Lavendar and Pink
disclaimer: (clears throught) (sings to tune of your choice) I don't own dbz, it does not belong to meEe, Some guy named Akira made it, that was the rule and now I laid it. (bows)
Chapter 7: Quiting~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dashi frowned as she gazed at the building. "Man I hate this place." She muttered under her breath. "I'm glad you're here Trunks, I might not be able to quit if you weren't with me." Dashi smiled sweetly and walked through the bar door.
The teens let their eyes ajust to the slightly dim room. Dashi opened her bag and pulled out a short ruffily dress. She took a deep breath and grabbed Trunks hand before marching over to the counter. A middle-aged man sat on a stool, pouring himself over some accounting books. He glanced up and frowned slightly. "Dashi-san, why didn't you show up for work yesterday?"
The girl squeezed Trunks' hand. "I…I …I …"
"She wants to quit, 'sir'." The lavendar headed teen cut in. Dashi nodded and thrusted her uniform at the man.
"But DAshi, the customers will miss you." He said with a sly grin. It dropped from the glares of utter hatred that his former employee and the guy she was with gave him. He gulped and turned back to his books. "Fine, go then."
The girl smiled and gave Trunks a hug. "I can finally leave this degrading job!" She turned to leave and smacked against a regular at the bar. "Oh, I'm sorry sir."
More men started to gather around. Trunks had a feeling that those idiots were going to try something. He pulled his peer closer to him to protect her.
"Trunks,"Dashi whispered,"I can handle this."
"Awh. You can't quit sweetie," claimed one man.
"Yeah," another said smiling. "You know you want to serve me." Dashi turned her head away from the adult to prevent the foul stench of alcohol from entering her nose.
'My goss!' She thought in discust, 'It's 4 o'clock p.m. and he's already drunk!' The man grabbed Dashi's wrist and twisted it. 'Wait a minute, I don't have to be nice to these losers anymore.' Trunks was about to step in, but the girl twisted her wrist back and kick the man in his shin.
"Arg! You little smurf!(heh heh)" He tried to stand on his leg, but fell over. He held his now bleeding right shin in pain.
Dashi curled her hands into fists and eyed the room. 'Only five? That's no problem.' Smiling, the girl dropped to the floor and knocked two of the men down with a low kick. A piece of glass on the floor dug itself into her leg, but it went unnoticed. A slightly obese man grabbed Dashi from behind and smirked.
"I got you now cutie." He slipped on hand up and outlined Dashi's face. The girl's blood began to boil as the man lowered his hand to try and touch something else. Dashi broke the hold and grabbed the man's wrist, flipping him over and onto a table.
"You'll get it now!" Another drunk came charging at the pink headed female. She just sighed and jumped onto an empty table, letting the man trip over his friends.
"Idiots..." Dashi mumbled under her breath. The last customer ran for Dashi, but he had a weopon. The smelly man gripped a switch blade in his hands. Dashi smirked and lept off the table. The man slashed and the girl kicked.
"Let's go Trunks." Without a second thought, the boy complied. Once outside, Dashi smiled and streched. "That was great. She what holding in anger can do to you? I'm so happy that I finaly got those jerks back."
"I didn't want to beleive it, but it's true!" Dashi and Trunks spun around to see three girls in matching waitress uniforms.
"Excuse me?" Dashi looked confused, acting as if nothing just happened.
"You just beat up five full grown men and ya don't seem fazed at all!" One girl screamed.
The third girl looked sick. "Even though you have two huge gashes in your leg..."
The pair looked down and gawk at the wounds. Dashi reached down and touched some of the blood. "...he actuly hit me..."
The first girl backed away. "Kiui is right, you are a monster!" The girls ran back to the 'safety' of the bar before Trunks got a chance to question them. Dashi just stood on the sidewalk as the crimsom fluid flowed down her leg.
*Now the whole student body thinks I'm a...a...freak.* Her yellow eyes started to tear; she cried. When Dashi's vison started to blur, she dismissed it, beleiving it was because of the salty water. Her body swayed and she fell backwards onto the cold concrete. she saw the gray sky, than a worried Trunks, and then...nothing.
~~~end chapter 7~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Posion Angel: Gomen nasai minna-san! I can just get so distracted sometimes. Now that school is out, there's no reason for me to not update my stories.
(three scared girls walk into the room)
PA: Ah, they're here! Everyone, today we will have the former co-workers of Dashi-chan.
G1: I'm Huiko
G2: My name is Ra...Raki
G3: 'Sup? I'm Sasa.
PA: So, before today, what was your impression of Dashi?
Huiko: Well, she seemed very nice. Always did her job without complaint.
Raki: Yeah. Smiled no matter what people said. Only just recently did she start to care.
PA: Really?
Sasa: Totaly! Before, some chick was all like 'You're such a smurfin' freak.' And Dashi was all like smilin' and junk.
Huiko: But when that Breifs guy showed up, she started to take the stuff a little more seriously.
Raki: That's because.....(sigh)...
PA: Go ahead girly.
Raki: Well, When Trunks-san showed up Kiui-sama increased the torturing of Dashi...
Huiko: THAT'S RIGHT! Before, Kiui just didn't like her. Now it's like she wants to kill the monster, so to speak.
Sasa: Duh! That's 'cause Kiui likes Trunks. But that guy has the hots for Dashi.
Raki: Really?
Sasa: It is like so obvious.
PA: To everyone 'cept Dashi!
Huiko: This is getting to be a long interview.
