Pink and Lavendar
Chapter 2: Welcome!
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I dont own DBZ and don't take credit for it, blah blah blah
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"So Trunks, how did you like school today?" Bulma placed a plate of sliced apples infrount of the returned teenager.
Silently he recalled bits and peices of the day, mostly about his classmates. Smiling he turned to Bulma. "Well, I think I'll like it a whole lot more than I origanly thought."
Ms. Breifs (Bulma's mom. hey, does she have a real name?) was about to add something, but the chimming doorbell cut her off. "Oh I'll get it. You two just keep talking." The blonde head woman left the room with a smile on her face and headed for the door.
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Dashi traced her finger along the hem of a blue capsule corparation jacket. It layed folded carefully in her arms, cradeled like you would a child.
She stood infrount of a large domeish building with the words "Capsule Corp." painted on it's side. Cautiously, her feet moved on there own towards the frount door. Lifting a trembling finger, Dashi scolded herself for being scared.
'He has to either live here or work here.' she thought. 'At least I hope so. I'd be so imbaressed if he didn't.' A gental breeze tosalled her hair and T-shirt. No longer was she wearing her DVHS school uniform. Now her slender body dawned a pair of half-thigh denium shorts and a T-shirt reading "Looks Can Be Deciving".
Reluctantly, she pressed the doorbell. The young woman stood in awh at the beutiful sound that now echoed through the huge building. Almost imediently, a woman with curly blonde hair and a green striped holter top open the door.
"Can I help you?"She asked without opening her eyes.
"Oh, uh yes." Dashi squished the jacket close to her warm body. "Does Trunks Breifs live here? I go to school with him and---"
The happy woman yanked the pink haired girl inside befor she had a chance to explain. The blonde chattered about how happy she was Trunks was making friends and things like that. Ms. Briefs lead Dashi into the living room. "Trunks, you have a visitor."
Lavendar hair swished around as Trunks turned to see Dashi standing in his house. Feeling the akward moment, a blue haired woman walked over to Dashi rather quickly. "So, who are you?" She asked.
"My name is Dashi Toku. I'm in all of your brothers classes." Dashi replied with a smile.
Bulma blinked twice (ya know, that really cute way they do in animes) and stood still for a moment. Suddenly she wrapped her arm around Dashi's shoulder. "I like you girly. So you a friend of my son?"
Dashi pulled heself from Bulma and looked at Trunks in disbelief, than back at Bulma. "What!?"
Trunks sighed. 'Why did Mom say that? I just met Dashi today. And even though I like her, it dosen't mean that she likes me.'
"Your his mother!? No way! It's not possible to have a kid his age and still look THAT good. I'm afraid I'll have to believe you're lying."
Bulma blushed and flicked back a few strands of her hair. "You're just saying that." Bulma loved to be told how good she looked, but sadly didn't hear it enough.(yeah, like Vegeta is going to say anything! what a jerk...)
"Thanks for bringing my jacket back Dashi." The boy walked over to the girls.
"You didn't need to come all the way out here you know, I wouldn't have minded if you kept it untill school tomarrow."
Dashi handed over the jacket and spoke with a slight smile. "Well I was looking for a new place to stay around here and thought I should drop it off on my way."
Ms. Briefs, who had remained quiet for most of the conversation, slowly made the wheels in her head turn. "We have empty rooms..."
'Oh crud...' Trunks stared up at the ceiling. He had a pretty good feeling of what his Grandmother was going to say next, and it would make his stay in this time more difficult.
"...YOU CAN STAY WITH US!" The blonde proudly placed her hands on her hips, pleased that she made a helpful sugestion.
"Great idea Mom, that will totaly work!" The two "adults" high-fived eachother.
A black book bag hit the floor. "...I can't..." Dashi spoke quietly.
Trunks let out a sigh of relief. 'Looks like she's refusing the offer. That's good. I don't know if I'd be able to handle he rliving in Capsule Corp.'
"...belive your a GRANDMA!" Dashi's lovely voice crocendoed with each word.
Trunks nearly fell over, Ms. Breifs blushed and smiled deeply. "Oh my, what a lovely girl. I think I like her too."
Suddenly it hit what these kind ladies where saying. "You'd let me live here? In
this building? Wh..what would it cost me?"
Bulma raised an eyebrow while her mother laughed. "Cost you? Where one of the richest families in the world."
The male teenager got what his mom was saying. "It wouldn't cost you anything Da--." Trunks was suddenly incapassitated from speaking. Why you may ask? A pink haired girl was hugging him slightly.
"Thank you so much." She said,"I realy didn't want to work there anymore."
"Work where dear?" Ms. Breifs asked.(starting to sound a little like a grandma...)
Dashi tried her hardest to speak in a moderate tone to hide any sigh of waekness. "A bar, a realy horible bar. Men were always trying to touch me, I hated it." Her body shook slightly at the thought. Large yellow eyes widened by the sudden touch of a hand on her back.
Trunks smiled meekly at the girl. "It's alright. Uh, say. If you tutor me, I'll go with you to quit from your job."
Dashi steped back and quickly wiped a small tear from her eye. "It's a deal."
