Only Because I Like Living in Hell
SariaSubi: I'm not gonna ask ya to review, because I always ask, and I have barely any reviews.
Anyway, I was debating with myself whether to make this an R fic, cuz there's gonna be blood and a whole lotta cursing later, but when ya see R, you think that this story will have sex involved, so I made it PG-13 because people expect cursing in a PG-13. Anyway, I'm not gonna pinch at a funny intro now, cuz I'm pissed, so I'll just get straight to the story.
Chapter 2- Wait for us! Two Unexpected
The whole Z-team rendezvoused right in front of the gate that led to the preliminaries. They stood around waiting, however. Goku wasn't there yet!
Trunks carefully took off his sword from his back. Weapons weren't allowed in the tournament. Bulma came up to him and took it from him, saying that she would hold it. He nodded, and watched her go over to where Chichi and Gohan were waiting anxiously for Goku. Trunks wondered if Gohan would be considered an adult and be allowed to enter the tournament as one. He, of course, didn't know how the rules in this timeline went, so he just trusted Gohan knew what he was doing.
A bright light appeared in the sky and descended slowly. The Z-team knew who it was and waited with tension. No one wanted to wait to see Goku again.
The light finally settled on the ground and Goku's tall figure appeared, Baba floating next to him. "Hi guys!" he happily waved, and everyone one shouted with joy as their response. Trunks' features lifted, happy to see his hero again, as he joined in the serenade of shouting Goku's name.
"Goku!" Chichi ran up into her husband's arms as the group moved in around him.
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"Wow, this place sure is different from when we were kids, huh, Goku?"
"Yeah, Krillin," he scratched his head as he looked around. "I just can't wait till the tournament starts!
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For the Z-Warriors, the preliminaries went by quickly. With outstanding might the dumb humans refused to believe ("The machine MUST be broken!"), they walked proudly to the area where only the sixteen preliminary finalists were allowed to stand. But Trunks lingered. Surely there had to be SOME human that at least LOOKED like he could put up a good fight.
"Hey, Trunks!" Krillin ran over, "what are you doing standing here?"
"Oh nothing just look—" He stopped in mid-sentence as something, or someone, caught his eye. Krillin looked up as well to see. Just as the other weak men were filtering out of the area, two intriguing figures entered the area.
"Hold up," one smooth, yet cold voice spoke up, "we haven't tried out."
The short man in the pinstriped uniform held his arms out. "Ma'am, please, we've already done the eliminations." He kept a smile on, but Trunks could sense it. For some absurd reason, this man was filled with fear.
The other woman stepped up, putting her arms on her slim hips. She was different from her companion. Unlike her, she had brown skin, and her frizzled hair was held up high. Still, they had the same look of malice.
And the same black trench coats, he sarcastically mused.
But it was the shorter girl who caught his eye. She was about less than a head shorter than her friend. Her eyes were a dead purple, wavy brown hair flatly framing her frozen, yet beautiful face. He had to admit, they were both beautiful.
Were they going to try to compete?
A sudden emotion washed over him, and he could tell that Krillin was shivering as well.
"Tr-Trunks!" he vibrated, "what IS this?"
"I don't know, Krillin. I have no idea. But the feeling is making my whole inside quake with a stabbing cold!"
"Aw, man, is another enemy here somewhere?" he yelped. Trunks prayed to Dende that there wasn't. Not when he came back to the past. Not on a day meant for fun. Not when Goku was back.
The taller girl snorted. "Well, change them!"
"Ma'am, please. We—"
"Pardon me," the shorter one spoke softly, suddenly, but her body making no movement. It was obvious to Trunks no one was expecting her to talk. The taller one had did all the talking so far, though some of it he forgot to listen to most of it. "I believe that we have a right to try out for this stupid tournament, and besides," she narrowed her eyes, "I can tell you think a couple of drop-deads like us just want to rouse up the male audience, so why don't you just let us fail the damn test and we can go home." Her voice grew colder and darker with each word. It sent shivers up both Trunks' and Krillin's spines. He could tell the man was still nervous.
He started to move towards the machine. "O-Okay ma'am." The two girls followed, discussing who would go first.
Though the shorter one stopped. She tilted her head up as if she sensed something was there, some sort of presence. Overwhelmed with caution, Trunks and Krillin dived out of sight. They didn't want to be caught staring at women!
Jeez, they're just girls! Trunks tried to convince himself as they jogged back to the finalist area. He hoped they didn't see them.
He was right, in a way. The brown-haired girl didn't physically see them with her eyes.
And she couldn't stop the insane laughing in her mind.
