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Writers Block! I'm not sure how to continue this story without it becoming cliché. I hate cliché! Any suggestions would be appreciated.
Chapter 5: Those Saiyans Seem To Just Pop Up Out Of Nowhere…
(long title huh?)
2 months have past since the last chapter
Kris woke up in her bed, yawned, stretched, went to get breakfast… blah blah blah blah…
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After breakfast had been eaten, rather messily of course, and after being trained by Vegeta for three hours, and another hour for a nap and healing, Kris finally had some time to play. She ran outside into the large front yard of Capsule Corp. There, she climbed up a fruit-bearing tree and clung to a large branch while she munched away on the ripe fruit.
As she was eating, she stared at the road and the cars that sped by. She would have to go to school next month, and she was dreading it. She'd never been to school before, but from watching television and the information her cousins had given her, she knew she wouldn't enjoy it. It was hard enough dealing with the Earth's Special Force and their families, not to mention the people who worked in Capsule Corp. and felt the need to say "Aawwww" whenever she so much as twitched. Although she swore it was because normal people were annoying, not even she realized that it was because she was still skittish around people. To her, she just didn't like them. She needed no other reason.
Kris sighed and let the inedible part of the fruit that was left over drop from her hand and onto the ground. She yawned and wrapped her tail around the branch she was seated on and preceded to doze off.
"BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP!!!"
Kris's eyes snapped open and she looked around, panicked. There, in the middle of the street, was a smashed up car.
Curious, Kris jumped down from the safety of the tree and walked out of the yard and onto the sidewalk to get a closer look. In front of the wrecked car, which was beginning to smoke, was a boy. His arm was still outstretched and his fist clenched. There was also a fist-shaped dent in the right fender of the aforementioned car. It didn't really occur to Kris that he was the cause of the accident. She couldn't really think at the moment. Because, waving agitatedly behind the boy was a furry brown tail.
Kris stood there on the sidewalk staring openly and gaping. The driver of the car forced himself out of the hunk of scrap metal and approached the little boy, gesturing wildly and yelling.
"Look what you did to my car! It's ruined! I just had it detailed! What the heck do you think you're doing, in the middle of the road?!"
The man continued ranting while the boy lowered his arm and stood there, watching as the irate driver stomped back and forth across the black pavement, apparently yelling at the air now.
"Where the heck are your parents anyway?! Don't they know better than to let dangerous, reckless children roam the streets? Don't-"
"I don't got any parents," the boy interrupted.
The driver stopped short and Kris snapped herself out of her daze. He looked at the man straight in the eyes, and didn't stutter at all when he spoke of his lack of parents. Kris blinked in surprise at his boldness.
"Get outta the road kid," the man growled out. "Before you get run over."
And with that, the man stalked back over to his ruined car to weep over its twisted remains.
The boy still stood there, blinking confusedly. Just then, sirens were heard. Kris whirled around to face the oncoming police cars before thinking better of it. An idea struck her and she darted out into the street, grabbed the startled boy's hand, and dragged him back into Capsule Corp. before he could protest.
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Inside Capsule Corp…
"Hey! What're you doing?!" the boy yelled as he was dragged into Kris's room.
"Ssshh! Do you want them to catch you?" Kris hissed. She shut the door behind them and pressed her against it to listen for anyone following them.
"Them?" the boy questioned. "Who's them?"
"The police! They'd take you to jail! Now keep your voice down!"
The boy stayed silent until Kris retreated from her position at the door.
"So," he said. "Who're you?"
"My name's Kris," she replied. "What's your name?"
"Um…" he stood there, contemplating, until it finally clicked in his brain.
"Ranu!" he exclaimed.
Kris shook her to get rid of the feeling that she had heard that name before.
"Okay," she said. "What were you doing in the middle of the street anyway?"
Ranu paused and put his hand on the back of his head, scratching contemplatively.
"Well, um… what exactly is a street?"
Kris felt a large sweat drop of disbelief roll down the back of her head and her mild frustration at the boy's answers presented itself as her left eye lid twitching.
"A street," she explained in a restrained voice, "is that big long black thing you were standing on before I rescued you."
