DISCLAIMER:  Me:  I own DB/Z/GT!!!  
                       Distant Voice:  Umm.. Schizo, two Vegeta action figures and a whole lot of miscellaneous stuff like chippie packets and dizks and cards and crazybones and books don't count as owning DB/Z/GT.
                       Me:  *sulking* It doesn't?  Not even my Fat Gotenks 3D sticker?
                       Distant Voice:  No.
                       Me: … *sobs*  OK, then, I don't own DB/Z/GT.. *cries inconsolably*  But I wanna…..!!!


Ok, again, to clarify.

Italics denote anything which is said or thought by me.
~ Squiggly things are my characters thought-speech. ~

"This is normal dialogue!!!"

And normal text without any fancy bits are the thoughts and actions etc of my character.  (Unless specified)

I kinda thought this chapter was fairly short, so uploaded 2/3 of Part 2 (yes its small).  Again, I thank you all for your lovely positive reviews ^_^

Voices (In One's Head) by `InSaNe`/Schizophrenic Eggplant

Part 2:  Here and Now and Nowhere -   Chapter 5:  A Preposterous Proposition

My warm-up complete, I invert my stance so I'm now on my feet again.  I mop up with a towel the small puddle of sweat that had formed as droplets fallen from my hair onto the red tiles.   Glancing out the oval shaped windows I can see it is beginning to get dark and I'm feeling pretty hungry so I felt it would be more effective to resume my training after a small snack to quell my grumbling stomach.  I exit the training chamber and become skybound, using the quickest mode of transport to my abode. 

Showing off for the hell of it, I power up a little to fly faster and do a series of hi-speed aerobatic somersaults, twists and dive-bombs until a certain gastric organ reminds me of it's presence, and not wanting to disappoint it I hightail it to my quarters.   Below me the landscape whizzes past, and the wind rushes in my ears and pushes back my hair.  Espying my vast living space in front of me, I decelerate and descend, coming to a halt hovering in front of an open window.   I step in to my favourite room in the house.. the Kitchen, which isn't really a kitchen, just a huge room with a cupboard, a fridge and a deep freeze.   

I reach into this cavernous deep-freeze, wondering what soon-to-be defrosted morsel I'll help myself to this time.  It sort of reminds me of a grotesque lucky-dip, as I pull out a frozen headless corpse of something that once was hairy, but of course I had skinned it, and gutted it.. as pretty as glistening intestines may look, I'm not interested in digesting what has previously been digested.  OK.. this big guys going to thaw a bit while I get some more fuel!   Lets see... roughly 50 pizzas, 20 cans of random stuff, 14 heat-and-eat meals for 4 (4?? who are they kidding?), and a 30 litre bucket of rice. 

I drag the still-frozen hunk of snack over to a part in the floor which has blackened a little.  I extend my arm, aiming it at the already-dead alien, as if to kill it a second time.. "Prepare to defrost!" I mock-yell at the stiff recipient of my weak ki blast - I want to melt the ice of it, not disintegrate it entirely!  I let it surround the meat for a count of 10 before dissipating it, insert a finger into a thigh and wiggle it into the muscle to see how far the heat had managed to get in.  Hmm.. not bad!  The rarer the better!  It was cooked through to about an inch, the rest red raw and a little warm, just the way I like it.   I lick my lips as I pick it up and throw it on the dining table, or trough, which was placed in front of some comfy cushions so I could get the most out of enjoying my meal. In this trough I also place the rest of the food, still in their containers, removing the tops from the cans with thin beams emitted from my index finger.   I sit myself down on the cushions, tear off a strip of meat and am about to put it in its rightful place, smiling as I take the first bite.

Oh good, you're not busy.

"What do you mean I'm not busy??  I've just started to eat!  I AM busy.  But.. at least you didn't bug me while I was doing my warm-up.. AND IF YOU BOTHER ME DURING MY TRAINING IT.. It won't be pleasant." 

Come on!! Lighten up!  Ewww.. what's for dinner?

"If you don't like the looks of it, remove yourself from its presence.  And mine, if all your going to do is provoke my anger.   From now on, I'm only going to open my mouth to eat, so if it's conversation you're looking for you've chosen the wrong time."  A chuckle chimes through the hallways of my mind.   

Haven't you realised yet you don't need to talk to me with your mouth?  I only need to hear your thoughts!  So, you can eat while you tell me what I've been aching to know.  I've been waiting six whole months for this information, ya know!   I respected your wishes and left you alone most of the time you were away, not counting the times you asked for my assistance, so I think it would be-

~ Most of the time???  Yeah, right. ~  I correct her.

Those were necessary, and I didn't intervene, I was merely guiding your actions, and the other ones didn't even take place in this realm, but in the minds of others..

~ Guiding!!!??.  Is that what you call it?  I would have called it Total Prevention.  You froze my body somehow, stopping me from doing what I was fighting to carry out!!  You coerced me into undertaking weird and ridiculous pointless tasks while I vehemently refused.  I had no control over my body during those moments!!!  And you have the nerve to say it was guidance?  And with that mind-thing.  You are NOT to try that again.  It was a good idea at the time but you put us in too much danger.  ~

It became guidance when your lesser consciousness began resisting your determination, and questioned your actions once I assured the part that listened that there was a better way.. that's when I was able to introduce the wedge which controlled your physical actions dictated by those of your lesser consciousness, rather than the greater.   That was all I needed.. and there WAS a better way in the end, wasn't there?  And were the tasks pointless once you saw the big picture?  Was I wrong?

I sigh.  She is right, which irritates the shit out of me.  Rather than admitting it, I let silence portray my answer, which she acknowledges before doing what I deem Very sensible - sticking to the path of the subject at hand. 

So?? How did the rest go?   Did it all run smoothly and fit into place?  Did it feel right?  Come on sister, tell me!!

~ There were a few glitches here and there, but that just made it all the more fun.  I enjoyed the fighting a lot, I could've done without losing though... But I won the next round and got my own back. ~    I laughed to myself internally, a dry chuckle.  ~ I sense my adversary is on their way here. ~

HE'S coming HERE???   Her astonishment ricochets around the inside of my skull.

~ Yes, and soon.  Why, are you surprised?  You think he'd accept defeat??  Ha! ~   I grin through the 10th meal for 4 and can of garden peas I simultaneously stuff in my mouth.

Hells no, I just didn't realise it was happening this fast!!  That's why you're going to be training so intensely isn't it?

~ Quite possibly ~     I replied, giving her a vague response while guzzling the last of the rice, thus completing my snack.  I did not know if she had received my reply, her presence in my head became distant, weaker, hesitant.

Could I be so bold as to suggest...

~ WHAT? ~

I really do not wish to impose on your training, but I feel...

~ Out with it already!!  My time is not to be wasted! ~    I step out onto the window, preparing to take flight...

...you may benefit by having me as a sparring partner.

...and fall off the ledge onto the grass below, laughing hysterically.