Hey once again, all!
Yes, I have taken up writing this story again! After completing EDO, I decided I needed something to keep me occupied, so here we are!
Goten: Really now, are we?
Yes, I believe we are.
Goten: Amazing.
Yes...on with the show!
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As the two raced along in the midday sun, Trunks noticed something: he hadn't really been controlling his speed. He must have been going twice the speed of an average human, yet CJ was keeping up just fine, her usual confused yet cheerful expression plastered across her face. 'I must be dragging her!' he realized, and he slowed down back to a more reasonable pace. The corners of her mouth seemed to turn downward for a moment, but only for a split second. 'That's odd,' he thought, 'I could have sworn I just saw her look kinda disappointed...' But he shook the thought away as they approached the park. It was a quaint little spot, with a slide, jungle gym, some swings, and a large soccer field. There were a few kids playing tag out on the field, and an older woman sitting on a bench. It was a quaint little scene, to say the least.
Trunks skidded to a halt as they came onto some gravel, but unfortunately, CJ had been a little less aware of her surroundings. The result of this miscalculation was her falling face first towards the ground, clamping her eyes shut. But, as luck would have it, she never felt herself hit the ground. Turning herself around, she looked up into his eyes once more. "Why, hello again Trunks," she mumbled, a slight grin on her face. Trunks, realizing his position...again, turned a slight pinkish shade, and quickly got her back on her feet. She nodded slightly in thanks, and then turned to face the playground. Her eyes opened wide. "What?" asked Trunks, concerned. "What do you see?" The corners of her mouth tugged upward, pulling her lips into a smile. "SLIDE!" she shouted, racing over to a tall slide across the soccer field. A quizzical look spread across his face, but nonetheless, he shrugged and followed suit.
When Trunks arrived at the other side of the park, he found CJ sitting atop the tall slide. She extended her arms above her head, then nudged herself off as she slid to the bottom. "Whee!" she exclaimed cheerfully. This was what he loved about her: her laughter, her joy, the way her eyes closed gently when she smiled softly. She was four years old on the inside, and though others would most likely find her somewhat annoying, or immature, it made him so happy to see her smile. But then, there were her eyes... her emerald green orbs, deep pools of mystery, of times past, loves lost...and pain. He had always seen the hurt in her eyes, but chose not to think it was there. For a person so bright, so vibrant...it was unusual...and somewhat frightening. Part of her remained a mystery, but he loved her all the more for it. Wait, love? Did he love her? No, he couldn't...could he? But his thoughts were interrupted as CJ ran towards him.
"Oh Tru-unks," she said in a sing-song voice, her hands behind her back, "guess what?" He gave her a questioning look. "What is it CJ?" he questioned. She grinned wide. "YOU'RE IT!" she shouted. And with that, she smacked him over the head with a water balloon, and dashed off. Trunks blinked. "WHERE the HELL did you get a water balloon?" he called, chasing after her. She looked over her shoulder and flashed a smile. Trunks chuckled. So, this was how she was going to play? Fine then! He'd show her...he just didn't know how quite yet. But there was always time for that later.
"Hey Trunks!" she called out, coming to a stop. "Catch!" And with that, she threw a line of balloons straight for him. Fortunately, he predicted some kind of maneuver such as this, and was able to catch the majority of them. The rest landed in a neat little pile behind him. CJ's eyes grew wide, and he smirked. "My turn," he said in a barely audible tone. She gulped. What happened next may be difficult to follow, so I shall put it as clearly as I can: As Trunks prepared to pelt her with the balloons he now possessed, she charged towards him, in an attempt to throw him off. Of course, she hadn't truly thought about controlling her speed, and naturally, she collided with Trunks. As he fell backward, his balloons shot into the air, and he was tackled straight into (you guessed it!) the pile of balloons.
Now soaking wet, he opened his eyes and raised his head to see CJ, collapsed onto his chest. Color came to his cheeks. "Hey," he whispered as he poked her lifeless form, "you ok?" Her head slowly lifted, a grin on her face. "Oh, hi there Trunks...heh he heh..." she mumbled, jumping back up to the ground. "Well, I suppose I win then, eh?" Trunks smirked as she stood up and dusted of his pants. "Five," he said, receiving an odd look from her companion. "Four," he stated, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. "What are you saying, Trunks?" She was very confused. "Three...two...one," he smirked, resembling a look his father might give. He then took a step back, as all of his lost water balloons fell from the sky and landed on CJ.
Soaking wet, she brushed her dripping hair out of her eyes as she glared daggers at Trunks. He gulped. She then dashed forward and tackled him to the ground once again. The pair laughed and laughed as they rolled down the field. Finally, after they both became somewhat dizzy, they came to a stop, Trunks on top of CJ, their laughter turning to soft chuckles, and then dying altogether. Deep emerald green met icy blue as their eyes met, their faces just several inches apart. Their lips came closer and closer, eyes slowly closing, until CJ realized the position the two were in. She quickly thought of a way to counter his 'attack.' "Well Trunks, this seems to be a common position for us, doesn't it? Will this become a daily ritual for us?" Trunks quickly opened his eyes and turned a deep shade of crimson.
