Well, you wanted it, so here it is, the sequel to "Bring on the Rain!" I'm
also going to be posting my Yu Yu Hakusho fic, "Changing Circumstances," So
check it out. If you aren't familiar with YYH, look it up anyway, I'll try
not to confuse you. If you write me with questions (regular e-mail) I'll
even answer them. I don't bite anymore, I promise. Okay, to make things
clear, let me tell you now that I'm writing this because you all wanted me
to. I don't remember most of the plans I had for this, so I might need some
help with ideas or it won't get done.
"Listen carefully to me, listen or you'll mess up again. I asked for sweet mint tea with extra ice and two lemons. Two. You brought me an unsweetened regular tea with little ice and three lemons. Do you see your mistake? Nod yes if you understand me, you simpleton. Do you see your mistake?" The flame haired woman huffed in annoyance and shoved the rather full glass back onto the waiting waitress's tray. "Try it again and don't you dare spit in it, I'll know if you do." She turned to her companion, who offered the waitress a sympathetic smile and shooed her away. "The service on this planet is abominable."
"I agree." He turned back to her, eyes cool. "Yet there is no need to let it get to you. They are, after all, lesser beings."
She snapped open her menu in irritation, but as she did she noticed movement across the street from their little outdoor café and slapped at her companion's arm. "There, look. He has it in him, I can feel it."
He turned to watch the figures moving down the sidewalk across the street. A young boy wearing a black helmet with flames drawn up the sides glided slowly on a black skateboard beside a young dark haired girl, deep in conversation. "You think he's from her line?"
"Open your eyes, fool, it's obvious. We've finally come to the right dimension." She cackled with pleasure, drawing looks from the café's other patrons.
Twelve-year-old Veggie Badman scowled darkly at his best friend, unconsciously mirroring one of his father's favorite expressions. "Don't be stupid, Goshin, you're letting your personal bias get in the way of your better judgement. Think for a minute. The guy's been around for over four hundred years, fighting every day to keep his head. Duncan MacLeod could beat the Battosai any day of the week!"
Goshin Son shook her head, a stubborn look to her face as she impatiently pushed dark strands of hair out of her eyes. "No, you listen. The Hiten Mitsurugi style is all about reading your opponent, the Highlander wouldn't stand a chance!"
"Who cares if he could read him, the guy's immortal, don't you think he would have come against someone just as strong sometime before?"
"No, because Kenshin's special."
"Why?"
Goshin stopped and kicked Veggies skateboard out from under him and into the street, making him fall painfully to the pavement. He glared at her a moment before hopping up and rushing into the street, heedless of the car that was coming.
"You idiot! Do you have any idea how long I had to save my allowance to buy this? Dad wasn't gonna get me one 'flying is good enough for a true warrior' he says. And you just go and chunk it into the street!" He stooped to pick it up, staring across the street as he felt eyes watching him. A couple sitting at an outdoor table at a little café, a white haired man and a redheaded lady in a really big hat, quickly looked away.
Veggie walked backwards back to the sidewalk, watching them.
"Those people were staring at me." He told Goshin quietly.
"Creepy." Goshin grinned suddenly, looking at her friend from the corner of her eye. "Don't worry, they probably just thought you were a monkey who escaped from the zoo." She announced cheerfully, grabbing his skateboard from him and tossing it on the ground. She hopped on and took off down the street, laughing.
It took Veggie a minute to realize what she'd done, then, growling, he took off running after her. "Hey! Get back here, you baka onna! Did I say you could borrow my skateboard? I don't think so! Get back here!"
"No, see, there's where you're so totally wrong. If the guy from Ranma ½ were real, he would never be able to kick our butts."
"But if we didn't have any of our Saiyan strength and were suddenly just like normal humans, he would have more skill than us, because all we care about is power, not technique."
"You're insane, Goshin." Veggie scooped, picking up his skateboard and tucking it under one arm before opening the kitchen door and holding it open for her. "You might be nothing without your power, but I got lots of style, and-" He trailed off when met by the angry eyes of Bulma Briefs. "Aw crap, what'd I do this time?" He groaned.
"Trouser tells me you two didn't wait to walk home with him. Again."
Veggie looked past her to the blue haired boy sitting at the kitchen table eating a cookie, his eyes triumphant behind his thick glasses.
"We didn't not wait for him, Bulma-san. We hid so he'd leave without us."
"Veggie!" Goshin hissed.
Bulma's pursed her lips in anger. "Are you trying to be funny, young man?"
"No. I'm completely serious."
Goshin elbowed him in the side, laughing nervously. "What Veggie means is.we didn't wait to walk with Trouser because we knew he would be interested in the conversation. We were just being considerate, you see?" Bulma looked unmoved. Goshin sighed. "You're going to tell my dad, aren't you?"
"I already have."
"But he's gonna give me that 'be considerate to other's feelings' speech again!" She wailed.
Veggie laughed, slapping her on the back. "Have fun with mister moral monitor."
"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you, Veggie. I told your dad, too."
Veggie paled.
