back up at Piccolo, whom she was still clinging onto slightly as a hand-rail so she could get her concentration before she plummeted back to the earth.
She smiled quickly and nodded in the slightest, a look of total trust directed to him.
"Got it."
With that, she let go. And she flew.
… Straight down, that is. And at about the same speed as gravity in comparison to her weight! Now THAT'S talent for you.
"AAAAAAAAAHHH!!" Her auburn hair waved behind her like flames as she watched the ground get progressively closer, eyes wide.
It took a moment, but some of the bluish color she'd acquired earlier returned back to her, and her falling slowed, even enough to stop.
She hovered a good distance from the ground, enough to still make her want to puke… but hey, at least she'd stopped!
She smiled as she found the well-spring inside of her again, the strange new energy reintroduced, and raised back through the air next to Piccolo, whom greeted her with a well-meaning smirk.
"Got it?"
Megan smiled back.
"Got it."
Trunks coughed LOUDLY into his hand, and Molly clasped her own hands together. "Isn't it CUTE, Trunks?"
Trunks laughed a little in typical Trunks fashion, nodding as he did so.
Megan glared back at both of them, almost comically.
Everyone knows. When Megan is mad… it's not something scary. She just looks…
… Kind of funny.
"Are you mocking my flight attempts?"
Molly smirked at her good friend, knowing it wouldn't cause any permanent damage, and shook her head. "Me? Mocking? YOU? Neeeever…"
"Oh shut up!" Megan continued to look angry until Trunks burst out into hysterical uncontrollable laughter at how pathetic her attempt to look threatening was, rolling around in the air, as Piccolo just stood there behind her, looking entirely innocent… as far as Piccolo CAN look innocent, anyway.
"WOO, what a laugh…" The purple haired boy wiped a tear of hysterics away, Megan long since toning him out of her head, floating cross-legged in the air like she'd seen her mentor do so many times before. She STILL wanted to barf. Gah.
"Well… we better go to Capsule Corp before my mom throws a riot at me…" Trunks trailed off a little, indicating about the so-called get-together.
Molly grinned wickedly.
"GREAT! Let's party!"
~*~
A/N: Holy canned pasteurized cheese! Sorry that took so long, people. ^_^** You know me(enough). It's not too unusual for me to take… eternity… and longer… to get out a new chapter. So sorry about that! I guess it's also pretty customary for them to be a wee short, too, eh? -_-** Well… I hope you enjoyed it anyway!! And try not to take the Veggie-bashing too seriously. (Please don't maim me, please don't maim me… pleasepleasepleasepleaaase!) More to come soon, hopefully. ^_^ WELCOME BACK, MAULLY!!
And thanks everyone for all of the reviews! We've acquired a few fans. ^_^** (COOL! I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! ~Kills you all off with deathly hugs~) I hope this chapter lives up to the last few… ^^
Chapter 6
Finish date: 1-13-03
By Kittioto
It was something more challenging than expected for Megan right then, to keep from hurling when it occurred to her that she was way too far away from the ground.
She looked down from her soft gaze at Piccolo, to a startling recollection that yes, she'd achieved what her great and wonderful all-powerful buddy 'o pal had… flying.
And though this would NORMALLY be a cause for celebration, the urge to barf all over Trunks' blowing lilac hair she found quite disturbing, glancing from purple, to ground, to blonde, then back to Piccolo's nice shiny purple and white turbaned head again.
The beautiful blue glow that had formerly been so prominent around her, waving around her frame like some sort of giant psycho run-away veil, faded into a more dull and worn out glow, something to the effect of a blurred window keeping her up in the air.
She stared down at the ground again, nervously, black pupils framed by her vibrant green irises shrinking in the slightest.
Molly was the first to recognize this rarely used gesture the brunette expressed, and quite elegantly screamed at the top of her lungs:
"SHE'S GUNNA SPEW!!"
Trunks looked slightly panicked by this news, and slowly edged away from any barfing radius Meggy could possibly achieve, drifting up into the sky next to his newly acquired pupil, glancing at the blonde nervously.
Megan covered her mouth, eyes a bit buggy, and STARED at the ground some more.
"Well don't look DOWN, kid!" – Piccolo seemed to have come out of his mode of silence. Which was sort of… odd. I mean… come on. It's PICCOLO.
"I feel sick…" The human kite whispered through her fingers, still staring stupidly at the ground, yet remarkably staying afloat in the air. "Um… how do I land?"
Piccolo sighed, a little surprised that she'd managed her way up in the first place without being thrust through the air like a rocket or dropped like a stone, and a little frustrated that despite the remarkable amount of energy she'd revealed on her way up, she couldn't figure out how to land on her own.
Wordlessly, the handsome (~SIGH~) Namek floated up in the air next to her, a faint look of interest sparking his normally void of expression façade. "… You can't land?"
