Here I am again. Now we are finally getting into the plot....almost. Next chapter will be it, I promise. This one is the final set-up and then bam! ...yeah. There'll be definite ViG stuff goin soon, but not quite yet (Gohan acts more like a freaky stalker in this chappie) so hold on to your pants folks, cause here it comes! Eer, oh yeah. I'm not putting in too much description about Gohan yet because A) We all know what he is and what he looks like already, and B) Cause it's fun to keep in the tall dark mysterious handsome annoying sexy type. Okay then, Enjoy!
Chapter 5
Ambience
I folded my arms in protest. "What are you saying? Are you refusing to allow me go outside? That's unreasonable, inconsequential, and unjust! Those men were going to kill people!"
"So you decided to kill them instead; is that it?" Bulma retorted, visibly angered by what I had done. "And in front of the police, the media! For Christ's sake, Spew! What the hell did you think you were doing?"
I wanted to storm out of the room, out of this God-forsaken building, have my legs not been bandaged. The death of scum is worth the lives of innocents, wasn't it? "I have done nothing wrong!" I argued, " I-"
"You murdered men on live television; that's what you did! Spew, don't you know that people are looking for you now? 'The mysterious flying female fighter'," Bulma quoted, in a low mocking voice, "'massacred the Red Sark gang at a bank robbery on fourth and Niles avenue yesterday evening. Who is this murderous beauty? Will she be charged?'" Bulma screamed, "Charged! Dammit, what the hell am I going to do with you?!"
"I kept my promise! I didn't-"
"Kept your promise!? You said you wouldn't get into trouble! Not to men-"
"I didn't get into trouble! You're overreacting!"
"Oh my God, Spew! You killed people! At the rate you were going...Gosh, if Gohan hadn't found you-"
"If he hadn't found me I would have been fine!"
"Your legs were thrashed!"
"They. Were. Fine."
We were in a lock-down; blue eyes on blue eyes. I glared as furiously as I could not daring to blink. A challenge was pursued as I was certainly not going to fail.
Someone knocked at the door. "Am I...interrupting something?" Gohan. That bastard.
"Yes," I mumbled, "you are."
Bulma sighed and looked away. "I don't have time for this. I really don't. Spew, I can't let you go outside again until this calms down and that's final. It-"
"But I didn't do anything."
A sharp exhale escaped Bulma's lips as she visibly held back her next comment. "Look, Hop-a-long, I am really, really swamped right now. I don't have enough time to keep on worrying about you and cleaning your wounds and praying that you don't go on another killing spree."
I took in a crisp breath preparing to retort, but Bulma stopped me and continued. "You have to understand what is being seen from my point of view. Okay?"
I had all but forgotten his presence, so when his words cut through the air I was startled. "She-...she can come with me." Gohan was flanking my left, obviously uncomfortable with the angry atmosphere the room held. "I mean, it's the least I could do if she's that troublesome. I'm sure ChiChi won't mind. Besides, we, uhm-uh, we are pretty far out there. No media should find her that deep in the mountains."
Bulma shook her head. "Gohan, I- I can't let you do that. Thanks, but she's a real handful-"
Me, go with him ? Uh-uh, no way. For some reason he had not intrigued me the least and I found no care in his presence. All he had managed to do was vex me greatly. I wanted to get my say in. "Well, I want to stay here."
"She'll be safer out there too. With Goten and me, you know?" He hadn't even acknowledged my words. I was insulted.
"Are you sure your mom could handle it? I think I should talk to her first."
"My mother has always wanted a daughter."
Ugh! I was no one's daughter!
" And plus, Gohan, you've just started school." I was confused. Bulma wanted so bad to get ride of me, but here she was refusing an opportunity for me to be taken away. Not that I minded. I liked it here.
"School is school," he shrugged. "Maybe , if her temper cools, I'll take her with me."
"Dammit! I am no one's show and tell!" I punched Gohan in the jaw. "I am no one's daughter!" I kicked his shins. "And I am certainly not going with you!" I through another punch his way but found it to be caught. He just looked at me and smiled.
