Spike walked into the kitchen, intent on getting some breakfast. What he didn't expect was a G-ra, half asleep in her bowl of cereal.
" Wake up cuz. We gotta get to school." He said, with a gentle smack to her head. She woke up, milk dripping off her chin, charcoal eyes looking around the dimly lit kitchen with slight confusion registering on her face. Spike grabbed a miffin and sat down, waiting for his cousin to finish her breakfast. She did so, without a word to the blond nineteen year old at the end of the tablle, even though she knew he was concerned, as she looked like the living dead this morning.
"Where were you all last night? You look beat. Maybe you should just stay home." Spike offered, buttering his muffin.
"Hae to go to school. You might get lost on your way home and I have a major test today." She replied, just before she was about to nod off into her cheerios.
" have oyu seen Mizaya? I haven't seen her since she left for school yesterday." Spike asked, taking a bite out of the chocolate chip muffin.
" She ran away. Last I heard of her, she was in the city." The blue haired girl got up and walked over to the sink, pouring out the remains of her cereal. She grabbed her bookbag and walked out the door with the nineteen year old right behind her.
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Vegeta woke to an empty bed. She had left, just as Piccolo had expected. He checked out and walked around on the streets for the better part of the day. Piccolo appeared in front of him.
" Did you get her?" The saijin prince asked.
" No. The damn kid escaped without either of us knowing!" Piccolo roared. And so she had. Smart as she was, she could sstill manage to be failing at school. Which is why once a week, Picolo and Vegeta would quiz her on her homework instead of training. Even though she could easily beat both of them without breaking a sweat, she didn't. They were her best friends, like it or not. Although right now, she was acting more like a pain in the butt. The sky had clouded over and a light drizzle had started. They both took off for home, niether wanting to break the news to Gohan. Both of the Z fighters were tired and needed some rest. Vegeta hadn't bothered to sleep like he normally did, and only got in a few hours sleep. Those few hours had been fatal, for both of them and would be on Gohans heart. Reluctantly they walked in the front door. And into an empty house.
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Mizaya walked into the stable, waving at poeple who reconized her, as one of their fellow riders. She walked up to her horses stall and leaned over, so her feet were off the ground to pet the totally black horse. He snorted and shoved his nose into her palm.
" You ready for a long day of riding buddy?" She asked, dropping her school bag on the floor, which she surprisingly hadn't lost yet.
" Why the hard day of riding?" Her instructor asked, from behind her.
" I was planning on taing him on a comping trip in the woods. I thought he might like to get out." Mizaya lied, knowing she was going to use him as an escape vehicle.
" That's good. All your tack is in the room, along with anything else you'll need." He teacher offered. Mizaya thanked her and went into the room, grabbing anything she thought she'd need. She tacked up her horse, then brought him outside and mounted him. She nudged him with her heels and he took off at a lope. She disappeared into the woods just as a car pulled into the driveway.
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G-Ra was sitting at the table and Spike was sitting beside her. When they walked in the door Spike had stood up.
" We got called out of school because there was an accident." He looked at the floor and G-ra buried her head in her arms.
" Gohan and 18 were killed in an accident. It's the second time for Gohan, so he can't be wished back and 18 was an android, so there was nothing they could do for her." He said, his voice almost a whisper. Even if he had only known the both of them for a day, he felt a connecion with them. He could feel Piccolo and Vegeta staring at him. G-ra sobbed, the sound of it muffled from the table. WHat a few shitty days it had been. Mizaya decides to run off because her father finds a knife with blood on it, Then he gets into a car accident, and dies, and to top it all off both tenns had missed the day at school.
" Fuck it all to hell!" Vegeta yelled pounding on the table.
" She's being a pain in the ass. I hope she knows that." G-ra growled.
" You to need to go to the city, try and find out where she is. It's your shift." Piccolo announced, going out the door. Both of the teens followed him out the door and took off towards the city.
"Why do you think she was doing this?" Spike asked his cousin.
" Running away? I have no clue." G-ra said, not being able to tell him that Mizaya had been cutting herself. She was only sixteen, and shouldn't be doing anything like that. In fact, she shouldn't be out training everday until supper either, but not every saijin chose to live the normal life. G-ra, not wanting to fly anymore, landed softly on the ground just outside a forest. This had been where she and Mizaya had spent most of their childhood when Mizaya wasn't being trained. The blue haired eighteen year old demi saijin walked into the woods, leaving her nineteen year old cousin to follow her. The faint souns of hoofbeats was just fading when G-ra spotted her on the main path.
: Split up." She whispered, going into the woods at the left. Spike went to the right. When he tripped through a bush and looked up, he was looking right at Mizaya.
" What are you doing here?" She demanded, getting down on her knees to look me in the eye.
" Uh, camping?" Spike offered. She snorted in disgust and mounted her horse.
" I better get moving, if it's you guys after me." She said, and with a flick of the reins she was off again. Spike could only watch her go, mostly because his neck was stuck in the bush.