The short 19 year old shook her head almost violently, staring at the ground with what would appear to be mortal fear.
He furrowed an eye ridge in reply, hovering there with the greatest of ease. "Do you need help?"
Megan rather sloooowly took her gaze off of the seemingly extremely distant ground beneath her, and nodded over to Piccolo's fine featured face. "P… p…lease…"
So for the second time now of flying lessons, Piccolo scooped the young student off of her feet (or rather air) and into his arms, frowning in the slightest. "Kid… you really need to get over this… thing. Whatever it is."
"Fear of death?" Megan replied quietly, in the slightest of sarcastic tones. "Thank you."
"Don't sweat it… landing is actually a lot more simple than flying, but maybe it'll take you a bit longer to perfect it. Just try to keep your concentration next time, alright?"
Megan nodded a bit, trying not to read too far into his monotone voice. "Alright, Piccolo-sensei… I'm sorry."
"Don't be." The Namek glanced down at her absent-mindedly. Then, with much effort, he managed out something he figured the girl would appreciate. "… You did, uh… good. It was a good… effort."
Of course inwardly he knew it was far more than just 'good' for a first try. It was down-right miraculous. The way her ki energy waved around her and so gracefully lifted her into the sky – almost as if she wasn't even trying.
He couldn't really force himself to say THAT quite exactly, though.
He could have sworn when she looked up at him after these words that no eyes could possibly have been more shining and hope-filled.
Of course in Megan's perspective, she was trying not to faint the best she could, and was hoping to a large extent that hearts hadn't suddenly started appearing over her head, trying VERY hard not to think any thoughts that Piccolo would find amusing to read.
"Thank you, Piccolo… oh, and… please don't drop me…"
He sighed, causing her reddish hair that now was only in a sort of scruffy pony-tail to wave about from his breath. "I thought we already went over this…"
Megan smiled a little. She'd seen something or other she never saw in Piccolo's eyes before a short time ago. She wasn't entirely sure what it was… but boy oh boy, she DID like it.
"Oh, yeah…" The formerly immobile Meggy now nuzzled slightly into his gi, relishing the warmth from it, closing her eyes, hoping above all other hopes that she could avoid barfing all over Piccolo's nicely shaped chest-muscles.
Piccolo's ears tinted a slightly different color, not really accustomed to this sort of thing – hidden from Megan due to her closed lids.
"EXCUSE ME."
The voice of DOOM!! RUINING MY FUN ALREADY!? Though… I guess… Kittioto should write less of her own opinions and more of the M and M squad… right. Well ANYWAY…
Piccolo looked up and almost dropped his new (and improved!) living decoration when he saw an EXTREMELY close looking Molly, big huge SERIOUSLY LARGE brown eyes blazing at him connected to a very, VERY determined looking face.
"ARE WE INTERRUPTING SOMETHING?"
Piccolo finally regained that composure he was famous for, especially when he lost it, and GLARED back at the blonde before him. "Yeah, I was TRYING to teach my student to fly!"
Molly glided back a little in the air and fought the urge to giggle. "Right. "Flying" lessons. Uh HUH."
Piccolo quirked a large eye-ridge at her in slight distaste, while Megan just sort of tried to avoid eye contact with anyone… or the ground.
"I have no clue as to what the implied sarcasm in your voice is supposed to mean, but YES. "Flying" lessons. What do I look like to you? A band instructor?"
That time Molly really did break out into giggles, hearing that from Piccolo – of all people – was SOMETHING to hear. "You know, that's sort of ironic, you talking about instruments, because your name, and…"
"ALRIGHT!!" Trunks glided up to the group suddenly, cutting off Molly in sort of a friendly way, granted the attention of his three comrades. He "stood" in the air next to his student a little awkwardly, a wide grin spread across his features at Molly as he did so, clear pride shining on his ever-loved princely face. "Everybody flew!! Sheesh, you guys are FAST!"
"I know." Molly batted her eyes at him, and Trunks sort of just grinned sheepishly, sending purplish hair ruffling between his callused fingers, scratching the back of his head, when…
"BOY, STOP DOING THAT!!"
THE OTHER VOICE OF DOOM!
Yes, much to the horror of Molly, Megan, Piccolo, and ESPECIALLY Trunks, there beheld Vegeta, hovering in the air a good 20 feet away, Bra placed precariously and uncharacteristically on his back, classic red outfit and all.
"How many times do I have to remind you how much you resemble that fool Kakkarot when you do that…!?"
Trunks' blue eyes became very, VERY small right then, wondering how on earth the Prince of all Saiyans had tracked him down in such a short time.