"We may have to wait a while for the school thing. Doesn't look like she be cooling down anytime soon." With a stupid grin and a scratch of his head he let me go. He just continued on with his conversation like I had done nothing. My anger rose to the boiling point. He wasn't even mad that I had struck him. What was he; gay?
"So that settles it," Bulma sighed. "I'll have her things packaged and sent."
~*~
Allow me to explain to you why that Gohan irritates me so. Obviously the last conversation I had with Bulma and Gohan had sped by with my anger spurting and fluttering widely with no visible or apparent reason seen by you. I, after spending many days meditating at the nearby river, have found that I too do not know the reason for my fiery vexation towards the man.
His mother and little sibling are kind. The mother, overprotective and rather strange, and his brother, Goten, energetic and greatly annoying. But however strange and annoying the two were, I could live with it. Gohan, on the other hand, was unbearable. His naivety was falser than an old man's dentures and his sincerity was sickening. To find out who I was and where I was from seemed to be his new goal in life. I wanted to scream.
So here I was, lying next to my favorite stream, sorting through my thoughts. The birds chirped, creek trickled, and leaves danced in the jubilant wind. I was almost happy Bulma had sent me here. Having been here for two weeks, I was getting used to the outdoor scenery.
I opened my eyes and looked up the sky.
He was good looking, I had to give him that much. It had been a while since I had last seen a strong, kind man not interested in getting into my pants. However, despite his lack of care towards my pants, breasts, and/or lips, that man had found a way to make me uneasy.
Was it that he too had a secret? I felt deep down that it was. He held something from me also, but it wasn't that I cared to know. So, I didn't feel interest in what his secret was, I just cared that he too had one. It wasn't fare for him to interrogate me the entire time. Not fair at all.
Now you may be wondering why I, for some strange reason, am not telling anyone who I am, or what I believed truly happened. The fact is, if I don't have to, why bother? Well, I also must admit that I am a tad shaky on what occurred myself.
Did I really die? I hold that fact to be self-evident in it's truth. Do they know I'm here? I wish I knew, but I can only hope I stay undiscovered for now. How I got here, well, that's a story in its own.
The Ambience, like most evil organizations, long for the control of the universe and everything inside of it. They, however, with their extensive powers, have learned of other dimensions and numerous universes all crammed together in the massive cosmos. So close, yet so far away. And now, not only do they wish to command all of those in the present time, but in the past and future. They want to rule everything during every moment in history and pre-history. The way they accomplish that? That's where I believe I come in and how I came to be here and 'now'. I unlocked my ability momentarily, but it killed me, however, I was not meant to die, so 'I' subconsciously sent 'me' to this place and time. Why?
Oh the questions just keep on coming.
I sat up and propped myself against my elbows. I was currently attired in loose-hanging sweatpants and a T-shirt. I found no need for socks or shoes. I finally stood and bent over to roll up the hem of my pants to the knees. The stream looked very inviting.
So over an into the stream I walked, disturbing the soil so it fogged the water around my feet. I squeezed the sand between my toes.
Oh, how long it has been since I felt freedom. I most indubitably was taking this moment for granted, but to enjoy something too much was to make it less gratifying the next time.
I wanted so badly to use my magic, my heart ached. I wanted to train and explore.
Perplexity was no knew feeling. I had all of these glorious mountains, yet not one ounce of exemption to do what I wished. I knew this exemption was brought on by none other than myself.
"But maybe if that bastard Gohan wasn't always so nosy," I mumbled to myself. Immediately I regretted those words because I felt; no, knew; someone else was listening.
"Nosy, no. Just curious. You are very secretive, Miss."
I didn't bother to turn my back. I knew he would be here eventually. He always was. I sighed and looked at the tiny fish shooting past my ankles.
"Tell me, Gohan, what makes me so secretive?"
"You have no name, no known race, and impeccable fighting abilities. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were merely a random someone traveling through space, going wherever you please; say... a bounty hunter of some sort. But the thing is, I know better. You are far too stuck-up to do such a lowly profession." I felt him come closer. Then he too stepped into the stream. I saw his feet move through the water next to mine.
I chuckled, "So? I'm bitchy."
I could see his broad smile reflecting in the creek. "But there's one more thing."
"And what would that be?"
