Chapter 3: Study Date
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As shocking as this may seem, I do not own DBZ.
A.N.: Sorry for taking so long guys. i promise that when I get 14 reveiws (not 14 new ones, just a total of 14) i will update the next chapter. By the way, for every 5th reveiwer (5,10,15,ect.) I will give you the option of getting a fanart by me. The pic can be a charector introduced in the story so far, or any cahrector from Sailormoon or Card Captor sakura. Email me with what you want and i'll send it to you A.S.A.P. no more than 3 peeps in a fanart, k? good. Enjoy ^,^
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The half-saijins struggled to eat slowly, but failed horribly. If the food hadn't been so good they might have been able to comply. Dashi smiled as she watched the two boys eat. The girl ate at a medium. Not too fast, not too slow, and definently not normal.
Prof. Breifs was working hard in the lab and had his dinner sent in there. "Ne, Mama," Chibi Trunks popped a buttered roll into his already full mouth, "where's Papa?"
Bulma glared at her child. Did he not notice that they had company? Dashi was sitting right next to him for crying out loud! 'I'll have to speak with him later about his manners at the table.' The blue haired mother thought. "You know your father. Vegita is training like crazy. Hmm, he should be getting hungry soon." Bulma turned back to her plate and caught a glance at Dashi. "What's wrong?"
Trunks looked across the table at the girl. A mixed expression of fear, anger, and hatred played across Dashi's normaly cheerful face. Her hand trembled and relised the shiney fork in an effortless motion. It hit the hard wood floor and soon Ms. Breifs, Bulma, Trunks, and Chibi Trunks looked at her questionably.
"Hey" Tra tugged on Dashi's white sleeve twice in an atempt to bring her back to reality. Pink strand flew in everydirection as Dashi jumped up with a start, knocking over her chair, Chibi Trunks chair, and the little half-saijin himself. Without hesitation, Dashi picked up the chair and excussed herself from the table.
"Oh dear." Ms. Breifs frowned and placed her chin in her hands. "I wonder what's wrong with her."
"Don't worry," Bulma stood up from her seat to clear her dish. "I'll talk to her."
Dashi ran through the darked halls towards the east wing and her room."It can't be." Upon reaching her destination, Dashi darted inside the romm assigned to her. Slowly she slumped agaist the door and slid down to the warm blue carpet. Carefully she fingered her earings and took them off. "Is it really true? Ne, Okaa-san, Otou-san?" Dashi sat, deep in thought.
A sudden knock on the door shocked the girl so much that the jewelry seemed to jump out of her hands and into the thick carpet.Franticly she scooted away from the door and searched for her earings. "C..Come in!"
The door swung open and Bulma stepped in. She looked down at Dashi and smiled. "You don't have to bow to me."
"No ma'am, That's not it."Dashi looked up with fearful eyes. "I'm afraid I've dropped my earings. They were a gift from my parents and I just can't lose them."
"It's okay," Bulma crouched down on the floor. "I'll help you find them." The women serched for several minutes, lightly grazing the floor with their fingers.
"Aha! I've found them." Bulma cried in triumph. Bringing the earings closer to observe, she noticed a small symbol on both earing.
"May I have them back, please?"
"Huh?" The adult looked up at Dashi's outstretched hand. "No."
"What?" Dashi seemed confused and a larged sweatdrop slowly made it's way down the back of her head.
Bulma thrusted the jewelery to it's owner and smiled. "I'm just kidding Da-chan!^,^" Happily Dashi pinned the earings back onto her lobes. "Anyways." THe blue haired woman rose and opened the door. "Trunks is ready for his tutoring lesson so come to his room any time. It's two doors down on this wall." Bulma winked and closed the door behind her.
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"MOM! She's coming in here? I thought we would study in the living room or something." Trunks felt his face get hot. He knew he was blushing, but he prayed that Bulma couldn't tell.
"Well Gooo-men!" Bulma crossed her arms and blew and a clump or blur hair in frustration. "I just thought--"A knock on the cold door cut her off.
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"...Okay, I'm here." Dashi gripped the notepad and textbooks tightly to her chest. "I said I'd help him, so I'll help him." She formed a loose fist and rapped twice on the door. Almost imediatly, the door swung open.
"Ah, Dashi." Bulma smiled as she stepped aside. "Trunks's room isn't messy or anything, so step right in." The mother figure chuckeled and sped down the hallway like a small child. Dashi began to wonder if there was something seriously wrong with her hostess.
The teenage girl stepped into Trunks's room and looked around. The large offwhite walls were covered with a dozen pictures. "I love pictures," Dashi barely said above a whisper. "They're like perfectly preserved memories." Her socked feet moved swiftly across the floor. To Dashi's surprise, the floor was a dark cold wood. Good thing for the large center rug.