"Um… DAD!! Er… sorry…"
Vegeta scowled at the group, a look few could conquer over, and glanced at the two 'new girls'. Megan now sat sort of uncomfortably in Piccolo's arms, her own arms strapped around his neck in a strange attempt to look like there was nothing strange about this at all, and Molly only a couple of feet away from her beloved Trunks-chan, a look of complete fascination towards the Vegeta/Bra mutant. While, of course, like typical Z members; Trunks and Piccolo just sort of stood there.
Bra waved angelically at the two chicks, studying their features and wondering where they'd come from, a curious look sparkling in her blue eyes that she oh-so-conveniently inherited from her mother.
"Whatever." Vegeta furrowed his brows with a continuous scowl. "I've come to inform you, boy, that we've all received a petty invitation. Your mother is holding some sort of ghastly sentimental get-together later that she forgot to tell you about, and she wanted you to help out. Play host or some foolish activity like that…"
"A… party?" Trunks grinned a little, being a true party-man at times.
"YEAH!" Bra chimed in, obviously excited about the news. "Hey, is your girlfriend coming, or what??" She pointed at Molly, for added affect, and the blonde blushed like no tomorrow, with a slightly angered look waving around in there somewhere as well… as if maybe to think 'ARE YOU LABELING ME!?'
"Um… girl… friend??" Trunks asked nervously, looking over to Molly quickly, and laughing in the most canned fashion of all. "Bra… don't be silly… she's my student… didn't mom tell you??"
"Oh, mom told me, alright."
"AND WHAT'S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN!?"
"Cool it, or I'm telling on you!"
"FOR WHAT!?"
"Raising your voice! DAAAAADDDYYYY!!"
Vegeta's scowl deepened as he winced from Bra's high-pitched screaming in his right ear, accompanied by the sympathetically pained look of Piccolo.
"Do you MIND!? Brats these days!! Trunks, just ditch the blonde already! I mean REALLY, she's not even SAIYAN!"
"DAD!" Trunks blushed this time. "I'm not going out with her, really! We just met a few minutes ago!!"
Meanwhile, Molly stayed entirely silent, glancing from one voice to another… which was a miracle in itself. Molly isn't really one to, eh… sit by and watch people gossip about her, exactly.
"TRUNKS LIKES MOLLY!!" Bra then pointed rabidly at Trunks, then at Molly, greeted with a scowl from both.
"He better not!" Veggie blurted out, perpetually disturbed by the accusation.
"It'll be one COLD day when my first-born takes a WEAKLING as his mate!"
A vein popped out on his forehead, one of many trade-mark characteristics of his own.
Now this. This was simply all that Molly could take.
"She's not even that pretty! Or… exotic looking!"
Trunks looked nervous and rather confused, trying not to look at his dad's eyes, as angry as his voice sounded. HE found Molly pretty, anyway.
Vegeta could have called her 'Bob' for all she cared. But weak. No. Not weak. She would NOT withstand being called something so far off!
"I… AM NOT… WEAK!!"
All heads, whether purple, black, blue, green or red, turned to stare at the honey-blonde.
Vegeta then smirked, a look of all-knowingness which might as well have had 'I am omnipotent' stamped on his forehead in big black inky letters. "Right. And I'm not the Prince of Saiyans."
"You're no more royal than my biological WASTE!" Molly spat venomously. She never DID like Vegetable-head… not even on TV.
Piccolo had to snuff a laugh, while Megan was too busy hoping that Molly wasn't going to be disemboweled for the statement. Though she had to agree with the accusation. Vegeta was just a big dooky. (^_^ Okay I'm happy now. Don't kill me. ^_^**)
Trunks looked about to keel over from tension, staring at Molly to his father, and to Molly again.
However, this greatly angered the pink 'bad man' clothed warrior, and his face tensed up, causing the formerly invisible wrinkles to appear. "WHAT!?"
"Careful, if you do that long enough your face'll stay that way!! Oh… wait… too late."
"You… YOU… INSOLENT LOW-CLASS PEASANT! I'LL SHOW YOU A THING OR TWO ABOU-"
"VEGETA!"
Vegeta was indeed about to show her a thing or two, when he stopped dead in his tracks, a look of slight disbelief in his eyes.
Like a miracle, there stood Bulma in a small capsule plane, hands on hips, hovering behind Vegeta like it was the most common thing to do in the world.
Futuristic Automatic Pilot. Gotta' love it.
"… Yes, dear..?" Vegeta slooowly turned around to face his 'mate', hunched over slightly as he did so.
"Do you remember what I told you?"
Bra was still clinging to the prince's back, seemingly forgotten from all existence while Molly and her father duked it out.
A sweatdrop made it's way down his enlarged and practically balding forehead, a look of defeat apparent. "My blood-pressure…" He muttered quietly and pretty much glared at the ground.
Molly was almost disappointed. She knew she wouldn't last a minute against Vegeta if that continued, but her blood seemed to BOIL with excitement from his threats. She wanted to tear him APART.
