Chapter 3
Horses Bring Out The Bad
Disclaimer: I own NADA! =D
Notes:
#1: OK! There is a Mrs. Briefs is in this, and it is NOT Bulma. Also, I don't know what to call Vegeta's sister, so I am just going to pretend that Vegeta's actual last name is Briefs. Bear with me! LoL To clear things up: Mrs. Briefs is VEGETA'S SISTER! =D
#2: Anne is like short for Android 18. I don't know. I just think that, instead of calling her 18, or Android 18, or Juuhachigou, or Juu, or whatever, I just think Anne is a little more human! Sounds prettier as well.
#3: Marron's grandpa in this is going to be Roshi. The best I could do people.
A petite blonde sat upon a black stallion, looking past the countryside, of the Shishomi Estate, owned by the prodigious Mrs. Briefs. Her golden hair whipped through the wind, as she gazed down at the sight. She shivered in the cool breeze as she gazed down upon the land.
"You have such an extravagant piece of land, Mrs. Briefs," the young blonde whispered in the wind, eyes locked on to the scenery. "It's breathtaking." Mrs. Briefs smiled.
"Thank you, Marron. Shishomi Estate has been brought to my family for generations upon generations. Does your family do much riding?" the older woman asked, brushing off her jeans. Marron's eyes, once crystal blue, then clouded over.
"Me and my mother, Anne, used to go riding all the time. But, then she got sick."
"Oh, I am so sorry to hear that," the older woman thought to quickly redirect the subject, as their horses trotted along, back towards the stables. "What about your other family?"
"My grandpa used to breed horses on his farm, awhile back. I used to go there all the time and ride them."
"Oh really? I know a lot of breeders, what is his name?"
"Well, he really didn't like his first name, so everyone just called him Master Roshi, because he was a master with horses. Kind of corny, but it works."
"Roshi," the old woman thought for a moment. "Chinese?"
"Japanese." Marron corrected. Mrs. Briefs smiled.
"I cannot recall that name. Oh well," she frowned. "In any event, Marron, dear, please consider this your home, just for the time being."
"Thank you. It's so peaceful and quiet around here." Marron sighed. All of a sudden a loud gunshot rang in their ears. Marron gasped, at the sudden intensity of it all, she almost fell of her horse. Mrs. Briefs laughed.
"Do not fret, darling. It is only Trunks. Oh, he must be here!" she exclaimed. "Come along dear, I will show you what the Black Rider can do! Hayah!" She smacked Marron's horse's rear end, as they galloped towards the shot.
Trunks stood upon the midst of the flower field, with a shotgun in hand. His black tailored jacket and pants whipped in the same breeze Marron shivered in.
"Pull." he said, as the groundskeeper, Kiijio, stood by the trap. Kiijio loaded the trap with a marker, and sprang it up in the air. Trunks aimed his shotgun.
"Die mother fucker." he said, as he pulled the trigger. He waited for the crash of the bullet hitting the marker, but nothing. "Shit Shit Shit." Kiijio stifled a snicker, as Trunks glared at the marker, which now laid on the ground, still in tact. Trunks heard a little kitten meow.
"Here Kitty Kitty," he calmly whispered, as he saw the little kitten playing in the flowers. He quietly reloaded the gun, as he watched it with intense blue eyes. "Pussy Pussy Pussy." He started to aim the gun, and put his finger on the trigger.
"Trunks!" a woman yelled from across the field. Trunks lowered his gun, and cursed under his breath, as he watched the little kitten scamper away. He then turned to the two riders, and put on a fake grin.
"Auntie!" he waved, too innocently. "I have been looking all over for you! Where have you been?" Mrs. Briefs got off her horse, and gave Trunks a big hug. "I have missed you." He smiled at his aunt, again, too innocently.
"I have missed you as well, Trunks." she smiled. "How are your parents?"
"They are finally coming back next week. I have missed them terribly." he lied. Mrs. Briefs stroked Trunks cheek, lovingly.
