(((Ok, it's about time I updated this. I need a break from Vegeta's story
anyway. As you could tell from the previous chapter (which I have found
unfixable) it was the first thing I ever posted, and therefore, lacking all
the little tricks I know now (what with the conflict between word and
ffnet) so, without further ado, I shall denounce any ownership to DBZ, GT,
or the mythological AF, and resume this story whilst typing to the music of
adema. (ahh, adema. And you wonder where I get all my inspiration.) I have
deemed "the way you like it" as Vegeta's song. So there. (ok, that one and
NIN's "I wanna fuck you like an animal") but Vegeta is barely mentioned in
this story, so I'm just going to write and stop wasting your precious
time.))))
*Trunks saunters in, looking around and yawning* yeah, like I'm supposed to comment or something, but I'm gonna go score a joint instead. Peace. *makes peace sign, begins to leave but author stands in his way, frowning ominously*
A: no, I need you to be clear-headed if I'm going to use you in my story. And besides, you're eight. You can't score much of anything, including a joint.
T: *smirks all Vegeta-like, nudging her with an elbow* think I could score with you?
A: sure.
T: HELL YES!! *makes another peace sign at camera*
A: in another ten years.
T: *falls over*
-Catch me if you can!-
The day was waning brilliantly, the crimson sun turning the thin stratus clouds haloing it metallic with shimmering orange and pink. The hills and trees looked rosy in the blush of the sunset, and faintly, far off in the distance, a loon trilled mournfully, casting a strange mysterious beauty on the darkening woods.
He sighed as he took it all in: the untouched splendor of his own backyard. He smiled with reminiscence, resting a hand on the tree trunk as he stood on the bow of his favorite tree. Yes, he had picked the perfect place for his children to grow up in, seemingly not so very long ago. Time never seemed to faze him much, even if it was a killer and a thief to the normal inhabitants of planet earth. It almost seemed unfair.
Yet as he watched the westering sun, he had to realize that this world was constantly shifting rapidly, and would someday perish, whether at the hands of some evil anomaly from space or hell, or by the hands of the unassuming humans themselves. Would he be left alone, after everything else had died? Would he even outlive his own family, his endearing yet tempestuous wife, his dearest friends....
His own children? Grandchildren? Great-grandchildren? Perish the thought! He shook his head, once again pushing aside uncomfortable reality until he needed it (which he never really did). But one thing that really bothered him and would not be pushed away was that he could not outlive one.
None other than the prince of the saiyans. And he had absolutely no humor on top of that, which would make his endurance intolerable. Especially if he couldn't get him to play cards. And what kind of friendship is that if you can't even play cards? What a downer.
Suddenly his extrasensory saiyan olfactory picked up the telltale aroma of Chichi's cooking. He smiled, lighting delicately from the tree (so as not to break the limb) and shot through the canopy of leaves, rocketing homeward. Yeah, right on! Chicken curry and rice! Hope she made enough....
}~*~{
Cindi hesitated, looking up at her mother as if she had gone daft.
"Nu-uh" she stated, shaking her head, this movement in turn tasseling her pigtails.
"Huni, mommy won't get hurt. Just try."
"but, the dinosaur on TV said that fighting is bad."
This caused Gohan to laugh loudly from inside the house. "Oh, my, if the dinosaur said so, it HAS to be true!" he remarked amusedly, leaning back in his chair to look out the window.
"SHUT UP AND GET BACK TO WORK!!" the livid mother bellowed, growing fangs for a few seconds, in turn scaring Cindi into a fetal position at the foot of a nearby tree.
"Oh, sweetie, it's ok, come to mommy..."
She obeyed, twirling a lock of hair around a chubby finger while she again looked innocently up at her mother.
"Now, you make a fist, like this-" she began, balling a hand and moving her thumb to accentuate that it was outside the fist.
"ok... but the dinosaur-"
"Hunni, the dinosaur isn't real."
The child's eyes suddenly welled with tears, her lip quivering. "He's not?"
"No, sweetie. Real dinosaurs are big, ugly and dangerous with razor sharp teeth and claws."
