Canto alla Vita: I sing to life
Chapter 12: Purloin
It was bright and early in the morning. The cool breeze filled with wet dew blew through an open window of a small but homey cottage. Inside two lovers shared a sweet embrace. One of them stirred and woke as the wind bristled against his skin. He smiled as he looked at the small figure of his mate. Her soft bangs tickled his naked chest and he could feel her breathing ever so slightly. Slowly letting go of her form he carefully removes himself from her embrace and grabs the nearest pair of pants he could find. As soon as he slipped them on he turned back to his lover and smiled. He kissed her forehead. "I love you," he whispered gently to her. A smile appeared on her face but she remained asleep.
Trunks stretched his sore, stiff muscles with a yawn in the back of his throat. The moment he opened the front door, the sounds of nature surrounded him. Ryanna was right; everything here was beautiful, almost magical. He approached the lake and dipped his hands into the cool clear water and splashed it against his face. Running a hand through his now wet lavender locks he crouched down and watched the sun shimmer against the water and listened to the sound of the vague waterfall. Unknowingly to him, he was being watched. A dark figure took aim with his gun. The spot between Trunks' back and neck was where he was aiming at.
Ryanna had finally gotten up and smiled as she saw Trunks admiring the view outside. Then something caught her attention. The sound of the wind as it blew; it sounded desperate as though danger was coming. At these signs Ryanna paid close attention at her beloved mate. Trunks sipped at some water in his hand. As he did so he heard a faint click. *Boom* A tranquilizer arrow penetrated through his arm and he gave an instinctive growl of pain. The hunter smirked as he approached Trunks. "Well looks like I caught myself a wicken." Trunks looked up with woozy eyes at the hunter's face. The hunter pulled out a Ki collar and was about to place it around Trunks' neck... until.
BAM! Ryanna's foot connected with the hunter's face. She held a large staff in her hands {like Goku's power poll}. As the hunter regained his senses he gave the wicken a glare only to receive several blows with Ryanna's rod. Trunks could barely make out the battle but from what he could tell she was kicking the guy's ass. In a few mere hits the man was out like a light. Ryanna's messy hair played in her face as the wind blew. She turned to Trunks and smiled slightly. She knelt down and plucked the tranquilizer from his shoulder. "Are you all right Trunks?" Trunks gave a lightheaded grin. "Yeah, but where the hell did that come from?" Ryanna blushed a bit. "Well I was taught as a child. When you're a wicken you have to be prepared. The only reason I was caught before was because they had caught me off guard with a tranquilizer, just like you."
Trunks smiled but winced as his shoulder began to pain slightly. Ryanna put a soothing hand on his shoulder and rubbed lightly. The pain soon halted as Ryanna's gentle fingers stroked the area where the dart had been. Trunks sighed happily and laid down on Ryanna's lap. Ryanna ran her hand along his cheek as he played with the ends of her hair. Not so far into the distance, King Vegeta looked out onto the two lovers. "What is your plan of action Your Majesty?" Vegeta watched as Trunks laughed as Ryanna tickled a sensitive area on his chest. He scowled and snorted. "Do not harm my son, but the wicken I want taken full force. If she puts up a fight, you fight back. But I want her alive."
The guards bowed and began to surround the area. Ryanna laughed at Trunks' expression but then frowned as the same familiar feeling came into her bones. "What's wrong love?" Ryanna shushed him. Trunks' ears listened around them. The snap of a twig and a light braying of a horse caught his attention. "Oh no, my dad, quick in the house!" Both got up fast, but the moment they got up they were surrounded. Trunks was grabbed by two guards and held down to the ground. Ryanna though put up a much bigger fight; she hit and screeched wishing she had grabbed her staff. "Let me go!" She was slapped on the face.
Trunks growled and struggled. "Leave her alone!" "Don't put up a fight son." Trunks turned to his father. Vegeta smirked with two guards at the back of him smirking as well. "Father, let us be, please, show us mercy!" "You fall in love with a wicken, deny the marriage of Princess Nathalie, run away from the castle, and join this... this woman in wicken magic. And you expect me two show you mercy" Trunks snarled. "She's just a normal person like everyone else." Screeches from Ryanna made his head turn to her. The guards had placed a Ki collar onto her neck and he Ki was diminishing. "Oh yeah, a female who doesn't wear shoes, lives in a small shack in the woods, and plays with the forces of nature is a regular person." Trunks snarled again. "Then if we're so inferior why do you even bother to touch us?"
It was Vegeta's turn to snarl. "I will not let anyone from my blood be consumed into wicken ways. I simply won't allow it." "Then just pretend I was never born." Trunks' eyes were cold and dark as those words came from his mouth. Vegeta didn't move however, and was not intimidated by his son's appearance. "Bring them." Trunks was brought onto a horse and clamped at the hands with irons. Trunks looks back at Ryanna who was trying with all her might to get the collar off her neck. Her eyes looked into his and he was simply torn apart. "This is all my fault."
Sorry this took so long! I've been a little busy and I'm in a state of writers block. I will work on a rose by any other name, and will soon have it updated.