SariaSubi: I'm not gonna ask ya to review, because I always ask, and I have barely any reviews.
Anyway, I was debating with myself whether to make this an R fic, cuz there's gonna be blood and a whole lotta cursing later, but when ya see R, you think that this story will have sex involved, so I made it PG-13 because people expect cursing in a PG-13. Anyway, I'm not gonna pinch at a funny intro now, cuz I'm pissed, so I'll just get straight to the story.
Chapter 2- Wait for us! Two Unexpected
The whole Z-team rendezvoused right in front of the gate that led to the preliminaries. They stood around waiting, however. Goku wasn't there yet!
Trunks carefully took off his sword from his back. Weapons weren't allowed in the tournament. Bulma came up to him and took it from him, saying that she would hold it. He nodded, and watched her go over to where Chichi and Gohan were waiting anxiously for Goku. Trunks wondered if Gohan would be considered an adult and be allowed to enter the tournament as one. He, of course, didn't know how the rules in this timeline went, so he just trusted Gohan knew what he was doing.
A bright light appeared in the sky and descended slowly. The Z-team knew who it was and waited with tension. No one wanted to wait to see Goku again.
The light finally settled on the ground and Goku's tall figure appeared, Baba floating next to him. "Hi guys!" he happily waved, and everyone one shouted with joy as their response. Trunks' features lifted, happy to see his hero again, as he joined in the serenade of shouting Goku's name.
"Goku!" Chichi ran up into her husband's arms as the group moved in around him.
~~~~~~~~
"Wow, this place sure is different from when we were kids, huh, Goku?"
"Yeah, Krillin," he scratched his head as he looked around. "I just can't wait till the tournament starts!
~~~~~~~
For the Z-Warriors, the preliminaries went by quickly. With outstanding might the dumb humans refused to believe ("The machine MUST be broken!"), they walked proudly to the area where only the sixteen preliminary finalists were allowed to stand. But Trunks lingered. Surely there had to be SOME human that at least LOOKED like he could put up a good fight.
"Hey, Trunks!" Krillin ran over, "what are you doing standing here?"
"Oh nothing just look—" He stopped in mid-sentence as something, or someone, caught his eye. Krillin looked up as well to see. Just as the other weak men were filtering out of the area, two intriguing figures entered the area.
"Hold up," one smooth, yet cold voice spoke up, "we haven't tried out."
The short man in the pinstriped uniform held his arms out. "Ma'am, please, we've already done the eliminations." He kept a smile on, but Trunks could sense it. For some absurd reason, this man was filled with fear.
The other woman stepped up, putting her arms on her slim hips. She was different from her companion. Unlike her, she had brown skin, and her frizzled hair was held up high. Still, they had the same look of malice.
And the same black trench coats, he sarcastically mused.
But it was the shorter girl who caught his eye. She was about less than a head shorter than her friend. Her eyes were a dead purple, wavy brown hair flatly framing her frozen, yet beautiful face. He had to admit, they were both beautiful.
Were they going to try to compete?
A sudden emotion washed over him, and he could tell that Krillin was shivering as well.
"Tr-Trunks!" he vibrated, "what IS this?"
"I don't know, Krillin. I have no idea. But the feeling is making my whole inside quake with a stabbing cold!"
"Aw, man, is another enemy here somewhere?" he yelped. Trunks prayed to Dende that there wasn't. Not when he came back to the past. Not on a day meant for fun. Not when Goku was back.
The taller girl snorted. "Well, change them!"
"Ma'am, please. We—"
"Pardon me," the shorter one spoke softly, suddenly, but her body making no movement. It was obvious to Trunks no one was expecting her to talk. The taller one had did all the talking so far, though some of it he forgot to listen to most of it. "I believe that we have a right to try out for this stupid tournament, and besides," she narrowed her eyes, "I can tell you think a couple of drop-deads like us just want to rouse up the male audience, so why don't you just let us fail the damn test and we can go home." Her voice grew colder and darker with each word. It sent shivers up both Trunks' and Krillin's spines. He could tell the man was still nervous.
He started to move towards the machine. "O-Okay ma'am." The two girls followed, discussing who would go first.
Though the shorter one stopped. She tilted her head up as if she sensed something was there, some sort of presence. Overwhelmed with caution, Trunks and Krillin dived out of sight. They didn't want to be caught staring at women!
Jeez, they're just girls! Trunks tried to convince himself as they jogged back to the finalist area. He hoped they didn't see them.
He was right, in a way. The brown-haired girl didn't physically see them with her eyes.
And she couldn't stop the insane laughing in her mind.