Cindi whimpered, then broke into a full fit of sorrow for the loss of her imaginary television friend.
"I'll never wear my barney underwear agaaaaaiiiiin!!" she wailed.
"Sorry, huni, truth hurts."
"You killed him!!!"
"I what?"
The child clenched her tiny fists, trembling with rage.
"You killed him!!"
"I didn't kill anyone."
The toddler suddenly leapt at her mother and punched her squarely in the nose. Chichi staggered back, hands cupped over the assaulted region, eyes wide with disbelief.
In realizing what she had just done, Cindi shed tears anew for her mother's pain, clinging to one of her legs while apologizing thoroughly.
"I'm sawwy, mummi, I didn't mean toooo!!!"
"No, no, that was good, sweetie!" she reassured the child, drawing back her hands which were smeared with blood. This caused Cindi to wail louder.
"I killed mommyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!"
"Sweetie, last time I checked, I was still breathing."
"Oh. Nevewmind."
"What killed who?" Goku said, sticking his head out the door and blinking stupidly.
"No one. Nothing got killed. INCLUDING Barney." She said this last sentence to the child, who was now entertaining herself with chasing crickets and had forgotten completely the discord earlier mentioned. This caused the mother to emit an aggravated sigh as she pinched her nose to try to stop the bleeding.
"What? OH!" the father finally noticed that his beloved had blood trickling down her face and ran back inside to get a towel or bandaids or something. He couldn't think straight. He hated blood.
He rushed back out a few moments later, both aforementioned items in hand, frantically dabbing at her face with a moist cloth. She snatched it from him, reprimanding him for poking her in the eye, and held the cloth to her nose, fuming silently.
"Hun, I don't think you should train the kids anymore." He voiced, watching her with concern.
"No, I'm fine. It's just a little blood. My nose isn't broken..." she felt the bridge of her nose, wincing. "at least I hope not."
He drew a comforting arm around her shoulder, pulling her close with an expression of fretfulness crossing his innocent features. "Babe, she just about took your nose off..."
"and over Barney too." Gohan shouted from his desk, turning a page of his book.
"Just let me train her." He interrupted before she could argue. She frowned up at him for a few moments, then gave beneath those big childlike black eyes.
"Fine. But after schoolwork and before dinner, no longer." She warned, her voice somewhat muffled by the now-bloody cloth.
And then he gave her one of those gleeful bear hugs she hated. "You won't regret this! I promise!"
"Whenever you say that, I always seem to in the end." She wheezed.
}~*~{
"YOU GAYWAD!!! You made my guy die!!"
"I'm not as gay as YOU are, Gaylord. And you got in the way."
"For the love of mercy, do you even know what gay means???" Gohan interrupted the two boys playing their video game on the living room floor.
They both ignored him and continued to click buttons frantically. Trunks nudged Goten sharply, causing him to lose control of his joystick, and thence causing an agonizing scream to sound from the TV.
"You killed my guy again!!!! You're gayer than I thought!!" Goten shouted, shoving his best and only friend.
"Guys, please, let's just not use that word, ok?" Gohan pleaded.
"Ok, Trunks said, then smirked. "how about fuck? Is that a good word to use?"
Gohan practically fell out of his chair. He threw his book down and stood. (AN-wow, don't piss Gohan off, he's like insane Quatre when he's angry!)
"I'm about ready to call your mother! No, wait, ill call MY mother. How would you like that!!??"
Trunks squeaked and quickly apologized. Goten giggled.
"What about that word your dad uses?"
"Sheoken?"
"No, the bad one."
"audo?"
"Guys, bad words in any language are still bad words. Can we please just not and say we did?"
"Fiiiiiiine." Both boys whined, then resumed their game.
Cindi came skipping out of her room, humming something off the n*sync CD her mother got her. (AN- I wouldn't know which song. I hate n*sync. It's just that all little girls love that sort of crap)
"Hi Trunks."
"... hey..." he was engrossed with trying to kill Goten at that moment.
"Wanna spar?"
"HA!"
"I mean it."
"Maybe in three years. Maybe four." Goten remarked, ramming Trunks as he plunged his sword in for the kill.