Ms. Breifs and Bulma looked at eachother. *whisper whisper*"Gee, that was weird." "Do you think they like eachother?" "Maybe, lets hope so." *Whisper whisper*
The mummering stopped as chibi Trunks walked through the room and past Dashi. Dashi followed the child to the couch and stared at his face. In her eyes, the kid looked exatly like the Trunks she knew, but hair parted different. "Hey, Trunks? Is this your brother or something?"
'Oh no.' Bulma bit her nail slightly. 'I had forgotten about this.'
"We do have the same mother if that's what you mean." Chibi Trunks made a small laughing sound. "Over 200 channels and nothing good on." His small hand clicked the power button on the large black remote. Chibi Trunks looked at Dashi. There was something in her face that he had seen somewhere before in someone else. But what, and who?
The girl smiled. "You're a cute kid. My name is Dashi, what's yours?"
"Oh. I'm Tru..." Chibi Trunks suddenly relised the situation at hand. This 'Dashi' girl knew the future him as 'Trunks'. "Yep, that's my name."
Dashi looked a little confused. "Your name is 'Tra'?" She thought it a bit odd, but considering how his older brother was TRUNKS BREIFS, it wasn't so bad. (My, what cruel parents)
"Well," Ms. Breifs said happily,"I guess you'll be wanting to know what room you'll be using. Follow me sweetie." The grandmother picked up the black school bag and started down the hall.
"ww..wait for me. I don't want to get lost." Dashi dashed out of the room.
Chibi Trunks looked at his mother with a raised eyebrow. "Okay, what's going on?"
Bulma smiled at her little son. "Well I said the girl could live here with us."
"What!?" Chibi Trunks nearly fell off the sofa. "How could you do this to him?" His small finger was pointing at Trunks. 'Gee,' he thought, 'if I ever like some girl I sure hope Mom dosen't find out.'
~~~~~~~~End Chapter 2~~~~~~~~~~~~
Posion Angel: OHAYO!
Ms. Breifs: Ohayo.
P.A.: Haha! I tricked you, it's not morning.
Ms. Breifs: wha?
P.A.: Now Ms. Breifs, I have summoned you here today to answer the question that I'm sure has been on EVERYONES mind.
Ms. Breifs: Go ahead.
P.A.: Do you have a first name?
Ms.Breifs: well yes, I do.
PA: really? tell me.
Ms. Breifs: well, when I got married I legaly changed my first name to miss.
P.A.: What? So your name is Mrs Miss Breifs?
Miss: That's right.
(utter silence)
P.A.: Go.
Miss: Why?
P.A.: go.
Chapter 2: Welcome!
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I dont own DBZ and don't take credit for it, blah blah blah
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"So Trunks, how did you like school today?" Bulma placed a plate of sliced apples infrount of the returned teenager.
Silently he recalled bits and peices of the day, mostly about his classmates. Smiling he turned to Bulma. "Well, I think I'll like it a whole lot more than I origanly thought."
Ms. Breifs (Bulma's mom. hey, does she have a real name?) was about to add something, but the chimming doorbell cut her off. "Oh I'll get it. You two just keep talking." The blonde head woman left the room with a smile on her face and headed for the door.
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Dashi traced her finger along the hem of a blue capsule corparation jacket. It layed folded carefully in her arms, cradeled like you would a child.
She stood infrount of a large domeish building with the words "Capsule Corp." painted on it's side. Cautiously, her feet moved on there own towards the frount door. Lifting a trembling finger, Dashi scolded herself for being scared.
'He has to either live here or work here.' she thought. 'At least I hope so. I'd be so imbaressed if he didn't.' A gental breeze tosalled her hair and T-shirt. No longer was she wearing her DVHS school uniform. Now her slender body dawned a pair of half-thigh denium shorts and a T-shirt reading "Looks Can Be Deciving".
Reluctantly, she pressed the doorbell. The young woman stood in awh at the beutiful sound that now echoed through the huge building. Almost imediently, a woman with curly blonde hair and a green striped holter top open the door.
"Can I help you?"She asked without opening her eyes.
"Oh, uh yes." Dashi squished the jacket close to her warm body. "Does Trunks Breifs live here? I go to school with him and---"
The happy woman yanked the pink haired girl inside befor she had a chance to explain. The blonde chattered about how happy she was Trunks was making friends and things like that. Ms. Briefs lead Dashi into the living room. "Trunks, you have a visitor."
Lavendar hair swished around as Trunks turned to see Dashi standing in his house. Feeling the akward moment, a blue haired woman walked over to Dashi rather quickly. "So, who are you?" She asked.
"My name is Dashi Toku. I'm in all of your brothers classes." Dashi replied with a smile.
Bulma blinked twice (ya know, that really cute way they do in animes) and stood still for a moment. Suddenly she wrapped her arm around Dashi's shoulder. "I like you girly. So you a friend of my son?"
Dashi pulled heself from Bulma and looked at Trunks in disbelief, than back at Bulma. "What!?"
Trunks sighed. 'Why did Mom say that? I just met Dashi today. And even though I like her, it dosen't mean that she likes me.'
