DBM&M chapter 7
By Chestnut Wind
"Say, Trunks?" Molly's upbeat voice cut through his silent reverie as he glided along in the air next to his student, captivated by the way her golden hair fluttered and the way her ki radiated off of her features.
"...Mmf?" Came Trunks' mumbled reply as he glanced away from her large brown eyes. Megan was peering over Piccolo's broad shoulders to her friend now, intruiged by the note in the blonde's voice. That always meant she was planning something... odd. The girl's green teacher just continued to stare idly ahead at nothing, keeping his fierce grip upon a slender wrist, just to make sure she didn't suddenly drop out of the air.
"Do we have to wear our GIS to the party? I mean, there HAS to be some clothes that Bra has that she wouldn't miss and--" Molly was cut off as Megan frantically interrupted. "Whoawhoa WHOA! Hold your horsies, girly! Uh, have you seen the way Bra.... DRESSES?" This was greeted by a blank 'get a life' stare. "So?"
And there she goeeeeees! She falls through the air, with the greatest of ease, a very undaring young girl with no flying trapeeze! Luckily Piccolo still had hold of the bodily appendage known as an arm, so she didn't have far to go before she got fiercely yanked back up, Piccolo not even glancing aside.
Tutting to herself softly, Megan regained her composure and sidled a little closer to her muscular sensei. "...So? Since when have all your morals dissapeared, Molly?" This manner of speaking could best be described as a moail- a moan/wail.
"Since I met Trunksie!" Wow, now there are THREE people.... er.... one person and two aliens falling through the air in a pitiful attempt at facefaulting in the air! "Nonononono! Come baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacccccck!" Screeching. Poor lifeforms, their flight interrupted by high pitched soundwaves. Trunks lifted back up next to Molly, both eyebrows raised at her and his cheeks burning. "...EH?!"
"I was KIDDING! Hehehehe! Geez, you can't even take a JOKE! Hmph!" By this time, Piccolo was back up to the height he was at before, his mouth twitching a bit but his face still otherwise passive, with a swirly eyed Megan dangling from his secure grip.
"...OH! Yeah, I knew you were... KIDDING!" Trunks gulped. The girl was a bit scary sometimes.
"Are you going to answer my question, then?" She demanded oh so Molly-ish like, drifting along on her back. "...Sure. Yeah, you could probably go raid Bra's closet...." "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
~*~
It was about five minutes later that Megan and Molly were trying to avoid the screeching of "THIS WOULD LOOK SO SEXY ON YOU!!" and "Megan, you'd make guys DROOL in this one!" as they sorted through Bra's closet.
Marron, unfortunately, had joined in on the er... fun, and she was currently trying to make Megan wear a bikini top with short shorts. Molly had growled enough that neither of them dared touch her, but they were still tossing skimpy articles of clothing at the blonde.
"Oh for the love of KAMI!" Molly threw her hands in the air. "I picked my clothes! Now, stop!" Megan had already scampered into the bathroom with her choices, so she was safe for the time being.
"Aww, but don't you want to wear this?" Bra held up a red corset that was meant to push a girl's chest up, and Molly's eyes widened. "Absolutely not! I refuse--" She was cut off as Megan waltzed out of the bathroom, a grin plastered on her face. Her long legs were hidden by an emerald green, ankle length skirt with slits up the side. All that adorned her feet were lime green flipflops, and she had on a bright green, spagetti strap tanktop. A green sweater was tied around her neck, and she beamed.
"Well, what do you think?" Molly whooped and clapped, and Bra and Marron surveyed her. "Hmm. Skimpy, but not TOO skimpy. Very green." Marron nodded as Bra spoke, then poked Molly. "Go get dressed!"
With a disgruntled grumble the blonde hopped into the bathroom. As she changed, she mused on her situation. It was certainly an unbelievable one. Trunks was training her, she was living in Japan with her best friend... Distracted, she didn't notice as her right arm faded from existance. By the time she looked down, the flesh had reformed itself. "I'm coming out!" She yelled through the door, and pushed it open. She looked completely different.