"Now...." She grinned. "or are you afraid of getting beaten by a girl?"
Both boys looked at her as if she were mentally ill.
"I do believe she's challenging us." Trunks observed.
"Nope, just you." she announced happily.
The older boy smacked the younger when he began to taunt him with kissing noises.
"Fine. But I'm not getting in trouble with the almighty troll- ah, I mean your mother- if you get hurt, so let's just have a race. You still up to it?"
"Yup, sure am!" She then bounced with glee toward the door.
"This I can't miss." Goten said, chuckling and following his friend and sister out the door.
}~*~{
"Ready..."
They stood side by side, one a foot taller than the other.
"Set..."
Both dropped to the ground, digging their right feet into the dirt for leverage, just like the Olympic guys on TV. They looked so cool when they did that!
".... GOLDFISH!!!"
Cindi went face-first into the dirt.
"HA!! Ok, seriously......gggGOBSTOPPERS!!"
Trunks punched Goten roughly in the leg, causing him to emit a painful laugh.
" ok, GO!!"
and the race began.
To Trunks' surprise, the girl was keeping up with him. He strived still faster, now causing the short grass and the leaves of some trees to rustle as they shot past.
Still, she stayed right by his side, even turning her head to smirk at him as she began to push ahead.
"give up, kid, you're too small." Trunks shouted over the thundering of feet.
"I know, but ill look a whole lot smaller in a second!" she giggled, then burst into energy flame and caused a small sonic boom as she soared ahead. She was right. She did look a whole lot smaller.
"NO FAIR!!!" Trunks protested, blasting into his golden-haired form and rocketing to catch up.
Just then Goten appeared, no doubt declaring the spot where he stood as the finish line. Cindi powered down in an instant, landing on one foot daintily and spinning like a ballerina in mockery. Trunks touched down and glared daggers at Goten.
"Sorry, Trunks you weren't fast enough. I declare the winner to be CINDI! And shall evermore have permission to taunt Trunks mercilessly!" he declared triumphantly, raising his sister's hand like a referee would a winning boxer.
"Damn you, Goten. And dad is NEVER going to find out about this!! NEVER!! You hear me??? You tell ANYONE and I swear to God, I'll-"
((To Be Continued in our next exciting episode of DBALT!! Either called "the treehouse" or "black eyes" I haven't decided)))
*Trunks saunters in, looking around and yawning* yeah, like I'm supposed to comment or something, but I'm gonna go score a joint instead. Peace. *makes peace sign, begins to leave but author stands in his way, frowning ominously*
A: no, I need you to be clear-headed if I'm going to use you in my story. And besides, you're eight. You can't score much of anything, including a joint.
T: *smirks all Vegeta-like, nudging her with an elbow* think I could score with you?
A: sure.
T: HELL YES!! *makes another peace sign at camera*
A: in another ten years.
T: *falls over*
-Catch me if you can!-
The day was waning brilliantly, the crimson sun turning the thin stratus clouds haloing it metallic with shimmering orange and pink. The hills and trees looked rosy in the blush of the sunset, and faintly, far off in the distance, a loon trilled mournfully, casting a strange mysterious beauty on the darkening woods.
He sighed as he took it all in: the untouched splendor of his own backyard. He smiled with reminiscence, resting a hand on the tree trunk as he stood on the bow of his favorite tree. Yes, he had picked the perfect place for his children to grow up in, seemingly not so very long ago. Time never seemed to faze him much, even if it was a killer and a thief to the normal inhabitants of planet earth. It almost seemed unfair.
Yet as he watched the westering sun, he had to realize that this world was constantly shifting rapidly, and would someday perish, whether at the hands of some evil anomaly from space or hell, or by the hands of the unassuming humans themselves. Would he be left alone, after everything else had died? Would he even outlive his own family, his endearing yet tempestuous wife, his dearest friends....
His own children? Grandchildren? Great-grandchildren? Perish the thought! He shook his head, once again pushing aside uncomfortable reality until he needed it (which he never really did). But one thing that really bothered him and would not be pushed away was that he could not outlive one.