"Your his mother!? No way! It's not possible to have a kid his age and still look THAT good. I'm afraid I'll have to believe you're lying."
Bulma blushed and flicked back a few strands of her hair. "You're just saying that." Bulma loved to be told how good she looked, but sadly didn't hear it enough.(yeah, like Vegeta is going to say anything! what a jerk...)
"Thanks for bringing my jacket back Dashi." The boy walked over to the girls.
"You didn't need to come all the way out here you know, I wouldn't have minded if you kept it untill school tomarrow."
Dashi handed over the jacket and spoke with a slight smile. "Well I was looking for a new place to stay around here and thought I should drop it off on my way."
Ms. Briefs, who had remained quiet for most of the conversation, slowly made the wheels in her head turn. "We have empty rooms..."
'Oh crud...' Trunks stared up at the ceiling. He had a pretty good feeling of what his Grandmother was going to say next, and it would make his stay in this time more difficult.
"...YOU CAN STAY WITH US!" The blonde proudly placed her hands on her hips, pleased that she made a helpful sugestion.
"Great idea Mom, that will totaly work!" The two "adults" high-fived eachother.
A black book bag hit the floor. "...I can't..." Dashi spoke quietly.
Trunks let out a sigh of relief. 'Looks like she's refusing the offer. That's good. I don't know if I'd be able to handle he rliving in Capsule Corp.'
"...belive your a GRANDMA!" Dashi's lovely voice crocendoed with each word.
Trunks nearly fell over, Ms. Breifs blushed and smiled deeply. "Oh my, what a lovely girl. I think I like her too."
Suddenly it hit what these kind ladies where saying. "You'd let me live here? In
this building? Wh..what would it cost me?"
Bulma raised an eyebrow while her mother laughed. "Cost you? Where one of the richest families in the world."
The male teenager got what his mom was saying. "It wouldn't cost you anything Da--." Trunks was suddenly incapassitated from speaking. Why you may ask? A pink haired girl was hugging him slightly.
"Thank you so much." She said,"I realy didn't want to work there anymore."
"Work where dear?" Ms. Breifs asked.(starting to sound a little like a grandma...)
Dashi tried her hardest to speak in a moderate tone to hide any sigh of waekness. "A bar, a realy horible bar. Men were always trying to touch me, I hated it." Her body shook slightly at the thought. Large yellow eyes widened by the sudden touch of a hand on her back.
Trunks smiled meekly at the girl. "It's alright. Uh, say. If you tutor me, I'll go with you to quit from your job."
Dashi steped back and quickly wiped a small tear from her eye. "It's a deal."
Ms. Breifs and Bulma looked at eachother. *whisper whisper*"Gee, that was weird." "Do you think they like eachother?" "Maybe, lets hope so." *Whisper whisper*
The mummering stopped as chibi Trunks walked through the room and past Dashi. Dashi followed the child to the couch and stared at his face. In her eyes, the kid looked exatly like the Trunks she knew, but hair parted different. "Hey, Trunks? Is this your brother or something?"
'Oh no.' Bulma bit her nail slightly. 'I had forgotten about this.'
"We do have the same mother if that's what you mean." Chibi Trunks made a small laughing sound. "Over 200 channels and nothing good on." His small hand clicked the power button on the large black remote. Chibi Trunks looked at Dashi. There was something in her face that he had seen somewhere before in someone else. But what, and who?
The girl smiled. "You're a cute kid. My name is Dashi, what's yours?"
"Oh. I'm Tru..." Chibi Trunks suddenly relised the situation at hand. This 'Dashi' girl knew the future him as 'Trunks'. "Yep, that's my name."
Dashi looked a little confused. "Your name is 'Tra'?" She thought it a bit odd, but considering how his older brother was TRUNKS BREIFS, it wasn't so bad. (My, what cruel parents)
"Well," Ms. Breifs said happily,"I guess you'll be wanting to know what room you'll be using. Follow me sweetie." The grandmother picked up the black school bag and started down the hall.
"ww..wait for me. I don't want to get lost." Dashi dashed out of the room.
Chibi Trunks looked at his mother with a raised eyebrow. "Okay, what's going on?"
Bulma smiled at her little son. "Well I said the girl could live here with us."
"What!?" Chibi Trunks nearly fell off the sofa. "How could you do this to him?" His small finger was pointing at Trunks. 'Gee,' he thought, 'if I ever like some girl I sure hope Mom dosen't find out.'
~~~~~~~~End Chapter 2~~~~~~~~~~~~
Posion Angel: OHAYO!
Ms. Breifs: Ohayo.
P.A.: Haha! I tricked you, it's not morning.
Ms. Breifs: wha?
P.A.: Now Ms. Breifs, I have summoned you here today to answer the question that I'm sure has been on EVERYONES mind.
Ms. Breifs: Go ahead.
P.A.: Do you have a first name?
Ms.Breifs: well yes, I do.
PA: really? tell me.
Ms. Breifs: well, when I got married I legaly changed my first name to miss.
P.A.: What? So your name is Mrs Miss Breifs?
Miss: That's right.
(utter silence)
P.A.: Go.
Miss: Why?
P.A.: go.