Long legs were clad in blue plaid flare hiphuggers, a navy blue mini skirt with black vinyl bondage straps over the top. On her upper body, she wore a black muscle tank with grommet straps on the arms. Her height was increased by black cargo boots. But the most impressive part of her outfit was gorgeous blue and purple faerie wings strapped to her back. With a giggle, she spun around.
"Well? What do you guys think?" Both Bra and Marron were giving her a 'freak!' look, but Megan's face was alight. "That is SO you!" "Isn't it though? Now let's go PARTAY!"
~*~
It just so happened that the party was in the back yard of Capsule Corp., with almost all of the living Z fighters there. Apparently Bulma had thrown in it a second's notice, something about 'congratulating' Trunks and Piccolo, whatever that meant.
Trunks and Piccolo were standing awkwardly at a fountain, and Trunks had aquired a new arm attachment: a black haired girl by the name of Pan. She had abandoned her orange bandana and was dressed in a short red skirt with a black peasent top. Apparently Bra and Marron had warped her mind.
Goten was standing near the two, sweatdropping and laughing manically at his niece, and a girl with slightly wavy, long black hair and three eyes hovered behind him with a camera, apparently unnoticed. Molly was the first to spot them, and with a delighted squeal she grabbed Megan's arm and hauled the girl towards the fountain. Bra and Marron meandered behind, causing wide eyed glances from some random teenage guys that probably had gone out with the two at some time or another.
Piccolo stared blankly at the two girls as usual, his face emotionless. He nodded his head in a slight greeting, and Megan pried herself from Molly's grip and sidled up to him, sitting down on the edge of the fountain and playing with her skirt.
Now, the blonde, on the other hand, had stopped dead at the sight of Pan clinging to Trunks' arm, and a huge surge of jealousey attacked her. "...hi Trunks!" She attempted, plastering a huge grin on her face. The spoken to teenager turned his head towards her and his jaw DROPPED.
"Molly?" He squeaked, hardly recognizing the girl. "The one and only!" Megan was peering around Piccolo in curiosety, and Pan was glaring death towards the blonde. "WHO are YOU?" "I could ask the same thing of you." Molly was instantly on the defense, her voice taking on a hiss. She did, in fact, KNOW who Pan was, but she didn't care to let onto the fact.
"I asked you first." Trunks stared a little worriedly between the two, ignoring the way Molly's ki had shot up. Half of the Z fighters were staring at the two, most curiousely at Molly and Megan.
"That doesn't mean I have to answer first. You're the one clinging to Trunks-chan like a lovesick puppy!" "Trunks-CHAN?" Pan's eyes took on a warning glare, and she let go of him, straightening.
"Who do you think you're talking to, little girl?"
"Apparently not someone very important."
Piccolo was about to put a stop to this when Trunks dodged between the two, his eyes a little panicked. "Whoa whoa whoa! Cool it, you two! Pan, this is my new student, Molly... Molly, this is Pan. She's Gohan's and Vi--" "I know who she is." The girl replied with a furrowed brow, turning away from her and instantly beaming again.
"You're quiet, Meggy!"
The girl jumped at being addressed, smacking Piccolo's elbow with her forehead. *...ouch.* "What? Oh! Yeah. I suppose I am." She laughed nervousely, stopping abruptly and then starting again. She was acting a little weirder then... usual.
Trunks was currently watching Pan walk off with Bra and Marron, scowling and jabbing her thumb towards him. He vaguely picked up the words "jerk" and "stupid", and he blushed a little bit.
Goten finally spoke up as Molly sat next to Trunks, grinning madly again, his voice trying to sound smooth and sexy. "So... you're Trunks' new student, are you?" Molly raised her eyebrows at him oddly. "Er... yeah." "He made a good choice..." Trunks sweatdropped, and the black haired girl that had been lurking with the camera was suddenly upon Goten, her eyes watery.
"GOTEN!"
The boy squealed very girlishly and tumbled onto the grass with the girl sitting on his stomach, her camera hidden from sight by now. "...WHAT, Almuzero?" He whimpered quietly, staring at her three huge green eyes.