"Oh, Trunks, this is Marron Chestnut. She will be staying with me for the next few weeks." she waved her hand to Marron, who was still sitting on the huge black stallion.
"I guess that makes two of us." Trunks winked at Marron, who smiled back, politely. "Let me help you off your horse, mi-lady." Marron eyed him, suspiciously, but then swung her leg over the horse. Trunks grabbed Marron's tiny waist, and sat her down on the ground. He extended his hand, and she politely put her hand in his. His eyes twinkled, and he brought it up to his mouth, and kissed it. Marron blushed and turned to Mrs. Briefs.
"Oh Auntie, could you please go on in and whip up some of that wonderful iced tea that you make so well. We will take care of the horses."
"Anything for you Trunks. See you two later." And with that, Mrs. Briefs strode over to the house. Trunks and Marron grabbed the reins of the horses and began walking towards the stables.
"So, what year are you in, Marron?"
"Junior."
"Got a boyfriend?"
"No."
"Why not? You're so beau-"
"Relationships are distracting. I need to concentrate on my studies."
"Lesbo?"
"Excuse me?" Marron gasped, looking at Trunks, astounded. She dropped her jacket.
"Well, are you?" he asked.
"No, I'm not." Marron bended over to pick up her jacket, and came back up. Trunks stared at her.
"Nice." he calmly said.
"Are you often this offensive on the first encounter?"
"Sorry, I was just being honest. You do, by the way, have a very nice ass." Marron shook her head, and continued walking.
"I read your little article."
"You did?" Marron looked at him. Trunks looked ahead, and glared at nothing.
"I found it rather appalling," he replied. Marron gasped.
"Most people like to praise me on it."
"Most people are morons. I mean who are you to knock what you have never experienced yourself?"
"I wasn't knocking anything. It's just my belief that people should not experience the act of love until they are in love," she countered. "And that people our age are too immature to be in touch with those emotions."
"Oh really now?"
"Take yourself. You have slept with several women. Are you happier because of it?"
"How do you know I have been with several women?" he asked angrily.
"A friend wrote me." Marron stated. They finally reached the stables, and put the horses away, with some beckoning, and Marron started giving them fresh water. Trunks sat on a bench, watching her interact.
"Well maybe you should get to know the person before you judge them instead of listening to some bullshit gossip." he sounded really hurt. Marron sighed, as she stroked the neck of the black stallion.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, but you still didn't answer the question." They became silent. The horses neighed, and began moving about. Trunks glared daggers at Marron, while she leaned on a pole, and looked outside the stable door. Trunks decided to break the silence.
"Who the hell is taking their time to write letters, spreading this shit about me?" he wondered, aloud.
"It really is not that important."
"Fine, forget it. It's obvious that we're not going to be friends." Trunks seemed to be pouting. Marron sighed.
"Now Trunks, why are you being so dramatic?"
"Look, I have got a lot of problems and I am trying to deal with them the best I can and the last thing I need is people spreading shit about me." Trunks glared at the wall.
"All right, I said I was sorry," Marron said. "Can we maybe start over again? I think we might have gotten off on the wrong foot." She took a couple steps towards him, and stuck out her hand.
"Marron Chestnut." she smiled. He accepted her hand.
"Trunks Briefs." they released.
"So tell me, Marron. I am very curious, since you have never had sex," Trunks paused. "Do you touch yourself?" Trunks smirked. Marron's eyes widened. She stomped her foot, and let out an exasperated sigh. "What?" he asked, innocently. Marron stormed out of the stables. "What did I say?"
OK, Chapter 3 done in a matter of minutes. Thanks a lot to LilMelfina64, Gisele, and Starry-Eyez888, the coolest people on earth. LoL I really don't think very many people are reading this, but that's cool. I have it up. And if people don't like it, they can screw themselves. Oh well! I'll have the 4th chapter up soon! Oh yeah, and drop a line sometime, and tell me what you think. legolasluverchick@yahoo.com Jeez that should be driven into your brain by now!
