Bulma came rushing around the corner, followed by Corinne, and Trunks.
Bulma knelt down and placed her aged hand on his shoulder, "Stylth, how'd
you get down here, and what happened?"
Stylth painfully looked at Bulma, and stared at her for a moment then in
renewed pain he dropped his head into his hands, between his knees. He
moaned the word "no".
"Stylth?" Corinne asked.
Stylth shook his head, which shook his knees and legs while repeating the
same moaning no.
Corinne knelt down beside Stylth and Bulma, she reached out and with both
her hands grasped Stylth's right hand, the perception of her touch made him
lift his head.
"Can you please tell us what happened?" Corinne asked, her smile calmed
him, he felt more idyllic than ever.
"Okay Corinne," Stylth said giving a slight grin to her.
Stylth took a deep breath in, and relaxed before starting, "I woke up this
morning, not too long ago, noticed everything was very silent. I noticed
the heavy rainfall, and something, like a perception told me that the
Emortal bird was lurking about, sensing from the stillness, I decided to
come downstairs. While coming down the stairs I heard your voices, well
paused, listened then continued down." Stylth sighed, "and I found that you
were not in the room with the couches, so I followed my sense of hearing,
to here. and well I, uh well, uh, oh never mind I don't know how to say
something, without making anyone jealous!"
This gave Corinne a puzzled look on her face as she repeated "jealous", in
a curious tone.
Stylth closed his eyes and threw his tear welled face back into his hands.
I never should've said that, Stylth thought; I just wish I had stayed a
wolf! And with that thought he squeezed his eyelids even more shut, that it
hurt.
The pain seemed to overwhelm his body, but he didn't seem aware of the
happenings around him, the pain numbed all of his senses, so he decided to
open his eyes.
Corinne, Bulma, and Trunks were knocked flat against the wall, with all of them unconscious, Stylth could make his escape, but yet he didn't want to leave Corinne. The thought of Trunks played in his mind, that Corinne would be happier with Trunks and not him. Stylth stood up a little wobbly, but that now that he could walk on two legs, it didn't seem to matter anymore, and without a second thought at the moment, he ran. He ran down the hallways, the twisted corridors seemingly taunted him as he ran past doors that had the scent of the outdoors, but after quickly investigating what was behind those doors; plants and animals kept under a glass dome, he quickly closed the door and continued onward. His Bare feet pattered along the cold hard floor, his mind concentrated upon the doorways. Stylth was a little preoccupied by keeping his mind on finding the way out of this perplexing maze of doors that he didn't see what was on the ground. His foot made contact to a sharp object lying on the floor, he screamed in pain as this object sheared his foot. He fell forward in the state of pain he was in, his chest skidding the floor as he landed. The pain surged from his foot, he grasped it and turned the side, which was giving him so much pain over, the sharp object was a small piece of metal wedged into his foot. Blood has streaming out of the gash the piece had inflicted; Stylth pulled it out with a painful scream. Stylth breathed heavily after that, regaining a sense of calm within him. He decided to look at the piece of metal a little more closely, lying on one side the observation of the metal piece was getting blurry as he held it to his face, what was going on? Stylth was finding it difficult to breathe now as he twirled the piece of metal in his hand. His vision was quickly getting worse, and Stylth felt like he was being sat on by that bird thing, because it felt like it was cutting off his air supply. Stylth soon blacked out.