"Let's go play video games!" "...Almu, it's a party." "Yeah?" She stared at him blankly, still perched on his stomach. Molly and Megan were watching in curiosety, but apparently their two teachers witnessed this alot, because they were completely disinterested.
"...So, we're supposed to PARTY. Not play video games." "But GOTEN! I got that new game you've been wanting to play!" The girl whined, her eyes wide. "...Which one?"
"That ONE!"
"Huh?"
"Just come ON, I'll SHOW you!" This "Almuzero" crawled off of Goten's stomach, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "Where is it?" "In the living room..." She giggled as he stood up and started in that direction. Trunks rolled his eyes at her. "You didn't get another new one just to play with him, did you?" "Are you calling me pathetic?" The girl with three eyes asked defensively, brushing off her jeans and bright green tanktop.
"You? Pathetic? No... not Almuzero!" The girl smacked the lavender haired boy upside the head, then smiled charmingly at Megan and Molly. "I'm Almuzero! We should hang out sometime or something!" With that being said, she took off in the same direction Goten had gone, her eyes sparkling.
The two girls blinked at each other. "What just happened?" Trunks grinned, and Piccolo grunted. "That's Almuzero. She's Tien's and Lunch's daughter. She's spastic and hyperactive. You'd probably get along quite nicely."
"More than likely!" The two girls said in unison, then burst into giggles. It was about this time that Goku came out of nowhere, reaching towards Molly's 'wings' with a rabid expression on his face.
(You are now going to be let into a terrible inside joke... now to share with the world...)
"Wiiings... I want wings! Can I have wings?" Molly 'eeped!' and backed away, into Trunks, who was trying not to burst into laughter. Megan was staring, wide eyed, a little frightened. "No! Wings!" Molly coughed, smiling. "Uh... they're fake, I'm sorry!" "No! Wings!" "...Kami..."
~*~
Okay, YES it's short! YES it's silly and it took forever to get out. But the fact of the matter is I'm ALIVE! I love you all ~cackles madly~. I started a Megan/Molly kiss doll. And it's all kind of scary. Preeeetty! Baaiiiiii! ~Chestnut Wind
By Chestnut Wind
"Say, Trunks?" Molly's upbeat voice cut through his silent reverie as he glided along in the air next to his student, captivated by the way her golden hair fluttered and the way her ki radiated off of her features.
"...Mmf?" Came Trunks' mumbled reply as he glanced away from her large brown eyes. Megan was peering over Piccolo's broad shoulders to her friend now, intruiged by the note in the blonde's voice. That always meant she was planning something... odd. The girl's green teacher just continued to stare idly ahead at nothing, keeping his fierce grip upon a slender wrist, just to make sure she didn't suddenly drop out of the air.
"Do we have to wear our GIS to the party? I mean, there HAS to be some clothes that Bra has that she wouldn't miss and--" Molly was cut off as Megan frantically interrupted. "Whoawhoa WHOA! Hold your horsies, girly! Uh, have you seen the way Bra.... DRESSES?" This was greeted by a blank 'get a life' stare. "So?"
And there she goeeeeees! She falls through the air, with the greatest of ease, a very undaring young girl with no flying trapeeze! Luckily Piccolo still had hold of the bodily appendage known as an arm, so she didn't have far to go before she got fiercely yanked back up, Piccolo not even glancing aside.
Tutting to herself softly, Megan regained her composure and sidled a little closer to her muscular sensei. "...So? Since when have all your morals dissapeared, Molly?" This manner of speaking could best be described as a moail- a moan/wail.
"Since I met Trunksie!" Wow, now there are THREE people.... er.... one person and two aliens falling through the air in a pitiful attempt at facefaulting in the air! "Nonononono! Come baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaacccccck!" Screeching. Poor lifeforms, their flight interrupted by high pitched soundwaves. Trunks lifted back up next to Molly, both eyebrows raised at her and his cheeks burning. "...EH?!"
"I was KIDDING! Hehehehe! Geez, you can't even take a JOKE! Hmph!" By this time, Piccolo was back up to the height he was at before, his mouth twitching a bit but his face still otherwise passive, with a swirly eyed Megan dangling from his secure grip.