None other than the prince of the saiyans. And he had absolutely no humor on top of that, which would make his endurance intolerable. Especially if he couldn't get him to play cards. And what kind of friendship is that if you can't even play cards? What a downer.
Suddenly his extrasensory saiyan olfactory picked up the telltale aroma of Chichi's cooking. He smiled, lighting delicately from the tree (so as not to break the limb) and shot through the canopy of leaves, rocketing homeward. Yeah, right on! Chicken curry and rice! Hope she made enough....
}~*~{
Cindi hesitated, looking up at her mother as if she had gone daft.
"Nu-uh" she stated, shaking her head, this movement in turn tasseling her pigtails.
"Huni, mommy won't get hurt. Just try."
"but, the dinosaur on TV said that fighting is bad."
This caused Gohan to laugh loudly from inside the house. "Oh, my, if the dinosaur said so, it HAS to be true!" he remarked amusedly, leaning back in his chair to look out the window.
"SHUT UP AND GET BACK TO WORK!!" the livid mother bellowed, growing fangs for a few seconds, in turn scaring Cindi into a fetal position at the foot of a nearby tree.
"Oh, sweetie, it's ok, come to mommy..."
She obeyed, twirling a lock of hair around a chubby finger while she again looked innocently up at her mother.
"Now, you make a fist, like this-" she began, balling a hand and moving her thumb to accentuate that it was outside the fist.
"ok... but the dinosaur-"
"Hunni, the dinosaur isn't real."
The child's eyes suddenly welled with tears, her lip quivering. "He's not?"
"No, sweetie. Real dinosaurs are big, ugly and dangerous with razor sharp teeth and claws."
Cindi whimpered, then broke into a full fit of sorrow for the loss of her imaginary television friend.
"I'll never wear my barney underwear agaaaaaiiiiin!!" she wailed.
"Sorry, huni, truth hurts."
"You killed him!!!"
"I what?"
The child clenched her tiny fists, trembling with rage.
"You killed him!!"
"I didn't kill anyone."
The toddler suddenly leapt at her mother and punched her squarely in the nose. Chichi staggered back, hands cupped over the assaulted region, eyes wide with disbelief.
In realizing what she had just done, Cindi shed tears anew for her mother's pain, clinging to one of her legs while apologizing thoroughly.
"I'm sawwy, mummi, I didn't mean toooo!!!"
"No, no, that was good, sweetie!" she reassured the child, drawing back her hands which were smeared with blood. This caused Cindi to wail louder.
"I killed mommyyyyyyyyyyyy!!!"
"Sweetie, last time I checked, I was still breathing."
"Oh. Nevewmind."
"What killed who?" Goku said, sticking his head out the door and blinking stupidly.
"No one. Nothing got killed. INCLUDING Barney." She said this last sentence to the child, who was now entertaining herself with chasing crickets and had forgotten completely the discord earlier mentioned. This caused the mother to emit an aggravated sigh as she pinched her nose to try to stop the bleeding.
"What? OH!" the father finally noticed that his beloved had blood trickling down her face and ran back inside to get a towel or bandaids or something. He couldn't think straight. He hated blood.
He rushed back out a few moments later, both aforementioned items in hand, frantically dabbing at her face with a moist cloth. She snatched it from him, reprimanding him for poking her in the eye, and held the cloth to her nose, fuming silently.
"Hun, I don't think you should train the kids anymore." He voiced, watching her with concern.
"No, I'm fine. It's just a little blood. My nose isn't broken..." she felt the bridge of her nose, wincing. "at least I hope not."
He drew a comforting arm around her shoulder, pulling her close with an expression of fretfulness crossing his innocent features. "Babe, she just about took your nose off..."
"and over Barney too." Gohan shouted from his desk, turning a page of his book.
"Just let me train her." He interrupted before she could argue. She frowned up at him for a few moments, then gave beneath those big childlike black eyes.
"Fine. But after schoolwork and before dinner, no longer." She warned, her voice somewhat muffled by the now-bloody cloth.