"Your energy."
My what? I did not know what he was speaking of. Yes, there's Caloric energy and Kinetic energy, but for a reason unknown to me, I was positive he was not talking about that.
"What about my...energy?"
"It's pure. Perfectly white. Maybe slightly golden."
"And that's...bad."
"Oh, no. It's very good actually. But, the thing is, well, I've seen it before. Just not from people like you."
I laughed. "People like me? Oh, so I'm a category now?"
He joined in my laugher, his voice low and virile. "Yes, Miss. You are a category. The category of the Mysterious and Bitchy yet Pure; which, might I add, is quite the rare combination."
He squatted onto the balls of his feet and ran his hand over the surface of the water. He smiled like a child, but I knew he was less childish than the most stubborn of men. He then said, "Have you ever gone fishing? It's very relaxing."
I rolled my eyes and folded my arms. "No," I said, "I haven't. And I don't intend to. Especially with you, Gohan."
He just shook his head and continued to smile, "Tell me. What powers do you have?"
I was taken back. How did he know I had 'powers' and better yet 'energy'. "I...I don't have to tell you anything." I gently kicked at the water. "And even if I did happen to have 'powers', I wouldn't tell you."
Gohan stood and walked in front of me. He was obviously trying to gain my attention, but I continued to look elsewhere. His hand found it's way to my chin as it force me to look up into his eyes. "I know," he said in a low voice, "that you are not powerless. I know you have a force inside you that I have never seen before. I know it's there, so I would deeply appreciate it if you would stop lying and tell me the truth. I'm only trying to help you."
I looked into his dark black eyes; their attractiveness dually noticed; and said, "Then if you know so much about me why don't you tell me the truth."
He chuckled and brought his lips to my ear. He whispered gently, "Because I don't believe it either."
My eyes widened and my heart stopped. I pulled away from his light grasp and stumbled from the water. Did he just say what I thought he did? My feet reluctantly turned and I began to run, but soon I was enveloped in his strong arms. His hands clasped around my stomach, his mouth drawn to my ear.
"I want answers," he whispered.
To admit I was scared was a rare thing, but I felt powerless against him. The fear, however, I knew shouldn't exist. He didn't have the guts to take advantage of me. He never even got angry. Never.
"Make me," I returned through grinding teeth.
He smirked and with an, "Okay, you're the boss," he disappeared.
Oxygen rushed into my lungs and soon traveled throughout my body. I was tingling; with rage at his arrogance, with the energy of the unexpected, and with a vengeance to kick him were the sun don't shine. I hated him.
I crouched low and closed my eyes. I felt him soundlessly jumping throughout the trees, toying with me. To underestimate me was the wrong thing to do. If he wanted to gain the knowledge of my powers then there would be a price to pay.
He suddenly charged at me from the right. I smirked.
"Hyah!" The scream echoed through the mountains. I quickly extended my right arm towards Gohan and summoned my weapon. With startling velocity the blade exploded through my palm, spraying Gohan with my blood.
He stopped, the blade inches away from his forehead. My blood trickled down his nose and across his cheeks, snaking low to his neck onto the shoulders of his gi.
"Nacas Lucas! (Dead Light!)"
A swirl of black and gold light shot forth in a blinding attack. Though I was at point blank rage, I knew I had missed, or rather, he dodged.
When the dust settled I saw a sizeable ditch in the ground, extending onward until it met a distant mountain. I frowned.
I lowered my sword and looked up to where he was floating in the sky. He smiled gayly and scratched the back of his head.
"Gosh, that was a close one. You really surprised me there." He drifted down to the ground.
"And I promise it will be even closer next time." I threw the blade into the air and rose my hand. It fell, tip first, and penetrated my wrist, vanishing with a flash.
Gohan lifted up the chest of his shirt and wiped the blood from his face.
"You're pretty strong," he said.
I dismissed him with a roll of my eyes and began to walk away.
"I can make you stronger."
"I don't need your help."
He chuckled, "I'm not offering help. I'm offering you the chance to try and kick my ass a few times."
I just continued to walk back towards the house. "Maybe next time, asshole."
Yupp. Thar we go me maties.
I'll update again soon ^-^
