Hotaru ran up the stairs effortlessly, smiling as she went. Trunks
wasn't to far behind, but she knew from experience that he'd just let her
win any ways. Running into her room, Hotaru changed out of her dress as
quickly as she possibly could.
Trunks ran into his room and flew out of his clothes and flew into his sparring gi. He smiled briefly as he ran out the door of his room, only to see Hotaru already half way down the stairs, and he swore silently under his breath. Hotaru smirked, he knew she had, although he hadn't seen it for himself. Smiling, he kept running after her, although to no avail. She seemed to be almost dancing. Whirling and twirling gracefully through the air toward the door. She beat him outside, and then called out, "Ollie Ollie Oxen-free!" and he looked at her oddly.
"Ollie ollie oxen-free?" he asked, curiously. Hotaru laughed lightly, her voice melodic and entrancing, explaining to him what she had learned from children on earth.
"It's my way of saying, 'I win, I beat you, I'm on safe territory.'" Hotaru explained, amusement still evident in her voice. She was happy, and for the moment, that was all that mattered.
"Interesting. I want to show you place I believe you'll like. It's like a place out of your dreams." Trunks said.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Hotaru asked, puzzled for the moment.
"You know, a place you could only dream of." Trunks explained. His voice was deep and layered with chords of baritone. It was beautiful sounding in Hotaru's opinion.
"Oh, alright then." Hotaru said, smiling. She even held Trunks's hand as they made their way through the forest.
"This is it, coming up here." Trunks said, gesturing to the clearing up ahead of them.
"Oh my gosh!" Hotaru said, her free hand shooting up and covering her mouth.
"What's wrong?" Trunks asked her, worried.
"Well, it's just that, I have seen this place before. In my dreams!" Hotaru said, gasping.
"My mother said the same thing when my father first took her here." Trunks said, seriously.
"Really?" Hotaru asked, her eyes widening considerably.
"Really." Trunks said, a tone of finality in his voice. Hotaru smiled slightly at the thought of what was happening. She could live with that.
"Do you want to spar over the water then? Or is it too beautiful for even a saiyan prince to disturb?" Hotaru questioned, curiously.
"It is indeed to beautiful to disturb, however, your beauty surpasses it, and makes me wonder how I will be able to spar with you." Trunks said, his voice considerably softer than it was when he was talking about the lake.
"You'll just have to trust that I can win." Hotaru said, smiling, a mischievious grin in her eyes as well as pasted firmly on her face.
"You can't win unless I let you." Trunks said haughtily.
"Of course I can." Hotaru said, rather seriously and honestly.
"Then we'll just have to find out, won't we." he said, and they made their way quickly back to the clearing.
"On the count of three...." Hotaru said, but Trunks had cheated and charged at her. Bad idea. She laughed to herself, muttering, "Poor guy, he doesn't know how much sparring I've done in my immortal life time, does he?" and she easily dodged his swift attack. She merely dodged him for five full minutes, wearing him down. She then decided to attack him as a counter.
Charging at her once more, Trunks knew she would dodge, but his plan was unfolding in his head. Unfortunately, after she dodged, Hotaru performed a counter attack, and knocked him to the ground rather easily. She didn't hurt him at all. She had no desire to. But right now, there had to possibly somebody she could spar with to let out her pent up emotions. Somebody she could hurt and not regret it. Maybe Vegeta would spar with her if she asked.
"Trunks? I'm sorry." Hotaru said, helping him up off of the ground.
"It's alright, I deserved that." Trunks said, smiling sheepishly.
"I need to spar somebody I can actually hurt and not wanna hurt myself. I don't wanna beat on you completely and totally...." Hotaru said.
"Well, you could always fight the simulations.... Would you like to?" Trunks asked. He wasn't worried quite yet, but he was still somewhat concerned.
"That sounds like fun. Can we do that now?" Hotaru asked. Trunks nodded obligingly. He took her hand and led her back to the mansion where everyone was now gone aside from his mother, father, and grandparents.
"Dad? Is the simulation machine up for a go? Hotaru wants to spar." Trunks asked his father.
"Yes, it is, but why don't you and Hotaru just spar?" he asked, curiously.
"Well, she says that I don't pose enough of a challenge." Trunks said, blushing.
"Ah, I see. And you deserve this, as well, because you aren't exactly training your hardest lately." Vegeta replied, rather cockily.
"I could beat you, too. You aren't seeming to be posing much of a challenge slandering your own son." Hotaru spoke up, defending Trunks. Vegeta quickly scowled.
"Are you implying that I'm not worth the time, onna?" Vegeta asked.
"Maybe I am." Hotaru said. She looked at Trunks, who was silently pleading with her eyes not to spar his father while he was angry.
"We'll just see who's not worth the time. Come to the anti- gravitation chamber." Vegeta said, smirking.
"Fine, I'll whomp on you, Vegeta-sensei." Hotaru said, full of confidence. She would be able to let out her emotions, now that she riled Vegeta-sensei up, he wouldn't be as easily injured.
"Like hell you will, onna." Vegeta scowled. His confidence was not as high as it had been merely moments before. Trunks, behind his father's back, was silently shooting Hotaru looks of pleading and displeasure at the way she was behaving.
Trunks, obviously being ignored, followed dejectedly to the anti- gravity chamber, to watch the sparring match through the windows.