To Be Continued Okay, I know it's really short, but like I said, I'm not really sure where I'm going with this, I only have a slight idea. So, I'm giving you the once in a lifetime opportunity to have an impact in the way the plot goes. If I don't get any suggestions, I'll just go with my half formed ideas. I know one thing I'm going to do, but there's a lot of space to fill in. IF I DON'T GET AT LEAST FIVE REVIEWS I WON'T BOTHER TO CONTINUE THIS! BEWARE!
"Listen carefully to me, listen or you'll mess up again. I asked for sweet mint tea with extra ice and two lemons. Two. You brought me an unsweetened regular tea with little ice and three lemons. Do you see your mistake? Nod yes if you understand me, you simpleton. Do you see your mistake?" The flame haired woman huffed in annoyance and shoved the rather full glass back onto the waiting waitress's tray. "Try it again and don't you dare spit in it, I'll know if you do." She turned to her companion, who offered the waitress a sympathetic smile and shooed her away. "The service on this planet is abominable."
"I agree." He turned back to her, eyes cool. "Yet there is no need to let it get to you. They are, after all, lesser beings."
She snapped open her menu in irritation, but as she did she noticed movement across the street from their little outdoor café and slapped at her companion's arm. "There, look. He has it in him, I can feel it."
He turned to watch the figures moving down the sidewalk across the street. A young boy wearing a black helmet with flames drawn up the sides glided slowly on a black skateboard beside a young dark haired girl, deep in conversation. "You think he's from her line?"
"Open your eyes, fool, it's obvious. We've finally come to the right dimension." She cackled with pleasure, drawing looks from the café's other patrons.
Twelve-year-old Veggie Badman scowled darkly at his best friend, unconsciously mirroring one of his father's favorite expressions. "Don't be stupid, Goshin, you're letting your personal bias get in the way of your better judgement. Think for a minute. The guy's been around for over four hundred years, fighting every day to keep his head. Duncan MacLeod could beat the Battosai any day of the week!"
Goshin Son shook her head, a stubborn look to her face as she impatiently pushed dark strands of hair out of her eyes. "No, you listen. The Hiten Mitsurugi style is all about reading your opponent, the Highlander wouldn't stand a chance!"
"Who cares if he could read him, the guy's immortal, don't you think he would have come against someone just as strong sometime before?"
"No, because Kenshin's special."
"Why?"
Goshin stopped and kicked Veggies skateboard out from under him and into the street, making him fall painfully to the pavement. He glared at her a moment before hopping up and rushing into the street, heedless of the car that was coming.
"You idiot! Do you have any idea how long I had to save my allowance to buy this? Dad wasn't gonna get me one 'flying is good enough for a true warrior' he says. And you just go and chunk it into the street!" He stooped to pick it up, staring across the street as he felt eyes watching him. A couple sitting at an outdoor table at a little café, a white haired man and a redheaded lady in a really big hat, quickly looked away.
Veggie walked backwards back to the sidewalk, watching them.
"Those people were staring at me." He told Goshin quietly.
"Creepy." Goshin grinned suddenly, looking at her friend from the corner of her eye. "Don't worry, they probably just thought you were a monkey who escaped from the zoo." She announced cheerfully, grabbing his skateboard from him and tossing it on the ground. She hopped on and took off down the street, laughing.
It took Veggie a minute to realize what she'd done, then, growling, he took off running after her. "Hey! Get back here, you baka onna! Did I say you could borrow my skateboard? I don't think so! Get back here!"
"No, see, there's where you're so totally wrong. If the guy from Ranma ½ were real, he would never be able to kick our butts."
"But if we didn't have any of our Saiyan strength and were suddenly just like normal humans, he would have more skill than us, because all we care about is power, not technique."
"You're insane, Goshin." Veggie scooped, picking up his skateboard and tucking it under one arm before opening the kitchen door and holding it open for her. "You might be nothing without your power, but I got lots of style, and-" He trailed off when met by the angry eyes of Bulma Briefs. "Aw crap, what'd I do this time?" He groaned.
"Trouser tells me you two didn't wait to walk home with him. Again."
Veggie looked past her to the blue haired boy sitting at the kitchen table eating a cookie, his eyes triumphant behind his thick glasses.
"We didn't not wait for him, Bulma-san. We hid so he'd leave without us."
"Veggie!" Goshin hissed.
Bulma's pursed her lips in anger. "Are you trying to be funny, young man?"
"No. I'm completely serious."
Goshin elbowed him in the side, laughing nervously. "What Veggie means is.we didn't wait to walk with Trouser because we knew he would be interested in the conversation. We were just being considerate, you see?" Bulma looked unmoved. Goshin sighed. "You're going to tell my dad, aren't you?"
"I already have."
"But he's gonna give me that 'be considerate to other's feelings' speech again!" She wailed.
Veggie laughed, slapping her on the back. "Have fun with mister moral monitor."
"I wouldn't be laughing if I were you, Veggie. I told your dad, too."
Veggie paled.
To Be Continued Okay, I know it's really short, but like I said, I'm not really sure where I'm going with this, I only have a slight idea. So, I'm giving you the once in a lifetime opportunity to have an impact in the way the plot goes. If I don't get any suggestions, I'll just go with my half formed ideas. I know one thing I'm going to do, but there's a lot of space to fill in. IF I DON'T GET AT LEAST FIVE REVIEWS I WON'T BOTHER TO CONTINUE THIS! BEWARE!