* * * Stylth moaned as he reopened his eyes to the blaring lights above him. He rubbed his head as he sat up, bed sheets rolled off his as he did. Bed sheets? Stylth quickly realized he was back in the room he had been staying in for so long. "No!" He grunted, as he slammed his fist against the mattress. A light breeze of air greeted him as it wafted from the now open window, slightly shut but open enough that a breeze could get through, street lamps outside were slowly shutting off as the sun rose on the eastern side. The rosy hue of clouds reminded him so much of his old home, but in a good way, not in pain or in remorse, it cleansed him of all envious feelings that binged him. He breathed freely as a strong gust filled the room. Bra entered the room as Stylth released his breath; her wardrobe had changed since she last saw her, she was now wearing a tank top with different shades of green and brown blotted all over. The tank top left her belly exposed, her slim physique was stunning to Stylth, and her recent designer attire had been long and baggy, hiding that. She was wearing a scarf of a beige colour around her neck and two tags on a chain hung around her belly. She also wore grey baggy pants and Trunks's style of boots. "Hey nice to see you up again Stylth," Bra grinned. Stylth sighed slightly as he looked back to his bed, "Yeah I guess." "What's that supposed to mean?" Bra asked stymied. Bra walked up to the left side of the bed, and stared at him face to face. Stylth pulled back a bit; shocked that Bra with her livid look on her face got that close. Stylth's response came out in a jumble of syllables, "I, I'm, not too sure." Was the clearest out of all of the syllables. Bra turned to face the door and gave Stylth a subtle "humph!" Stylth raised his right hand, a bewildered look on his own face; he didn't mean to hurt Bra's feelings at all. "You're too much like my own brother," Bra criticized, "with your looks, and your personality!" Stylth was taken aback by this, "Trunks? No way am I like that, that, a-!" Before he could pronounce a word Paige once used Bra broke out into laughter, and once again, this left Stylth in a bamboozling frame of mind. When Bra finally regained control, she grinned hugely at Stylth, her blue eyes twinkling, "I was kidding, sorry about that I didn't mean that just you've been out cold for two days now." "Two days!" Stylth exclaimed shocked, he faced Bra, "You mean I was unconscious for two days? Or is that a joke?" Bra's grin faded into a solemn facial expression, "No joke." Stylth looked toward the window and remembered the piece of metal, and then remembered his foot. He pulled the bed sheets off him and threw them onto the floor his foot now bandaged, but that wasn't the only thing different, he was wearing different clothes, a black sleeveless shirt that had the Capsule corp. emblem on it, and denim pants. Stylth pulled on his shirt to look at it better. "You like my brother's hand-me downs?" Bra asked. Stylth gave Bra a disgruntled gaze. "No huh, well your other clothes were saturated with blood so we had to take them off, Cori suggested we use Trunks's clothes until we could get your stuff cleaned," Bra said. Stylth was relieved that Corinne had suggested the clothes. "Are my clothes clean?" Stylth asked. "No, the robot maids seem to be malfunctioning lately, so we haven't really got them cleaned yet," Bra explained. "Oh," Stylth said, then looked to Bra a little puzzled, "Robot maids?" Bra brought her hand to her forehead, "They're just machines that do our chores for us. Now how about we get something eat, you must be starved." Stylth nodded and got off the bed. As soon as he stood up a sharp pain from the bandage ensued, but Stylth ignored it.
Corinne, Bulma, and Trunks were knocked flat against the wall, with all of them unconscious, Stylth could make his escape, but yet he didn't want to leave Corinne. The thought of Trunks played in his mind, that Corinne would be happier with Trunks and not him. Stylth stood up a little wobbly, but that now that he could walk on two legs, it didn't seem to matter anymore, and without a second thought at the moment, he ran. He ran down the hallways, the twisted corridors seemingly taunted him as he ran past doors that had the scent of the outdoors, but after quickly investigating what was behind those doors; plants and animals kept under a glass dome, he quickly closed the door and continued onward. His Bare feet pattered along the cold hard floor, his mind concentrated upon the doorways. Stylth was a little preoccupied by keeping his mind on finding the way out of this perplexing maze of doors that he didn't see what was on the ground. His foot made contact to a sharp object lying on the floor, he screamed in pain as this object sheared his foot. He fell forward in the state of pain he was in, his chest skidding the floor as he landed. The pain surged from his foot, he grasped it and turned the side, which was giving him so much pain over, the sharp object was a small piece of metal wedged into his foot. Blood has streaming out of the gash the piece had inflicted; Stylth pulled it out with a painful scream. Stylth breathed heavily after that, regaining a sense of calm within him. He decided to look at the piece of metal a little more closely, lying on one side the observation of the metal piece was getting blurry as he held it to his face, what was going on? Stylth was finding it difficult to breathe now as he twirled the piece of metal in his hand. His vision was quickly getting worse, and Stylth felt like he was being sat on by that bird thing, because it felt like it was cutting off his air supply. Stylth soon blacked out.