CJ jumped back onto her feet, shaking out some of the water from her hair, much like a dog might do when wet. "Well, I'm soaked," she stated. At this moment, Trunks got a brilliant idea. "I don't have a clue how you got those balloons, but I know a great way to dry off..." he began. CJ raised an eyebrow. "But you'd have to trust me a whole lot." She decided to make things difficult for him. "Well Trunks, I'm not quite sure I'm ready to take that kind of step yet...it's just so soon!" Trunks turned nearly twenty-seven different shades of red. "No! Nothing like that!" he shouted, waving his arms in front of his face. "Oh, so you don't like me?" she said, turning away in a 'huff.' "No! I like you, it's just..." but he was cut off by the sound of CJ's laughter. "I'm kidding!" she managed to fit in between laughing fits. His face returned to a slightly paler shade. "Oh, alright then."
"Ok, so what's your plan?" CJ asked. "Well, you'd really have to trust me, like I said before," he warned. She nodded. "So, do you trust me?" he asked, extending his hand to her. (Had to throw some Aladdin in here SOMEWHERE!) She smiled, taking hold of his hand. "Of course I do." Trunks felt relief wash over himself. If she had said no, his whole scheme would be ruined. (Along with my plot) "Alright, you ready?" he asked. She nodded. "Ok, close your eyes..." CJ slowly closed her eyes, wondering what he had in mind. She then felt his strong arms encircle her waist, and a sudden rush of air passed by her body. It was at this moment that she opened her eyes, only to see the park growing smaller and smaller below her. They were flying!
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Dear me! That was somewhat longer! My goal was 1,000 words.
Goten: You'll still never compare to Pixie.
That's right, lower my self esteem...
-in a closet nearby-
Trunks: Now WHY did you pull me in here?
Pan: Hush! I have a plan!
Trunks: You mean...THAT plan?
Pan: Yes! The plan to make Kano fall for Goten, and visa versa!
Trunks: Ok, so what is this 'master plan'?
Pan: Well, first we -whisper whisper-
Trunks: Ah! I see! Well -looks at you- REVIEW! It's part of out master plan!
Yes, I have taken up writing this story again! After completing EDO, I decided I needed something to keep me occupied, so here we are!
Goten: Really now, are we?
Yes, I believe we are.
Goten: Amazing.
Yes...on with the show!
******************************************
As the two raced along in the midday sun, Trunks noticed something: he hadn't really been controlling his speed. He must have been going twice the speed of an average human, yet CJ was keeping up just fine, her usual confused yet cheerful expression plastered across her face. 'I must be dragging her!' he realized, and he slowed down back to a more reasonable pace. The corners of her mouth seemed to turn downward for a moment, but only for a split second. 'That's odd,' he thought, 'I could have sworn I just saw her look kinda disappointed...' But he shook the thought away as they approached the park. It was a quaint little spot, with a slide, jungle gym, some swings, and a large soccer field. There were a few kids playing tag out on the field, and an older woman sitting on a bench. It was a quaint little scene, to say the least.
Trunks skidded to a halt as they came onto some gravel, but unfortunately, CJ had been a little less aware of her surroundings. The result of this miscalculation was her falling face first towards the ground, clamping her eyes shut. But, as luck would have it, she never felt herself hit the ground. Turning herself around, she looked up into his eyes once more. "Why, hello again Trunks," she mumbled, a slight grin on her face. Trunks, realizing his position...again, turned a slight pinkish shade, and quickly got her back on her feet. She nodded slightly in thanks, and then turned to face the playground. Her eyes opened wide. "What?" asked Trunks, concerned. "What do you see?" The corners of her mouth tugged upward, pulling her lips into a smile. "SLIDE!" she shouted, racing over to a tall slide across the soccer field. A quizzical look spread across his face, but nonetheless, he shrugged and followed suit.
When Trunks arrived at the other side of the park, he found CJ sitting atop the tall slide. She extended her arms above her head, then nudged herself off as she slid to the bottom. "Whee!" she exclaimed cheerfully. This was what he loved about her: her laughter, her joy, the way her eyes closed gently when she smiled softly. She was four years old on the inside, and though others would most likely find her somewhat annoying, or immature, it made him so happy to see her smile. But then, there were her eyes... her emerald green orbs, deep pools of mystery, of times past, loves lost...and pain. He had always seen the hurt in her eyes, but chose not to think it was there. For a person so bright, so vibrant...it was unusual...and somewhat frightening. Part of her remained a mystery, but he loved her all the more for it. Wait, love? Did he love her? No, he couldn't...could he? But his thoughts were interrupted as CJ ran towards him.