Hey everyone. My internet still doesn't work as I write this chapter either. It's coming up on May first, so I'll be a bit busy with soccer, but otherwise, I'm going to get this stuff posted ASAP as well as the upcoming chapter(s) on Hotaru's sparring match with Vegeta, and the next chapters on what's to come along the lines of the enemy I'm going to invent. He's my own villain. Because I feel like it. See you all next time, don't forget to leave me reviews! Krysta-chan
Trunks ran into his room and flew out of his clothes and flew into his sparring gi. He smiled briefly as he ran out the door of his room, only to see Hotaru already half way down the stairs, and he swore silently under his breath. Hotaru smirked, he knew she had, although he hadn't seen it for himself. Smiling, he kept running after her, although to no avail. She seemed to be almost dancing. Whirling and twirling gracefully through the air toward the door. She beat him outside, and then called out, "Ollie Ollie Oxen-free!" and he looked at her oddly.
"Ollie ollie oxen-free?" he asked, curiously. Hotaru laughed lightly, her voice melodic and entrancing, explaining to him what she had learned from children on earth.
"It's my way of saying, 'I win, I beat you, I'm on safe territory.'" Hotaru explained, amusement still evident in her voice. She was happy, and for the moment, that was all that mattered.
"Interesting. I want to show you place I believe you'll like. It's like a place out of your dreams." Trunks said.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Hotaru asked, puzzled for the moment.
"You know, a place you could only dream of." Trunks explained. His voice was deep and layered with chords of baritone. It was beautiful sounding in Hotaru's opinion.
"Oh, alright then." Hotaru said, smiling. She even held Trunks's hand as they made their way through the forest.
"This is it, coming up here." Trunks said, gesturing to the clearing up ahead of them.
"Oh my gosh!" Hotaru said, her free hand shooting up and covering her mouth.
"What's wrong?" Trunks asked her, worried.
"Well, it's just that, I have seen this place before. In my dreams!" Hotaru said, gasping.
"My mother said the same thing when my father first took her here." Trunks said, seriously.
"Really?" Hotaru asked, her eyes widening considerably.
"Really." Trunks said, a tone of finality in his voice. Hotaru smiled slightly at the thought of what was happening. She could live with that.
"Do you want to spar over the water then? Or is it too beautiful for even a saiyan prince to disturb?" Hotaru questioned, curiously.
"It is indeed to beautiful to disturb, however, your beauty surpasses it, and makes me wonder how I will be able to spar with you." Trunks said, his voice considerably softer than it was when he was talking about the lake.
"You'll just have to trust that I can win." Hotaru said, smiling, a mischievious grin in her eyes as well as pasted firmly on her face.
"You can't win unless I let you." Trunks said haughtily.
"Of course I can." Hotaru said, rather seriously and honestly.
"Then we'll just have to find out, won't we." he said, and they made their way quickly back to the clearing.
"On the count of three...." Hotaru said, but Trunks had cheated and charged at her. Bad idea. She laughed to herself, muttering, "Poor guy, he doesn't know how much sparring I've done in my immortal life time, does he?" and she easily dodged his swift attack. She merely dodged him for five full minutes, wearing him down. She then decided to attack him as a counter.
Charging at her once more, Trunks knew she would dodge, but his plan was unfolding in his head. Unfortunately, after she dodged, Hotaru performed a counter attack, and knocked him to the ground rather easily. She didn't hurt him at all. She had no desire to. But right now, there had to possibly somebody she could spar with to let out her pent up emotions. Somebody she could hurt and not regret it. Maybe Vegeta would spar with her if she asked.
"Trunks? I'm sorry." Hotaru said, helping him up off of the ground.
"It's alright, I deserved that." Trunks said, smiling sheepishly.
"I need to spar somebody I can actually hurt and not wanna hurt myself. I don't wanna beat on you completely and totally...." Hotaru said.
"Well, you could always fight the simulations.... Would you like to?" Trunks asked. He wasn't worried quite yet, but he was still somewhat concerned.
"That sounds like fun. Can we do that now?" Hotaru asked. Trunks nodded obligingly. He took her hand and led her back to the mansion where everyone was now gone aside from his mother, father, and grandparents.
"Dad? Is the simulation machine up for a go? Hotaru wants to spar." Trunks asked his father.
"Yes, it is, but why don't you and Hotaru just spar?" he asked, curiously.
"Well, she says that I don't pose enough of a challenge." Trunks said, blushing.
"Ah, I see. And you deserve this, as well, because you aren't exactly training your hardest lately." Vegeta replied, rather cockily.
"I could beat you, too. You aren't seeming to be posing much of a challenge slandering your own son." Hotaru spoke up, defending Trunks. Vegeta quickly scowled.
"Are you implying that I'm not worth the time, onna?" Vegeta asked.
"Maybe I am." Hotaru said. She looked at Trunks, who was silently pleading with her eyes not to spar his father while he was angry.
"We'll just see who's not worth the time. Come to the anti- gravitation chamber." Vegeta said, smirking.
"Fine, I'll whomp on you, Vegeta-sensei." Hotaru said, full of confidence. She would be able to let out her emotions, now that she riled Vegeta-sensei up, he wouldn't be as easily injured.
"Like hell you will, onna." Vegeta scowled. His confidence was not as high as it had been merely moments before. Trunks, behind his father's back, was silently shooting Hotaru looks of pleading and displeasure at the way she was behaving.
Trunks, obviously being ignored, followed dejectedly to the anti- gravity chamber, to watch the sparring match through the windows.
Hey everyone. My internet still doesn't work as I write this chapter either. It's coming up on May first, so I'll be a bit busy with soccer, but otherwise, I'm going to get this stuff posted ASAP as well as the upcoming chapter(s) on Hotaru's sparring match with Vegeta, and the next chapters on what's to come along the lines of the enemy I'm going to invent. He's my own villain. Because I feel like it. See you all next time, don't forget to leave me reviews! Krysta-chan