The pictures, photos really, were of Bulma, Ms. Breifs, Tra (or a younger Trunks, Dashi really couln't tell) and an old man. "Is that your father?" Dashi pointed to a photo of Prof. Breifs working in the lab with Kitty on his shoulder.
"Actuly no, that's my grandfather." Trunks pulled a second chair up to the large desk.
"Oh." The girl repiled. Dashi searched the photots harder. She soon found a few pictures of Trunks , mainly of him working out. Dashi's cheeks burned a slight scarlet, much to her dismay. Frustrated, the girl gave up and sat down next to her peer.
"Why aren't there any photos of your dad?" She had a tone in her voice that indicated she really wanted to know.
Trunks pulled out some paper from a drawer and tried not to meet Dashi's eyes. "He's camera shy." That was kind of true. The only film proof of Vegeta's existance was in Bulma's room. It was a group shot of the "Z fighters", Bulma, Chichi, Master Roshi, Ulong, and Puar. If You looked close enough, you could see Vegeta in the very back.
Dashi nodded. Some people were camera shy. it was then that a small silver picture frame caught her eye. Dashi lifted it of the desk and held it carefully in her hands. The photo looked like a fimilure figure, but something was off...
The teenage boy glanced over at Dashi and snatched the picture from her hands. Dashi turned to Trunks and looked him squarely in the eyes. "That was your mother. She looks older and he rhair is longer. How?"
Trunks looked at the photo. It was indeed hih mother. Marai Bulma was holding a wrench and winking as she sat amongst her various machine parts. Trunks knew what she was working on at the time the picture was taken: the time machine. Trunks lowered his lavendar head, dissapointed that he couldn't pull a buyable excuse from his bag of tricks. Dashi shifted in her seat and sighed. Raising her peers head to her owns level, she smiled.
"I'm probly a little dissorented from all that's happened today. My silly mind must be playing tricks on me. Now than," The girl opened up a text book. "I belive I have some tutoring to do." The rest of the night went on without trouble.
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Posion Angel: Welcome, welcome! Today we have none other than ........KITTY!
Kitty: Meow meow.
PA: Meow me meow meow meow
KItty: Meow meow
PA: Meow meow me meow meow
Kitty:Meow me me meow
PA: Me Meooooow
Kitty: 'eow
PA: 'eow
(Kitty leaves)
(Crickets chirp)
Posion Angel: Well what did you expect?! It's a cat! ,
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As shocking as this may seem, I do not own DBZ.
A.N.: Sorry for taking so long guys. i promise that when I get 14 reveiws (not 14 new ones, just a total of 14) i will update the next chapter. By the way, for every 5th reveiwer (5,10,15,ect.) I will give you the option of getting a fanart by me. The pic can be a charector introduced in the story so far, or any cahrector from Sailormoon or Card Captor sakura. Email me with what you want and i'll send it to you A.S.A.P. no more than 3 peeps in a fanart, k? good. Enjoy ^,^
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The half-saijins struggled to eat slowly, but failed horribly. If the food hadn't been so good they might have been able to comply. Dashi smiled as she watched the two boys eat. The girl ate at a medium. Not too fast, not too slow, and definently not normal.
Prof. Breifs was working hard in the lab and had his dinner sent in there. "Ne, Mama," Chibi Trunks popped a buttered roll into his already full mouth, "where's Papa?"
Bulma glared at her child. Did he not notice that they had company? Dashi was sitting right next to him for crying out loud! 'I'll have to speak with him later about his manners at the table.' The blue haired mother thought. "You know your father. Vegita is training like crazy. Hmm, he should be getting hungry soon." Bulma turned back to her plate and caught a glance at Dashi. "What's wrong?"
Trunks looked across the table at the girl. A mixed expression of fear, anger, and hatred played across Dashi's normaly cheerful face. Her hand trembled and relised the shiney fork in an effortless motion. It hit the hard wood floor and soon Ms. Breifs, Bulma, Trunks, and Chibi Trunks looked at her questionably.
"Hey" Tra tugged on Dashi's white sleeve twice in an atempt to bring her back to reality. Pink strand flew in everydirection as Dashi jumped up with a start, knocking over her chair, Chibi Trunks chair, and the little half-saijin himself. Without hesitation, Dashi picked up the chair and excussed herself from the table.
"Oh dear." Ms. Breifs frowned and placed her chin in her hands. "I wonder what's wrong with her."
"Don't worry," Bulma stood up from her seat to clear her dish. "I'll talk to her."
Dashi ran through the darked halls towards the east wing and her room."It can't be." Upon reaching her destination, Dashi darted inside the romm assigned to her. Slowly she slumped agaist the door and slid down to the warm blue carpet. Carefully she fingered her earings and took them off. "Is it really true? Ne, Okaa-san, Otou-san?" Dashi sat, deep in thought.
