Canto alla Vita: I sing to life
Chapter 3: Talks
"Don't rush yourself, take deep breaths and find your center." Trunks tried to relax his achy muscles and did as Ryanna told him. "Good now support your energy and let it out." Trunks placed his hands out farther and they began to spark with a bright light. Ryanna smiled but frowned as the light disappeared and Trunks opened his eyes. "That's hard." Ryanna's frown deepened and she took Trunks' hands into hers. "It's only hard when you make it hard. Concentrate and let it out. Do not be afraid." Trunks nods and tried again. He searched the depth of his heart and soul like she had told him to, and before he knew it a small amount of his Ki developed from his hands. "See, that wasn't so hard."
Ryanna smiled cheekily at him and he smiled back. "Okay now for the next step, imagine something, it has to be small though, nothing too big." Trunks nodded and closed his eyes. The small ball of light began to shift and cremate until it had become the shape of a rose. Ryanna smiled at it, while Trunks kept his concentration focused on the beam of light. As it mutated it became whole and turned into an actual flower. "You did it!" Trunks quickly opened his eyes to see the floating blossom. "Hey I guess I did." "See I told you, you were complaining too much.
Trunks smirked and stood up brushing the grass off his black pants. "We better head inside before my father becomes suspicious." Ryanna smiled and nodded. She stood up and walked beside him like a loyal dog. The guards didn't even take a second glance as the two walked passed them. "Why do they always seem to be watching us?" "Who knows, maybe father bribed them, and when I mean bribed I mean he said he wouldn't kill them." Ryanna giggled earning a grin from Trunks. Bulma saw the two and walked over to them. "Ah Trunks, I've been looking for you everywhere!" "We were in the garden. Miss Ryanna was showing me a bit of her Ki techniques."
Bulma nodded but frowned. "Trunks I want to talk to you alone." Trunks cocked an eyebrow but nodded anyway. "Guard please escort Miss Ryanna back to my chambers. make sure she doesn't run away or try to escape." The guard took Ryanna's arm but she smiled anyway as Trunks smiled back. "Trunks look at me." He turned to his mother. "I think you're spending too much time with that..." She paused. "That wicken." Trunks gave a quizzical look but then started laughing. "Jeez mom what's up with you?" "What do you mean what's up with me? You haven't been no more then three feet away from that girl since she got here." "Mom you make it sound like I'm n love with her."
Bulma arched her thin brow. "Well, are you?" Trunks stopped laughing for a minute and looked into his mother's eyes. "Why are you asking that?" "You know why." Trunks backed away. "Mom, like you said, she's a wicken and I can't fall in love with a wicken." "I know, and that's why I am concerned." "Well don't be, she's just a friend. She keeps me company." "Okay, I just wanted to hear it from you." Trunks nodded and somewhat angrily walked towards his room.
Ryanna sung happily as she waited for Trunks to come back. She arched her back and smelled the freshness of the afternoon air. The door opened then slammed and she turned around and smiled. It turned into a frown once she saw Trunks flop on his bed not looking too happy. She walked over to his bed and sat next to him. "Are you alright, my prince?" "I thought I told you not to call me that." "You did but i like calling you that." "WELL DON'T!" Ryanna nearly fell off te bed in fear and surprise. Trunks had never snapped at her like that. "I'm sorry." Her voice became so soft that you couldn't even tell whether it was words or a whimper.
Trunks noticed this and looked to her. Her eyes had become glossy and her bottom lip began to tremble. He sighed and sat up. "No I'm sorry, I shouldn't have snapped. It's just that my mom said something that got to me." Ryanna nodded and blinked away her tears and took a deep breath to hide a sob. Trunks gave her a sympathetic look and held out his arms. She came into them and she hugged him. It was a very rare gesture, but it still happened. Whenever one of them was feeling sad or depressed the other would just hug them.
"I really am sorry Trunks. I couldn't help it." Trunks smiled and pulled back some of her messy curls. "Don't be." He held her again. "What is wrong? You are usually never this irritable. What did your mother say?" Trunks shook his head. "Nothing important really," he smiled at her but she didn't buy it. "I would like to know what's wrong. Keeping things bottled up inside isn't healthy." "Well you're a healer, heal me." Trunks smirked at her displeasured face. "That is not funny." Trunks laid back down and propped his head up with his hands. "It was to me."
Ryanna shifted her position so she was laying next to him, looking down onto him. "You are a strange man, Prince Trunks." His smirk widened. "And you're an annoying woman, young wicken." Ryanna smiled and laid her head on his chest. Just as they were about to fall asleep in that position Ryanna sat back up. "Am I really annoying?" Trunks just laughed.
Yeah I know, short chappie! But I've been a little hog tied. Please review!