* * * Stylth moaned as he reopened his eyes to the blaring lights above him. He rubbed his head as he sat up, bed sheets rolled off his as he did. Bed sheets? Stylth quickly realized he was back in the room he had been staying in for so long. "No!" He grunted, as he slammed his fist against the mattress. A light breeze of air greeted him as it wafted from the now open window, slightly shut but open enough that a breeze could get through, street lamps outside were slowly shutting off as the sun rose on the eastern side. The rosy hue of clouds reminded him so much of his old home, but in a good way, not in pain or in remorse, it cleansed him of all envious feelings that binged him. He breathed freely as a strong gust filled the room. Bra entered the room as Stylth released his breath; her wardrobe had changed since she last saw her, she was now wearing a tank top with different shades of green and brown blotted all over. The tank top left her belly exposed, her slim physique was stunning to Stylth, and her recent designer attire had been long and baggy, hiding that. She was wearing a scarf of a beige colour around her neck and two tags on a chain hung around her belly. She also wore grey baggy pants and Trunks's style of boots. "Hey nice to see you up again Stylth," Bra grinned. Stylth sighed slightly as he looked back to his bed, "Yeah I guess." "What's that supposed to mean?" Bra asked stymied. Bra walked up to the left side of the bed, and stared at him face to face. Stylth pulled back a bit; shocked that Bra with her livid look on her face got that close. Stylth's response came out in a jumble of syllables, "I, I'm, not too sure." Was the clearest out of all of the syllables. Bra turned to face the door and gave Stylth a subtle "humph!" Stylth raised his right hand, a bewildered look on his own face; he didn't mean to hurt Bra's feelings at all. "You're too much like my own brother," Bra criticized, "with your looks, and your personality!" Stylth was taken aback by this, "Trunks? No way am I like that, that, a-!" Before he could pronounce a word Paige once used Bra broke out into laughter, and once again, this left Stylth in a bamboozling frame of mind. When Bra finally regained control, she grinned hugely at Stylth, her blue eyes twinkling, "I was kidding, sorry about that I didn't mean that just you've been out cold for two days now." "Two days!" Stylth exclaimed shocked, he faced Bra, "You mean I was unconscious for two days? Or is that a joke?" Bra's grin faded into a solemn facial expression, "No joke." Stylth looked toward the window and remembered the piece of metal, and then remembered his foot. He pulled the bed sheets off him and threw them onto the floor his foot now bandaged, but that wasn't the only thing different, he was wearing different clothes, a black sleeveless shirt that had the Capsule corp. emblem on it, and denim pants. Stylth pulled on his shirt to look at it better. "You like my brother's hand-me downs?" Bra asked. Stylth gave Bra a disgruntled gaze. "No huh, well your other clothes were saturated with blood so we had to take them off, Cori suggested we use Trunks's clothes until we could get your stuff cleaned," Bra said. Stylth was relieved that Corinne had suggested the clothes. "Are my clothes clean?" Stylth asked. "No, the robot maids seem to be malfunctioning lately, so we haven't really got them cleaned yet," Bra explained. "Oh," Stylth said, then looked to Bra a little puzzled, "Robot maids?" Bra brought her hand to her forehead, "They're just machines that do our chores for us. Now how about we get something eat, you must be starved." Stylth nodded and got off the bed. As soon as he stood up a sharp pain from the bandage ensued, but Stylth ignored it.