PA: right. PLEASE REVIEW MY STORY! I only have 13 reviews for 6 chapters. And one of those is from my silly friend who just wanted to talk to me...so that's just 2 reviews a chapter. Remember, every 5th reviewer gets a fanart....
disclaimer: (clears throught) (sings to tune of your choice) I don't own dbz, it does not belong to meEe, Some guy named Akira made it, that was the rule and now I laid it. (bows)
Chapter 7: Quiting~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dashi frowned as she gazed at the building. "Man I hate this place." She muttered under her breath. "I'm glad you're here Trunks, I might not be able to quit if you weren't with me." Dashi smiled sweetly and walked through the bar door.
The teens let their eyes ajust to the slightly dim room. Dashi opened her bag and pulled out a short ruffily dress. She took a deep breath and grabbed Trunks hand before marching over to the counter. A middle-aged man sat on a stool, pouring himself over some accounting books. He glanced up and frowned slightly. "Dashi-san, why didn't you show up for work yesterday?"
The girl squeezed Trunks' hand. "I…I …I …"
"She wants to quit, 'sir'." The lavendar headed teen cut in. Dashi nodded and thrusted her uniform at the man.
"But DAshi, the customers will miss you." He said with a sly grin. It dropped from the glares of utter hatred that his former employee and the guy she was with gave him. He gulped and turned back to his books. "Fine, go then."
The girl smiled and gave Trunks a hug. "I can finally leave this degrading job!" She turned to leave and smacked against a regular at the bar. "Oh, I'm sorry sir."
More men started to gather around. Trunks had a feeling that those idiots were going to try something. He pulled his peer closer to him to protect her.
"Trunks,"Dashi whispered,"I can handle this."
"Awh. You can't quit sweetie," claimed one man.
"Yeah," another said smiling. "You know you want to serve me." Dashi turned her head away from the adult to prevent the foul stench of alcohol from entering her nose.
'My goss!' She thought in discust, 'It's 4 o'clock p.m. and he's already drunk!' The man grabbed Dashi's wrist and twisted it. 'Wait a minute, I don't have to be nice to these losers anymore.' Trunks was about to step in, but the girl twisted her wrist back and kick the man in his shin.
"Arg! You little smurf!(heh heh)" He tried to stand on his leg, but fell over. He held his now bleeding right shin in pain.
Dashi curled her hands into fists and eyed the room. 'Only five? That's no problem.' Smiling, the girl dropped to the floor and knocked two of the men down with a low kick. A piece of glass on the floor dug itself into her leg, but it went unnoticed. A slightly obese man grabbed Dashi from behind and smirked.
"I got you now cutie." He slipped on hand up and outlined Dashi's face. The girl's blood began to boil as the man lowered his hand to try and touch something else. Dashi broke the hold and grabbed the man's wrist, flipping him over and onto a table.
"You'll get it now!" Another drunk came charging at the pink headed female. She just sighed and jumped onto an empty table, letting the man trip over his friends.
"Idiots..." Dashi mumbled under her breath. The last customer ran for Dashi, but he had a weopon. The smelly man gripped a switch blade in his hands. Dashi smirked and lept off the table. The man slashed and the girl kicked.
"Let's go Trunks." Without a second thought, the boy complied. Once outside, Dashi smiled and streched. "That was great. She what holding in anger can do to you? I'm so happy that I finaly got those jerks back."
"I didn't want to beleive it, but it's true!" Dashi and Trunks spun around to see three girls in matching waitress uniforms.
"Excuse me?" Dashi looked confused, acting as if nothing just happened.
"You just beat up five full grown men and ya don't seem fazed at all!" One girl screamed.
The third girl looked sick. "Even though you have two huge gashes in your leg..."
The pair looked down and gawk at the wounds. Dashi reached down and touched some of the blood. "...he actuly hit me..."
The first girl backed away. "Kiui is right, you are a monster!" The girls ran back to the 'safety' of the bar before Trunks got a chance to question them. Dashi just stood on the sidewalk as the crimsom fluid flowed down her leg.
*Now the whole student body thinks I'm a...a...freak.* Her yellow eyes started to tear; she cried. When Dashi's vison started to blur, she dismissed it, beleiving it was because of the salty water. Her body swayed and she fell backwards onto the cold concrete. she saw the gray sky, than a worried Trunks, and then...nothing.
~~~end chapter 7~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Posion Angel: Gomen nasai minna-san! I can just get so distracted sometimes. Now that school is out, there's no reason for me to not update my stories.
(three scared girls walk into the room)
PA: Ah, they're here! Everyone, today we will have the former co-workers of Dashi-chan.
G1: I'm Huiko
G2: My name is Ra...Raki
G3: 'Sup? I'm Sasa.
PA: So, before today, what was your impression of Dashi?
Huiko: Well, she seemed very nice. Always did her job without complaint.
Raki: Yeah. Smiled no matter what people said. Only just recently did she start to care.
PA: Really?
Sasa: Totaly! Before, some chick was all like 'You're such a smurfin' freak.' And Dashi was all like smilin' and junk.
Huiko: But when that Breifs guy showed up, she started to take the stuff a little more seriously.
Raki: That's because.....(sigh)...
PA: Go ahead girly.
Raki: Well, When Trunks-san showed up Kiui-sama increased the torturing of Dashi...
Huiko: THAT'S RIGHT! Before, Kiui just didn't like her. Now it's like she wants to kill the monster, so to speak.
Sasa: Duh! That's 'cause Kiui likes Trunks. But that guy has the hots for Dashi.
Raki: Really?
Sasa: It is like so obvious.
PA: To everyone 'cept Dashi!
Huiko: This is getting to be a long interview.
PA: right. PLEASE REVIEW MY STORY! I only have 13 reviews for 6 chapters. And one of those is from my silly friend who just wanted to talk to me...so that's just 2 reviews a chapter. Remember, every 5th reviewer gets a fanart....