And then he gave her one of those gleeful bear hugs she hated. "You won't regret this! I promise!"
"Whenever you say that, I always seem to in the end." She wheezed.
}~*~{
"YOU GAYWAD!!! You made my guy die!!"
"I'm not as gay as YOU are, Gaylord. And you got in the way."
"For the love of mercy, do you even know what gay means???" Gohan interrupted the two boys playing their video game on the living room floor.
They both ignored him and continued to click buttons frantically. Trunks nudged Goten sharply, causing him to lose control of his joystick, and thence causing an agonizing scream to sound from the TV.
"You killed my guy again!!!! You're gayer than I thought!!" Goten shouted, shoving his best and only friend.
"Guys, please, let's just not use that word, ok?" Gohan pleaded.
"Ok, Trunks said, then smirked. "how about fuck? Is that a good word to use?"
Gohan practically fell out of his chair. He threw his book down and stood. (AN-wow, don't piss Gohan off, he's like insane Quatre when he's angry!)
"I'm about ready to call your mother! No, wait, ill call MY mother. How would you like that!!??"
Trunks squeaked and quickly apologized. Goten giggled.
"What about that word your dad uses?"
"Sheoken?"
"No, the bad one."
"audo?"
"Guys, bad words in any language are still bad words. Can we please just not and say we did?"
"Fiiiiiiine." Both boys whined, then resumed their game.
Cindi came skipping out of her room, humming something off the n*sync CD her mother got her. (AN- I wouldn't know which song. I hate n*sync. It's just that all little girls love that sort of crap)
"Hi Trunks."
"... hey..." he was engrossed with trying to kill Goten at that moment.
"Wanna spar?"
"HA!"
"I mean it."
"Maybe in three years. Maybe four." Goten remarked, ramming Trunks as he plunged his sword in for the kill.
"Now...." She grinned. "or are you afraid of getting beaten by a girl?"
Both boys looked at her as if she were mentally ill.
"I do believe she's challenging us." Trunks observed.
"Nope, just you." she announced happily.
The older boy smacked the younger when he began to taunt him with kissing noises.
"Fine. But I'm not getting in trouble with the almighty troll- ah, I mean your mother- if you get hurt, so let's just have a race. You still up to it?"
"Yup, sure am!" She then bounced with glee toward the door.
"This I can't miss." Goten said, chuckling and following his friend and sister out the door.
}~*~{
"Ready..."
They stood side by side, one a foot taller than the other.
"Set..."
Both dropped to the ground, digging their right feet into the dirt for leverage, just like the Olympic guys on TV. They looked so cool when they did that!
".... GOLDFISH!!!"
Cindi went face-first into the dirt.
"HA!! Ok, seriously......gggGOBSTOPPERS!!"
Trunks punched Goten roughly in the leg, causing him to emit a painful laugh.
" ok, GO!!"
and the race began.
To Trunks' surprise, the girl was keeping up with him. He strived still faster, now causing the short grass and the leaves of some trees to rustle as they shot past.
Still, she stayed right by his side, even turning her head to smirk at him as she began to push ahead.
"give up, kid, you're too small." Trunks shouted over the thundering of feet.
"I know, but ill look a whole lot smaller in a second!" she giggled, then burst into energy flame and caused a small sonic boom as she soared ahead. She was right. She did look a whole lot smaller.
"NO FAIR!!!" Trunks protested, blasting into his golden-haired form and rocketing to catch up.
Just then Goten appeared, no doubt declaring the spot where he stood as the finish line. Cindi powered down in an instant, landing on one foot daintily and spinning like a ballerina in mockery. Trunks touched down and glared daggers at Goten.
"Sorry, Trunks you weren't fast enough. I declare the winner to be CINDI! And shall evermore have permission to taunt Trunks mercilessly!" he declared triumphantly, raising his sister's hand like a referee would a winning boxer.
"Damn you, Goten. And dad is NEVER going to find out about this!! NEVER!! You hear me??? You tell ANYONE and I swear to God, I'll-"
((To Be Continued in our next exciting episode of DBALT!! Either called "the treehouse" or "black eyes" I haven't decided)))