He considered arguing with her about the whole "rescuing" part, but decided against it when he saw her eye twitch. Just then his stomach growled. He smiled in apology at Kris and scratched the back of his head again.
"Say, do you have any food around here?" he asked. Kris sighed and nodded.
"Follow me," she said, and led the way to the kitchen.
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"Well hello Kris!" Bulma's mother cheerfully greeted Kris and Ranu, who was practically being dragged, entered the kitchen.
"And who is your little friend here?" she questioned, putting down the dish she had been drying.
"His name's Ranu," Kris replied, before Ranu could tell her himself. He glared at Kris, but she didn't take notice.
"Can we have a snack?" Kris asked in the sweetest voice she could muster. She made her eyes wide and water a little to enhance the look of child-like innocence.
"Plleeaassee?"
"Well, it is very close to lunch time," Mrs. Briefs commented. Kris pouted a little.
"But I don't think a snack will ruin your appetite! I'll make you a quick little snack, okay?"
Kris's pout abruptly transformed into a grin and she ran forward and hugged her adopted grandmother's leg in thanks. Ranu followed example and latched onto Mrs. Briefs' other leg. Aaaawwww….
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Both Kris and Ranu dove headfirst into the many pastries that Mrs. Briefs had bought at a store not too long ago, and consumed them at a pace only Saiyans could achieve. After a little under a minute there was only one left. Kris glared at Ranu, daring him to reach out and grab the lone pastry.
Ranu glared back with a similar thought running through his brain. The stare down continued for an entire thirty seconds before Kris's hand twitched and it became and all-out battle for the single little strawberry pastry.
They flung themselves off of the chairs they had been sitting in and bit, kicked, punched, and pulled hair. Eventually, it became a struggle to stay upright and transformed into a grappling match instead, with each Saiyan growling and baring their fangs threateningly, while trying to throw the other to the ground.
In a surge of power, Ranu pushed Kris back a few feet. She stumbled as her feet connected with a chair leg and fell, while Ranu dashed over to the strawberry pastry and held it up triumphantly.
Kris stood back up hastily and brushed imaginary dirt off of her clothes. She took one look at the victorious look on Ranu's face and turned around to scowl at the wall. How could she have lost? Her uncle had told her she had royal blood, and that members of the royal family were the strongest, so how could she have lost to him?
She went from scowling at the wall to glaring at the floor and sighed heavily.
'I'll just have to wait until lunch then,' she thought.
Kris's sigh caught Ranu's attention. He looked up from his prize, which he had yet to stuff into his mouth, and at Kris. His brow furrowed in thought. He looked back down at the pastry then back at Kris, who had her back turned towards him and her head down still. He smiled suddenly and broke the treat in half very carefully. He ran in front of Kris and held one half of it out to her, grinning happily.
Kris looked up, surprised. She blinked a couple of times and Ranu looked back at her quizzically.
"Don't you want it? I thought since there was only one we could share it…" he trailed off uncertainly. His smile faltered for a moment and a confused look took its place.
Kris slowly closed her hand around the piece of strawberry and sugar-filled flaky crust. She smiled shyly and whispered a quick thanks and looked back down at the floor again, suddenly blushing.
Ranu grinned happily once more and popped his half of the pastry into his mouth and ate it rather quickly. Kris placed the half she took in her own mouth and chewed more slowly. She felt giddy, like she had to jump around and yell like an idiot or she would explode. So, as both of them swallowed down their respective halves, Kris inquired
"Do you want to play a game now?"
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They both threw themselves onto the grass and stared up at the sky as fluffy white clouds drifted by and they caught their breath.
"Can we play tag again?" Ranu panted.
"'Kay," Kris panted back. "Just gimme a minute."
As the seconds ticked by, they got their breathing back to a normal pace, but neither moved to get up and resume the game. Ranu shifted to put his hands underneath his head and sighed contedly.
Kris turned her head to look at him. He was staring up at the sky, smiling. He felt her gaze on him and turned to look at her.
"What?" he inquired.
Kris shook her head and turned back to the gathering clouds in the sky. Ranu blinked confusedly at her. Another minute passed.
"Ummm…" he started. Kris turned back to him. Ranu was fidgeting nervously until he finally decided to just stare back up at the sky again.