Tootles! * LL *
Horses Bring Out The Bad
Disclaimer: I own NADA! =D
Notes:
#1: OK! There is a Mrs. Briefs is in this, and it is NOT Bulma. Also, I don't know what to call Vegeta's sister, so I am just going to pretend that Vegeta's actual last name is Briefs. Bear with me! LoL To clear things up: Mrs. Briefs is VEGETA'S SISTER! =D
#2: Anne is like short for Android 18. I don't know. I just think that, instead of calling her 18, or Android 18, or Juuhachigou, or Juu, or whatever, I just think Anne is a little more human! Sounds prettier as well.
#3: Marron's grandpa in this is going to be Roshi. The best I could do people.
A petite blonde sat upon a black stallion, looking past the countryside, of the Shishomi Estate, owned by the prodigious Mrs. Briefs. Her golden hair whipped through the wind, as she gazed down at the sight. She shivered in the cool breeze as she gazed down upon the land.
"You have such an extravagant piece of land, Mrs. Briefs," the young blonde whispered in the wind, eyes locked on to the scenery. "It's breathtaking." Mrs. Briefs smiled.
"Thank you, Marron. Shishomi Estate has been brought to my family for generations upon generations. Does your family do much riding?" the older woman asked, brushing off her jeans. Marron's eyes, once crystal blue, then clouded over.
"Me and my mother, Anne, used to go riding all the time. But, then she got sick."
"Oh, I am so sorry to hear that," the older woman thought to quickly redirect the subject, as their horses trotted along, back towards the stables. "What about your other family?"
"My grandpa used to breed horses on his farm, awhile back. I used to go there all the time and ride them."
"Oh really? I know a lot of breeders, what is his name?"
"Well, he really didn't like his first name, so everyone just called him Master Roshi, because he was a master with horses. Kind of corny, but it works."
"Roshi," the old woman thought for a moment. "Chinese?"
"Japanese." Marron corrected. Mrs. Briefs smiled.
"I cannot recall that name. Oh well," she frowned. "In any event, Marron, dear, please consider this your home, just for the time being."
"Thank you. It's so peaceful and quiet around here." Marron sighed. All of a sudden a loud gunshot rang in their ears. Marron gasped, at the sudden intensity of it all, she almost fell of her horse. Mrs. Briefs laughed.
"Do not fret, darling. It is only Trunks. Oh, he must be here!" she exclaimed. "Come along dear, I will show you what the Black Rider can do! Hayah!" She smacked Marron's horse's rear end, as they galloped towards the shot.
Trunks stood upon the midst of the flower field, with a shotgun in hand. His black tailored jacket and pants whipped in the same breeze Marron shivered in.
"Pull." he said, as the groundskeeper, Kiijio, stood by the trap. Kiijio loaded the trap with a marker, and sprang it up in the air. Trunks aimed his shotgun.
"Die mother fucker." he said, as he pulled the trigger. He waited for the crash of the bullet hitting the marker, but nothing. "Shit Shit Shit." Kiijio stifled a snicker, as Trunks glared at the marker, which now laid on the ground, still in tact. Trunks heard a little kitten meow.
"Here Kitty Kitty," he calmly whispered, as he saw the little kitten playing in the flowers. He quietly reloaded the gun, as he watched it with intense blue eyes. "Pussy Pussy Pussy." He started to aim the gun, and put his finger on the trigger.
"Trunks!" a woman yelled from across the field. Trunks lowered his gun, and cursed under his breath, as he watched the little kitten scamper away. He then turned to the two riders, and put on a fake grin.
"Auntie!" he waved, too innocently. "I have been looking all over for you! Where have you been?" Mrs. Briefs got off her horse, and gave Trunks a big hug. "I have missed you." He smiled at his aunt, again, too innocently.
"I have missed you as well, Trunks." she smiled. "How are your parents?"
"They are finally coming back next week. I have missed them terribly." he lied. Mrs. Briefs stroked Trunks cheek, lovingly.
