Finally the story will begin to pick up. Yeah... by the way, I had to repost
because my story disappeared. How fun.
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Trunks left the gravity at a very low level. Bra was still protesting the idea of Trunks training her. He was also beginning to scare her with the strange ways he was acting. Regardless, she went along with it. He managed to teach her how to use ki blasts but other than that he was unsuccessful. The training session ended soon after.
Sweating, Bra walked out of the gravity room and went straight for the shower. Trunks meanwhile headed straight for his own shower and prepared for the inevitable. And it came.
'What the hell was that!?' the voice yelled inside his mind.
"Look I need some time to think"
'You asshole! It was today! I can't believe you!'
"Look, I don't care right now."
He argued with the voice the entire time he was in the shower. By the time he came out he was already tired of it and was beginning to agree with it, especially since it was adept at prodding at some of those more sensitive spots.
'Come on, you remember everything she wrecked don't you? All the good times wasted by her. There shouldn't be any doubt in your mind about what you need to do. But first, we need to deal with a potential problem.'
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The phone jarred Goten from his well-sought after sleep. He really shouldn't have stayed up to fill out his paperwork for his latest attempt at a job. He reached over to his phone at bedside and picked it up, reminding himself to move it somewhere else so it wouldn't disturb his sleep.
"Hello," Goten said sleepily.
"Look Goten, I have some serious work to get done while my parents are gone. So can you please try to stay out of my house. Plus, I don't want you to trash it either. Okay? Bye." Trunks said quickly.
"Yeah, whatever." Goten said as he hung up.
That was a lame excuse, Goten thought, but for what? Oh well, he couldn't really think properly because he was already half asleep. He'd give it some more thought maybe a month from now. But for now, sleep was good.
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Feeling more at ease now that that had been taken care of, Trunks strolled into his sister's room.
"Training session this afternoon, 5:00."
"But we..." Bra began to complain.
"No, I'm serious this one is going to be important."
"Fine but it better be quick." Bra said as she shoved her brother out of her room.
"Don't worry it'll only last 15 minutes." Trunks said reassuringly.
What was with all of this training? Her father made sure she stayed capable of defending herself but she had never had fighting training like what Trunks had taught her that morning. She hoped this strange training craze would come to a stop soon, because she really had no interest in fighting.
Trunks stood in front of his mirror and made sure he was ready for this. This would be a big step up in his life, something that would change him forever. He deliberately analyzed himself in the mirror. This was what he had to do. He knew that voice would never leave him alone if he shoved this opportunity aside. But he still needed courage for something like this. Ransacking his memory, he stirred up every hateful emotion in his body. He was in the spotlight now. He was in complete control.
It was 5:00. Trunks walked up to the window to look inside the chamber. And sure enough, she was there. Right on time.
Despite all of his preparations, Trunks was still anxious as he walked towards the door. His body was tense and his hands were sweating. He took a deep breath. There was no need for this anxiety. He was acting like a child going into school for the first time. But this was much more serious. Taking another deep breath, he opened the door and walked inside.
Trunks looked anxious, Bra could see. He was sweaty and looked tense. She was about to ask if anything was wrong but quickly reminded herself that that would just cause more problems. She'd do good to get through this and get out of this place.
Trunks turned up the gravity a little higher then usual. Bra immediately felt the pressure on her limbs. But, strangely enough, he was tuning it up even higher. When he finally stopped she could barely move at all and was having difficulty staying on her feet.
"Trunks, could you please turn the gravity down a little?" she asked.
Trunks completely ignored her. He had tuned her out long ago and he wasn't about to start listening now. The voice was giving him satisfied laughs and encouraging him along. He took a final deep breath and broke out into a malicious smile.
Before Bra could even react, he landed a rock hard punch in her stomach.
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I can never get myself to write long chapters. Maybe I should just combine these chapters into one. Anyway, thanks to those who reviewed my story before I had to repost.
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Trunks left the gravity at a very low level. Bra was still protesting the idea of Trunks training her. He was also beginning to scare her with the strange ways he was acting. Regardless, she went along with it. He managed to teach her how to use ki blasts but other than that he was unsuccessful. The training session ended soon after.
Sweating, Bra walked out of the gravity room and went straight for the shower. Trunks meanwhile headed straight for his own shower and prepared for the inevitable. And it came.
'What the hell was that!?' the voice yelled inside his mind.
"Look I need some time to think"
'You asshole! It was today! I can't believe you!'
"Look, I don't care right now."
He argued with the voice the entire time he was in the shower. By the time he came out he was already tired of it and was beginning to agree with it, especially since it was adept at prodding at some of those more sensitive spots.
'Come on, you remember everything she wrecked don't you? All the good times wasted by her. There shouldn't be any doubt in your mind about what you need to do. But first, we need to deal with a potential problem.'
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The phone jarred Goten from his well-sought after sleep. He really shouldn't have stayed up to fill out his paperwork for his latest attempt at a job. He reached over to his phone at bedside and picked it up, reminding himself to move it somewhere else so it wouldn't disturb his sleep.
"Hello," Goten said sleepily.
"Look Goten, I have some serious work to get done while my parents are gone. So can you please try to stay out of my house. Plus, I don't want you to trash it either. Okay? Bye." Trunks said quickly.
"Yeah, whatever." Goten said as he hung up.
That was a lame excuse, Goten thought, but for what? Oh well, he couldn't really think properly because he was already half asleep. He'd give it some more thought maybe a month from now. But for now, sleep was good.
***
Feeling more at ease now that that had been taken care of, Trunks strolled into his sister's room.
"Training session this afternoon, 5:00."
"But we..." Bra began to complain.
"No, I'm serious this one is going to be important."
"Fine but it better be quick." Bra said as she shoved her brother out of her room.
"Don't worry it'll only last 15 minutes." Trunks said reassuringly.
What was with all of this training? Her father made sure she stayed capable of defending herself but she had never had fighting training like what Trunks had taught her that morning. She hoped this strange training craze would come to a stop soon, because she really had no interest in fighting.
Trunks stood in front of his mirror and made sure he was ready for this. This would be a big step up in his life, something that would change him forever. He deliberately analyzed himself in the mirror. This was what he had to do. He knew that voice would never leave him alone if he shoved this opportunity aside. But he still needed courage for something like this. Ransacking his memory, he stirred up every hateful emotion in his body. He was in the spotlight now. He was in complete control.
It was 5:00. Trunks walked up to the window to look inside the chamber. And sure enough, she was there. Right on time.
Despite all of his preparations, Trunks was still anxious as he walked towards the door. His body was tense and his hands were sweating. He took a deep breath. There was no need for this anxiety. He was acting like a child going into school for the first time. But this was much more serious. Taking another deep breath, he opened the door and walked inside.
Trunks looked anxious, Bra could see. He was sweaty and looked tense. She was about to ask if anything was wrong but quickly reminded herself that that would just cause more problems. She'd do good to get through this and get out of this place.
Trunks turned up the gravity a little higher then usual. Bra immediately felt the pressure on her limbs. But, strangely enough, he was tuning it up even higher. When he finally stopped she could barely move at all and was having difficulty staying on her feet.
"Trunks, could you please turn the gravity down a little?" she asked.
Trunks completely ignored her. He had tuned her out long ago and he wasn't about to start listening now. The voice was giving him satisfied laughs and encouraging him along. He took a final deep breath and broke out into a malicious smile.
Before Bra could even react, he landed a rock hard punch in her stomach.
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I can never get myself to write long chapters. Maybe I should just combine these chapters into one. Anyway, thanks to those who reviewed my story before I had to repost.