A sudden knock on the door shocked the girl so much that the jewelry seemed to jump out of her hands and into the thick carpet.Franticly she scooted away from the door and searched for her earings. "C..Come in!"
The door swung open and Bulma stepped in. She looked down at Dashi and smiled. "You don't have to bow to me."
"No ma'am, That's not it."Dashi looked up with fearful eyes. "I'm afraid I've dropped my earings. They were a gift from my parents and I just can't lose them."
"It's okay," Bulma crouched down on the floor. "I'll help you find them." The women serched for several minutes, lightly grazing the floor with their fingers.
"Aha! I've found them." Bulma cried in triumph. Bringing the earings closer to observe, she noticed a small symbol on both earing.
"May I have them back, please?"
"Huh?" The adult looked up at Dashi's outstretched hand. "No."
"What?" Dashi seemed confused and a larged sweatdrop slowly made it's way down the back of her head.
Bulma thrusted the jewelery to it's owner and smiled. "I'm just kidding Da-chan!^,^" Happily Dashi pinned the earings back onto her lobes. "Anyways." THe blue haired woman rose and opened the door. "Trunks is ready for his tutoring lesson so come to his room any time. It's two doors down on this wall." Bulma winked and closed the door behind her.
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"MOM! She's coming in here? I thought we would study in the living room or something." Trunks felt his face get hot. He knew he was blushing, but he prayed that Bulma couldn't tell.
"Well Gooo-men!" Bulma crossed her arms and blew and a clump or blur hair in frustration. "I just thought--"A knock on the cold door cut her off.
***************************************************
"...Okay, I'm here." Dashi gripped the notepad and textbooks tightly to her chest. "I said I'd help him, so I'll help him." She formed a loose fist and rapped twice on the door. Almost imediatly, the door swung open.
"Ah, Dashi." Bulma smiled as she stepped aside. "Trunks's room isn't messy or anything, so step right in." The mother figure chuckeled and sped down the hallway like a small child. Dashi began to wonder if there was something seriously wrong with her hostess.
The teenage girl stepped into Trunks's room and looked around. The large offwhite walls were covered with a dozen pictures. "I love pictures," Dashi barely said above a whisper. "They're like perfectly preserved memories." Her socked feet moved swiftly across the floor. To Dashi's surprise, the floor was a dark cold wood. Good thing for the large center rug.
The pictures, photos really, were of Bulma, Ms. Breifs, Tra (or a younger Trunks, Dashi really couln't tell) and an old man. "Is that your father?" Dashi pointed to a photo of Prof. Breifs working in the lab with Kitty on his shoulder.
"Actuly no, that's my grandfather." Trunks pulled a second chair up to the large desk.
"Oh." The girl repiled. Dashi searched the photots harder. She soon found a few pictures of Trunks , mainly of him working out. Dashi's cheeks burned a slight scarlet, much to her dismay. Frustrated, the girl gave up and sat down next to her peer.
"Why aren't there any photos of your dad?" She had a tone in her voice that indicated she really wanted to know.
Trunks pulled out some paper from a drawer and tried not to meet Dashi's eyes. "He's camera shy." That was kind of true. The only film proof of Vegeta's existance was in Bulma's room. It was a group shot of the "Z fighters", Bulma, Chichi, Master Roshi, Ulong, and Puar. If You looked close enough, you could see Vegeta in the very back.
Dashi nodded. Some people were camera shy. it was then that a small silver picture frame caught her eye. Dashi lifted it of the desk and held it carefully in her hands. The photo looked like a fimilure figure, but something was off...
The teenage boy glanced over at Dashi and snatched the picture from her hands. Dashi turned to Trunks and looked him squarely in the eyes. "That was your mother. She looks older and he rhair is longer. How?"
Trunks looked at the photo. It was indeed hih mother. Marai Bulma was holding a wrench and winking as she sat amongst her various machine parts. Trunks knew what she was working on at the time the picture was taken: the time machine. Trunks lowered his lavendar head, dissapointed that he couldn't pull a buyable excuse from his bag of tricks. Dashi shifted in her seat and sighed. Raising her peers head to her owns level, she smiled.
"I'm probly a little dissorented from all that's happened today. My silly mind must be playing tricks on me. Now than," The girl opened up a text book. "I belive I have some tutoring to do." The rest of the night went on without trouble.
**************8End Chapter 3***************
Posion Angel: Welcome, welcome! Today we have none other than ........KITTY!
Kitty: Meow meow.
PA: Meow me meow meow meow
KItty: Meow meow
PA: Meow meow me meow meow
Kitty:Meow me me meow
PA: Me Meooooow
Kitty: 'eow
PA: 'eow
(Kitty leaves)
(Crickets chirp)
Posion Angel: Well what did you expect?! It's a cat! ,