"Oh, Trunks, this is Marron Chestnut. She will be staying with me for the next few weeks." she waved her hand to Marron, who was still sitting on the huge black stallion.
"I guess that makes two of us." Trunks winked at Marron, who smiled back, politely. "Let me help you off your horse, mi-lady." Marron eyed him, suspiciously, but then swung her leg over the horse. Trunks grabbed Marron's tiny waist, and sat her down on the ground. He extended his hand, and she politely put her hand in his. His eyes twinkled, and he brought it up to his mouth, and kissed it. Marron blushed and turned to Mrs. Briefs.
"Oh Auntie, could you please go on in and whip up some of that wonderful iced tea that you make so well. We will take care of the horses."
"Anything for you Trunks. See you two later." And with that, Mrs. Briefs strode over to the house. Trunks and Marron grabbed the reins of the horses and began walking towards the stables.
"So, what year are you in, Marron?"
"Junior."
"Got a boyfriend?"
"No."
"Why not? You're so beau-"
"Relationships are distracting. I need to concentrate on my studies."
"Lesbo?"
"Excuse me?" Marron gasped, looking at Trunks, astounded. She dropped her jacket.
"Well, are you?" he asked.
"No, I'm not." Marron bended over to pick up her jacket, and came back up. Trunks stared at her.
"Nice." he calmly said.
"Are you often this offensive on the first encounter?"
"Sorry, I was just being honest. You do, by the way, have a very nice ass." Marron shook her head, and continued walking.
"I read your little article."
"You did?" Marron looked at him. Trunks looked ahead, and glared at nothing.
"I found it rather appalling," he replied. Marron gasped.
"Most people like to praise me on it."
"Most people are morons. I mean who are you to knock what you have never experienced yourself?"
"I wasn't knocking anything. It's just my belief that people should not experience the act of love until they are in love," she countered. "And that people our age are too immature to be in touch with those emotions."
"Oh really now?"
"Take yourself. You have slept with several women. Are you happier because of it?"
"How do you know I have been with several women?" he asked angrily.
"A friend wrote me." Marron stated. They finally reached the stables, and put the horses away, with some beckoning, and Marron started giving them fresh water. Trunks sat on a bench, watching her interact.
"Well maybe you should get to know the person before you judge them instead of listening to some bullshit gossip." he sounded really hurt. Marron sighed, as she stroked the neck of the black stallion.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you, but you still didn't answer the question." They became silent. The horses neighed, and began moving about. Trunks glared daggers at Marron, while she leaned on a pole, and looked outside the stable door. Trunks decided to break the silence.
"Who the hell is taking their time to write letters, spreading this shit about me?" he wondered, aloud.
"It really is not that important."
"Fine, forget it. It's obvious that we're not going to be friends." Trunks seemed to be pouting. Marron sighed.
"Now Trunks, why are you being so dramatic?"
"Look, I have got a lot of problems and I am trying to deal with them the best I can and the last thing I need is people spreading shit about me." Trunks glared at the wall.
"All right, I said I was sorry," Marron said. "Can we maybe start over again? I think we might have gotten off on the wrong foot." She took a couple steps towards him, and stuck out her hand.
"Marron Chestnut." she smiled. He accepted her hand.
"Trunks Briefs." they released.
"So tell me, Marron. I am very curious, since you have never had sex," Trunks paused. "Do you touch yourself?" Trunks smirked. Marron's eyes widened. She stomped her foot, and let out an exasperated sigh. "What?" he asked, innocently. Marron stormed out of the stables. "What did I say?"
OK, Chapter 3 done in a matter of minutes. Thanks a lot to LilMelfina64, Gisele, and Starry-Eyez888, the coolest people on earth. LoL I really don't think very many people are reading this, but that's cool. I have it up. And if people don't like it, they can screw themselves. Oh well! I'll have the 4th chapter up soon! Oh yeah, and drop a line sometime, and tell me what you think. legolasluverchick@yahoo.com Jeez that should be driven into your brain by now!
Tootles! * LL *