"Do, um… you… want to be my friend?" he finished as quickly as he could.
Kris blinked a few times in shock. She felt that same bubbly feeling get more intense. A huge grin broke out on her face and she abruptly leaped on Ranu and hugged him.
"Ack! Ranu cried, flailing. "What're you…?"
Kris buried her face in his shoulder to hide her blushing and just in case she started crying. She didn't really know, or care, what it was that made her blush so often, but she did know that she had to be the happiest girl in the universe.
"So that's a yes?" Ranu asked the girl who had attached herself to his front. She nodded into his shoulder. He grinned yet again and hugged her back. (A/N: All together now…. Aaaaawwwww…)
CRACK!
Both Saiyans jumped at the loud sound and looked around. The clouds that had been fluffy and white not minutes ago were now dark, and covered the sky. Kris let go of Ranu and gazed up at the now angry sky curiously. A drop of rain splattered against her forehead and, as if by a signal, the clouds unleashed their fury in full force.
Both little Saiyans yelled and ran toward Capsule Corp to get out of the wind and rain that was reaching a violently dangerous level. They tripped and fell into the mud multiple times, getting filthy in the meantime, not to mention miserably cold, before they finally made it to the relative safety of Capsule Corp. and the heated interior of the living room. Relative safety I said.
"What the heck are you doing covered in mud?!"
Kris cringed away from Bulma, who looked about to explode. Vegeta was there too, but he was taking a break from training and watching tv, and couldn't care less if she was dripping mud onto the carpet. The white carpet. But he glanced over anyway to make sure the woman didn't lose it. And to see the brat get in trouble of course. When he glanced over, he saw two figures covered in mud. He blinked to try and clear his vision and sincerely hoped his eyesight wasn't deteriorating. Nope. Two children, presumably one was his niece, covered in mud from head to tail.
He blinked again. Two little Saiyans were standing there dripping mud onto the white carpeting and being chewed out by his mate.
"Vegeta!"
Vegeta jumped in surprise but recovered quickly.
"What now woman?" he snapped.
"Give your niece a bath before she ruins the carpet anymore!"
Vegeta's eyes widened.
"What?! No way am I going to give her a bath! Why can't you do it?" he yelled.
"Because I'm tired of having to wrestle her into the bathtub every single time! It's your turn! And she's your niece, you should be the one to take care of her, so just give her a damn bath!"
Vegeta growled and got up off the couch, in a sense admitting defeat. He scooped up both the children, not knowing which one was Konora in their mud-covered state. For all he knew they could both be her. He must be loosing his mind…
He carried both up the stairs, to the bathroom, over his shoulder like bags of rice, growling about lazy women the entire time.
Vegeta dropped both mud-encrusted Saiyans onto the tiles floor of the bathroom and stood there, arms crossed and scowling. Seconds passed and both five-year-olds looked up at him, confused. Finally, Kris spoke up.
"Um, uncle Veggie… I can kinda explain…" she started. Vegeta was silent and his expression didn't change at all as Kris spoke, which unnerved Ranu just a little bit, but Kris was used to it.
"Well, you see, his name is Ranu, and I saved him, and now we're friends, and we were playing outside when the storm started, and while we were running back here we tripped and fell and got all muddy…" she trailed off, not being able to think of anything else.
"You forgot about the food," Ranu pointed out.
"Oh, yeah," Kris opened her mouth and prepared to continue on with what all they had done that day, but Vegeta stopped her.
"Just get into the bathtub brat. You can explain later."
Kris ran forward to hug his leg, but was stopped again when he picked her up by the back of her shirt and deposited her in the empty bathtub. He glanced back at Ranu, who still stood in the same exact spot as when he had dropped them. Ranu caught the look and scurried into the bathtub with Kris.
Phew! That was exhausting! So, do you like the new character? I know the plot isn't really going anywhere yet, but don't worry, it will soon. Just give it some time. Actually, I'm thinking of ending this one soon, and staring a sequel, that will probably be more romance. I've never written romance before, so I figure I'd give a whack at it.
I'm not quite sure what the next chapter will be about. I'm thinking Kris and Ranu's first day of school, and a little more background information on Ranu. Something like that. I'll get to it soon, I promise!
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