"...OH! Yeah, I knew you were... KIDDING!" Trunks gulped. The girl was a bit scary sometimes.
"Are you going to answer my question, then?" She demanded oh so Molly-ish like, drifting along on her back. "...Sure. Yeah, you could probably go raid Bra's closet...." "WHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
~*~
It was about five minutes later that Megan and Molly were trying to avoid the screeching of "THIS WOULD LOOK SO SEXY ON YOU!!" and "Megan, you'd make guys DROOL in this one!" as they sorted through Bra's closet.
Marron, unfortunately, had joined in on the er... fun, and she was currently trying to make Megan wear a bikini top with short shorts. Molly had growled enough that neither of them dared touch her, but they were still tossing skimpy articles of clothing at the blonde.
"Oh for the love of KAMI!" Molly threw her hands in the air. "I picked my clothes! Now, stop!" Megan had already scampered into the bathroom with her choices, so she was safe for the time being.
"Aww, but don't you want to wear this?" Bra held up a red corset that was meant to push a girl's chest up, and Molly's eyes widened. "Absolutely not! I refuse--" She was cut off as Megan waltzed out of the bathroom, a grin plastered on her face. Her long legs were hidden by an emerald green, ankle length skirt with slits up the side. All that adorned her feet were lime green flipflops, and she had on a bright green, spagetti strap tanktop. A green sweater was tied around her neck, and she beamed.
"Well, what do you think?" Molly whooped and clapped, and Bra and Marron surveyed her. "Hmm. Skimpy, but not TOO skimpy. Very green." Marron nodded as Bra spoke, then poked Molly. "Go get dressed!"
With a disgruntled grumble the blonde hopped into the bathroom. As she changed, she mused on her situation. It was certainly an unbelievable one. Trunks was training her, she was living in Japan with her best friend... Distracted, she didn't notice as her right arm faded from existance. By the time she looked down, the flesh had reformed itself. "I'm coming out!" She yelled through the door, and pushed it open. She looked completely different.
Long legs were clad in blue plaid flare hiphuggers, a navy blue mini skirt with black vinyl bondage straps over the top. On her upper body, she wore a black muscle tank with grommet straps on the arms. Her height was increased by black cargo boots. But the most impressive part of her outfit was gorgeous blue and purple faerie wings strapped to her back. With a giggle, she spun around.
"Well? What do you guys think?" Both Bra and Marron were giving her a 'freak!' look, but Megan's face was alight. "That is SO you!" "Isn't it though? Now let's go PARTAY!"
~*~
It just so happened that the party was in the back yard of Capsule Corp., with almost all of the living Z fighters there. Apparently Bulma had thrown in it a second's notice, something about 'congratulating' Trunks and Piccolo, whatever that meant.
Trunks and Piccolo were standing awkwardly at a fountain, and Trunks had aquired a new arm attachment: a black haired girl by the name of Pan. She had abandoned her orange bandana and was dressed in a short red skirt with a black peasent top. Apparently Bra and Marron had warped her mind.
Goten was standing near the two, sweatdropping and laughing manically at his niece, and a girl with slightly wavy, long black hair and three eyes hovered behind him with a camera, apparently unnoticed. Molly was the first to spot them, and with a delighted squeal she grabbed Megan's arm and hauled the girl towards the fountain. Bra and Marron meandered behind, causing wide eyed glances from some random teenage guys that probably had gone out with the two at some time or another.
Piccolo stared blankly at the two girls as usual, his face emotionless. He nodded his head in a slight greeting, and Megan pried herself from Molly's grip and sidled up to him, sitting down on the edge of the fountain and playing with her skirt.
Now, the blonde, on the other hand, had stopped dead at the sight of Pan clinging to Trunks' arm, and a huge surge of jealousey attacked her. "...hi Trunks!" She attempted, plastering a huge grin on her face. The spoken to teenager turned his head towards her and his jaw DROPPED.
"Molly?" He squeaked, hardly recognizing the girl. "The one and only!" Megan was peering around Piccolo in curiosety, and Pan was glaring death towards the blonde. "WHO are YOU?" "I could ask the same thing of you." Molly was instantly on the defense, her voice taking on a hiss. She did, in fact, KNOW who Pan was, but she didn't care to let onto the fact.