" G-ra! A little help pleasE?" He shouted into the forest.
" Wake up cuz. We gotta get to school." He said, with a gentle smack to her head. She woke up, milk dripping off her chin, charcoal eyes looking around the dimly lit kitchen with slight confusion registering on her face. Spike grabbed a miffin and sat down, waiting for his cousin to finish her breakfast. She did so, without a word to the blond nineteen year old at the end of the tablle, even though she knew he was concerned, as she looked like the living dead this morning.
"Where were you all last night? You look beat. Maybe you should just stay home." Spike offered, buttering his muffin.
"Hae to go to school. You might get lost on your way home and I have a major test today." She replied, just before she was about to nod off into her cheerios.
" have oyu seen Mizaya? I haven't seen her since she left for school yesterday." Spike asked, taking a bite out of the chocolate chip muffin.
" She ran away. Last I heard of her, she was in the city." The blue haired girl got up and walked over to the sink, pouring out the remains of her cereal. She grabbed her bookbag and walked out the door with the nineteen year old right behind her.
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Vegeta woke to an empty bed. She had left, just as Piccolo had expected. He checked out and walked around on the streets for the better part of the day. Piccolo appeared in front of him.
" Did you get her?" The saijin prince asked.
" No. The damn kid escaped without either of us knowing!" Piccolo roared. And so she had. Smart as she was, she could sstill manage to be failing at school. Which is why once a week, Picolo and Vegeta would quiz her on her homework instead of training. Even though she could easily beat both of them without breaking a sweat, she didn't. They were her best friends, like it or not. Although right now, she was acting more like a pain in the butt. The sky had clouded over and a light drizzle had started. They both took off for home, niether wanting to break the news to Gohan. Both of the Z fighters were tired and needed some rest. Vegeta hadn't bothered to sleep like he normally did, and only got in a few hours sleep. Those few hours had been fatal, for both of them and would be on Gohans heart. Reluctantly they walked in the front door. And into an empty house.
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Mizaya walked into the stable, waving at poeple who reconized her, as one of their fellow riders. She walked up to her horses stall and leaned over, so her feet were off the ground to pet the totally black horse. He snorted and shoved his nose into her palm.
" You ready for a long day of riding buddy?" She asked, dropping her school bag on the floor, which she surprisingly hadn't lost yet.
" Why the hard day of riding?" Her instructor asked, from behind her.
" I was planning on taing him on a comping trip in the woods. I thought he might like to get out." Mizaya lied, knowing she was going to use him as an escape vehicle.
" That's good. All your tack is in the room, along with anything else you'll need." He teacher offered. Mizaya thanked her and went into the room, grabbing anything she thought she'd need. She tacked up her horse, then brought him outside and mounted him. She nudged him with her heels and he took off at a lope. She disappeared into the woods just as a car pulled into the driveway.
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G-Ra was sitting at the table and Spike was sitting beside her. When they walked in the door Spike had stood up.
" We got called out of school because there was an accident." He looked at the floor and G-ra buried her head in her arms.
" Gohan and 18 were killed in an accident. It's the second time for Gohan, so he can't be wished back and 18 was an android, so there was nothing they could do for her." He said, his voice almost a whisper. Even if he had only known the both of them for a day, he felt a connecion with them. He could feel Piccolo and Vegeta staring at him. G-ra sobbed, the sound of it muffled from the table. WHat a few shitty days it had been. Mizaya decides to run off because her father finds a knife with blood on it, Then he gets into a car accident, and dies, and to top it all off both tenns had missed the day at school.
" Fuck it all to hell!" Vegeta yelled pounding on the table.
" She's being a pain in the ass. I hope she knows that." G-ra growled.
" You to need to go to the city, try and find out where she is. It's your shift." Piccolo announced, going out the door. Both of the teens followed him out the door and took off towards the city.
"Why do you think she was doing this?" Spike asked his cousin.
" Running away? I have no clue." G-ra said, not being able to tell him that Mizaya had been cutting herself. She was only sixteen, and shouldn't be doing anything like that. In fact, she shouldn't be out training everday until supper either, but not every saijin chose to live the normal life. G-ra, not wanting to fly anymore, landed softly on the ground just outside a forest. This had been where she and Mizaya had spent most of their childhood when Mizaya wasn't being trained. The blue haired eighteen year old demi saijin walked into the woods, leaving her nineteen year old cousin to follow her. The faint souns of hoofbeats was just fading when G-ra spotted her on the main path.
: Split up." She whispered, going into the woods at the left. Spike went to the right. When he tripped through a bush and looked up, he was looking right at Mizaya.
" What are you doing here?" She demanded, getting down on her knees to look me in the eye.
" Uh, camping?" Spike offered. She snorted in disgust and mounted her horse.
" I better get moving, if it's you guys after me." She said, and with a flick of the reins she was off again. Spike could only watch her go, mostly because his neck was stuck in the bush.
" G-ra! A little help pleasE?" He shouted into the forest.