Trunks, on the other hand, sighed the biggest sigh of relief you will EVER hear, knowing that his mother would take things from that point on… and … well, she seemed to sort of favor Molly, so that there was a GOOD SIGN.
"GOOD." Bulma frowned. "Now we have to go home and get ready for the party! So come on!"
"But Bulma, can't I-"
"NO! Come NOW!"
Like nothing but a puppy right then, the once blood-thirsty Saiyan stuffed his hands in his pockets and frowned.
"Yes… dear." Wince, twitch, twitch.
He hovered slowly over to the capsule plane and Bra climbed off of her father's back, and into the craft. Vegeta scowled once more at Molly, and she scowled back, before he himself boarded the vehicle and headed back off to Capsule Corp with the majority of his family.
After all signs of his father disappeared, Trunks sighed another sigh of relief and scratched the back of his head again. "Well THAT was tense. I don't think my dad likes you."
Molly brightened up considerably from her formerly death-defying mood, and grinned at her anime love charmingly. "GOOD! Because I don't like your dad!"
Trunks chuckled a bit, and watched Molly as she experimented with her new flying abilities, twirling around through the air, getting a slightly approved look from Piccolo on the side-lines.
Megan still just sort of sat there in the Namek's arms, blushing a tiny bit, and grinned nervously as Molly did a full round-house kick and twirl in the air.
"Sheesh, Maully, how do you do it?"
Molly stopped her antics a moment and grinned at the red-head. "It's easy! Mind over matter, I say!"
"Ahaaaah…" Megan quirked an eyebrow quizzically. "… Then I have some work to do!" Carefully, she climbed out of Piccolo's arms, blushing again as she did so, purposely not thinking too hard about his rippling muscles. With… much difficulty.
*Okay… flying… just… hovering. Flitting about in the air. No big deal. Without wings. Perfectly natural. Right. I was BORN to fly. I was MADE with flying capabilities! … SO FLY, DRAGNABIT!!*
"Just remember what comes from the center, kid."
Megan glanced back up at Piccolo, whom she was still clinging onto slightly as a hand-rail so she could get her concentration before she plummeted back to the earth.
She smiled quickly and nodded in the slightest, a look of total trust directed to him.
"Got it."
With that, she let go. And she flew.
… Straight down, that is. And at about the same speed as gravity in comparison to her weight! Now THAT'S talent for you.
"AAAAAAAAAHHH!!" Her auburn hair waved behind her like flames as she watched the ground get progressively closer, eyes wide.
It took a moment, but some of the bluish color she'd acquired earlier returned back to her, and her falling slowed, even enough to stop.
She hovered a good distance from the ground, enough to still make her want to puke… but hey, at least she'd stopped!
She smiled as she found the well-spring inside of her again, the strange new energy reintroduced, and raised back through the air next to Piccolo, whom greeted her with a well-meaning smirk.
"Got it?"
Megan smiled back.
"Got it."
Trunks coughed LOUDLY into his hand, and Molly clasped her own hands together. "Isn't it CUTE, Trunks?"
Trunks laughed a little in typical Trunks fashion, nodding as he did so.
Megan glared back at both of them, almost comically.
Everyone knows. When Megan is mad… it's not something scary. She just looks…
… Kind of funny.
"Are you mocking my flight attempts?"
Molly smirked at her good friend, knowing it wouldn't cause any permanent damage, and shook her head. "Me? Mocking? YOU? Neeeever…"
"Oh shut up!" Megan continued to look angry until Trunks burst out into hysterical uncontrollable laughter at how pathetic her attempt to look threatening was, rolling around in the air, as Piccolo just stood there behind her, looking entirely innocent… as far as Piccolo CAN look innocent, anyway.
"WOO, what a laugh…" The purple haired boy wiped a tear of hysterics away, Megan long since toning him out of her head, floating cross-legged in the air like she'd seen her mentor do so many times before. She STILL wanted to barf. Gah.
"Well… we better go to Capsule Corp before my mom throws a riot at me…" Trunks trailed off a little, indicating about the so-called get-together.
Molly grinned wickedly.
"GREAT! Let's party!"
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A/N: Holy canned pasteurized cheese! Sorry that took so long, people. ^_^** You know me(enough). It's not too unusual for me to take… eternity… and longer… to get out a new chapter. So sorry about that! I guess it's also pretty customary for them to be a wee short, too, eh? -_-** Well… I hope you enjoyed it anyway!! And try not to take the Veggie-bashing too seriously. (Please don't maim me, please don't maim me… pleasepleasepleasepleaaase!) More to come soon, hopefully. ^_^ WELCOME BACK, MAULLY!!
And thanks everyone for all of the reviews! We've acquired a few fans. ^_^** (COOL! I LOVE YOU GUYS!!! ~Kills you all off with deathly hugs~) I hope this chapter lives up to the last few… ^^