"I asked you first." Trunks stared a little worriedly between the two, ignoring the way Molly's ki had shot up. Half of the Z fighters were staring at the two, most curiousely at Molly and Megan.
"That doesn't mean I have to answer first. You're the one clinging to Trunks-chan like a lovesick puppy!" "Trunks-CHAN?" Pan's eyes took on a warning glare, and she let go of him, straightening.
"Who do you think you're talking to, little girl?"
"Apparently not someone very important."
Piccolo was about to put a stop to this when Trunks dodged between the two, his eyes a little panicked. "Whoa whoa whoa! Cool it, you two! Pan, this is my new student, Molly... Molly, this is Pan. She's Gohan's and Vi--" "I know who she is." The girl replied with a furrowed brow, turning away from her and instantly beaming again.
"You're quiet, Meggy!"
The girl jumped at being addressed, smacking Piccolo's elbow with her forehead. *...ouch.* "What? Oh! Yeah. I suppose I am." She laughed nervousely, stopping abruptly and then starting again. She was acting a little weirder then... usual.
Trunks was currently watching Pan walk off with Bra and Marron, scowling and jabbing her thumb towards him. He vaguely picked up the words "jerk" and "stupid", and he blushed a little bit.
Goten finally spoke up as Molly sat next to Trunks, grinning madly again, his voice trying to sound smooth and sexy. "So... you're Trunks' new student, are you?" Molly raised her eyebrows at him oddly. "Er... yeah." "He made a good choice..." Trunks sweatdropped, and the black haired girl that had been lurking with the camera was suddenly upon Goten, her eyes watery.
"GOTEN!"
The boy squealed very girlishly and tumbled onto the grass with the girl sitting on his stomach, her camera hidden from sight by now. "...WHAT, Almuzero?" He whimpered quietly, staring at her three huge green eyes.
"Let's go play video games!" "...Almu, it's a party." "Yeah?" She stared at him blankly, still perched on his stomach. Molly and Megan were watching in curiosety, but apparently their two teachers witnessed this alot, because they were completely disinterested.
"...So, we're supposed to PARTY. Not play video games." "But GOTEN! I got that new game you've been wanting to play!" The girl whined, her eyes wide. "...Which one?"
"That ONE!"
"Huh?"
"Just come ON, I'll SHOW you!" This "Almuzero" crawled off of Goten's stomach, and he breathed a sigh of relief. "Where is it?" "In the living room..." She giggled as he stood up and started in that direction. Trunks rolled his eyes at her. "You didn't get another new one just to play with him, did you?" "Are you calling me pathetic?" The girl with three eyes asked defensively, brushing off her jeans and bright green tanktop.
"You? Pathetic? No... not Almuzero!" The girl smacked the lavender haired boy upside the head, then smiled charmingly at Megan and Molly. "I'm Almuzero! We should hang out sometime or something!" With that being said, she took off in the same direction Goten had gone, her eyes sparkling.
The two girls blinked at each other. "What just happened?" Trunks grinned, and Piccolo grunted. "That's Almuzero. She's Tien's and Lunch's daughter. She's spastic and hyperactive. You'd probably get along quite nicely."
"More than likely!" The two girls said in unison, then burst into giggles. It was about this time that Goku came out of nowhere, reaching towards Molly's 'wings' with a rabid expression on his face.
(You are now going to be let into a terrible inside joke... now to share with the world...)
"Wiiings... I want wings! Can I have wings?" Molly 'eeped!' and backed away, into Trunks, who was trying not to burst into laughter. Megan was staring, wide eyed, a little frightened. "No! Wings!" Molly coughed, smiling. "Uh... they're fake, I'm sorry!" "No! Wings!" "...Kami..."
~*~
Okay, YES it's short! YES it's silly and it took forever to get out. But the fact of the matter is I'm ALIVE! I love you all ~cackles madly~. I started a Megan/Molly kiss doll. And it's all kind of scary. Preeeetty! Baaiiiiii! ~Chestnut Wind