"Oh Tru-unks," she said in a sing-song voice, her hands behind her back, "guess what?" He gave her a questioning look. "What is it CJ?" he questioned. She grinned wide. "YOU'RE IT!" she shouted. And with that, she smacked him over the head with a water balloon, and dashed off. Trunks blinked. "WHERE the HELL did you get a water balloon?" he called, chasing after her. She looked over her shoulder and flashed a smile. Trunks chuckled. So, this was how she was going to play? Fine then! He'd show her...he just didn't know how quite yet. But there was always time for that later.
"Hey Trunks!" she called out, coming to a stop. "Catch!" And with that, she threw a line of balloons straight for him. Fortunately, he predicted some kind of maneuver such as this, and was able to catch the majority of them. The rest landed in a neat little pile behind him. CJ's eyes grew wide, and he smirked. "My turn," he said in a barely audible tone. She gulped. What happened next may be difficult to follow, so I shall put it as clearly as I can: As Trunks prepared to pelt her with the balloons he now possessed, she charged towards him, in an attempt to throw him off. Of course, she hadn't truly thought about controlling her speed, and naturally, she collided with Trunks. As he fell backward, his balloons shot into the air, and he was tackled straight into (you guessed it!) the pile of balloons.
Now soaking wet, he opened his eyes and raised his head to see CJ, collapsed onto his chest. Color came to his cheeks. "Hey," he whispered as he poked her lifeless form, "you ok?" Her head slowly lifted, a grin on her face. "Oh, hi there Trunks...heh he heh..." she mumbled, jumping back up to the ground. "Well, I suppose I win then, eh?" Trunks smirked as she stood up and dusted of his pants. "Five," he said, receiving an odd look from her companion. "Four," he stated, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. "What are you saying, Trunks?" She was very confused. "Three...two...one," he smirked, resembling a look his father might give. He then took a step back, as all of his lost water balloons fell from the sky and landed on CJ.
Soaking wet, she brushed her dripping hair out of her eyes as she glared daggers at Trunks. He gulped. She then dashed forward and tackled him to the ground once again. The pair laughed and laughed as they rolled down the field. Finally, after they both became somewhat dizzy, they came to a stop, Trunks on top of CJ, their laughter turning to soft chuckles, and then dying altogether. Deep emerald green met icy blue as their eyes met, their faces just several inches apart. Their lips came closer and closer, eyes slowly closing, until CJ realized the position the two were in. She quickly thought of a way to counter his 'attack.' "Well Trunks, this seems to be a common position for us, doesn't it? Will this become a daily ritual for us?" Trunks quickly opened his eyes and turned a deep shade of crimson.
CJ jumped back onto her feet, shaking out some of the water from her hair, much like a dog might do when wet. "Well, I'm soaked," she stated. At this moment, Trunks got a brilliant idea. "I don't have a clue how you got those balloons, but I know a great way to dry off..." he began. CJ raised an eyebrow. "But you'd have to trust me a whole lot." She decided to make things difficult for him. "Well Trunks, I'm not quite sure I'm ready to take that kind of step yet...it's just so soon!" Trunks turned nearly twenty-seven different shades of red. "No! Nothing like that!" he shouted, waving his arms in front of his face. "Oh, so you don't like me?" she said, turning away in a 'huff.' "No! I like you, it's just..." but he was cut off by the sound of CJ's laughter. "I'm kidding!" she managed to fit in between laughing fits. His face returned to a slightly paler shade. "Oh, alright then."
"Ok, so what's your plan?" CJ asked. "Well, you'd really have to trust me, like I said before," he warned. She nodded. "So, do you trust me?" he asked, extending his hand to her. (Had to throw some Aladdin in here SOMEWHERE!) She smiled, taking hold of his hand. "Of course I do." Trunks felt relief wash over himself. If she had said no, his whole scheme would be ruined. (Along with my plot) "Alright, you ready?" he asked. She nodded. "Ok, close your eyes..." CJ slowly closed her eyes, wondering what he had in mind. She then felt his strong arms encircle her waist, and a sudden rush of air passed by her body. It was at this moment that she opened her eyes, only to see the park growing smaller and smaller below her. They were flying!
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Dear me! That was somewhat longer! My goal was 1,000 words.
Goten: You'll still never compare to Pixie.
That's right, lower my self esteem...
-in a closet nearby-
Trunks: Now WHY did you pull me in here?
Pan: Hush! I have a plan!
Trunks: You mean...THAT plan?
Pan: Yes! The plan to make Kano fall for Goten, and visa versa!
Trunks: Ok, so what is this 'master plan'?
Pan: Well, first we -whisper whisper-
Trunks: Ah! I see! Well -looks at you- REVIEW! It's part of out master plan!