Lavendar and Pink
disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. Dragon. Ball. Z. Okay?
Chapter 12: Workout of a Different Kind
"Stupid men. Ona's can be strong too." Bulma increased the resistance of the bike and continued to take her frustration out of the exercise equiptment.
A figure stood in the doorway and looked around. It wasn't a huge room, but still large by normal standards. Every peice of work-out equiptment avaliable from tredmills to bench-presses layed strewed about the room. The blueheaded woman finally looked up and smiled. "That looks cute on you, Dashi-chan."
Dashi blushed and glanced at herself in the mirror. The outit she was given hugged tighly to her body. A yellow sleeveless top displaying a thin blue stripe exposed the edges of her sports bra, much to the girls dismay. Dashi's white tennis shoes were slihtly hidden from the lose fabric at the end of th enavy blue pants. Dashi plopped down on the mat and began to strech. "So, um, why are we doing this again?"
Bulma finnaly got off the bike and wobbled a bit. "It's a greta way to releive stress in a non-violent way." Her blue eyes narrowed sa her voice grew colder, "And boy did those guys give me stress the other day."
The teen stood up as she tied a scrunchy in her hair. "So they won't respect a female fighter?"
"No way. Number 18 only gets their respect 'cause she's not human. Part machine ya know." Bulma sweatdropped at Dashi confused look. 'Oh yeah... she hasn't met 18...' "Err. So to answer your question, no."
Dashi frowned and quickly sat herself at a weight machine. The weight was set and the girl pushed against the large panel. "Ah, dashi-chan. Don't lock your knees on the leg press. And go down slowly or you might hurt something." The girl nodded her head and followed the instructions. Bulma set off to do some more cardio, but something caught her eye. She was never really sure how much weight was on the machine... but Dashi was lifting it all with no problem. 'Nan do ka..?' She thought to herself as the girl lifted the weigths up and down.
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Several days passed untill Jimi finally arrived. She let the wind tossle her hair before gathering up energy. THe ki blast shot off into the large city, sending peices of rubble high into the air. THe amazon floated patiently for her challengers to arrive. She always liked having alittle fun before completeing the job. Marai Trunks, Chibi Trunks, Yamacha, Krillen, and Gohan quickly met up with the black shrouded girl.
"You may have caused trouble in other places, but we're gonna take you out." Yamacha smirked and popped his knuckles.
"We've fought all kinds of monsters, aleins, and such before." GOhan added, hinting at their experience.
"Besides," Yamachayawned, "you're a girl. How tuogh can you be? Now let's get this thing over with." The other guys winced and sighed. That man just never learns.
Jimi smiled a grin that would scare Vegeta. "Oh I agree. Let's." She evaporated and took out Krillen and chibi within seconds. The red haired woman put Yamacha in a tight headlock and smirked as the others tried to harm her. "Tsk tsk. Didn't your mommys tell you not to pick on little girls? I'm only 10 after all." She chuckled softly and twisted her arms, cracking her captives neck. Jimi released the body and preparred to blast Gohan, but in a blur of blue she was knocked to the earth below. She erupted from the rubble, mad as a hornet. "WHo the smurf did that!?!"
"I did." Came a cold dark voice. The source of the voice was a new fighter in a baggy long sleeved gi. His hair bounced around in golden locks as he smirked at the amazon. "Whatsa matter? You seem surprised."
Trunks blinked at the new comer. "Who are you?"
The fighter didn't seem to be expecting that. He straigtened his sunglasses ang black gloves. "I..I'm.. that is my name is... Doku."
"FIne DOKU! Prepare to die!" Jimi threw off her cloak and growled. She unleashed a barage of kicks and punches that made no contact. "Why won't you just die?!"
Doku smiled evily. "THat's because you'r ethe one going down." While the two continued to fight, the teenagers checked on their friends. Krillen and Chibi Trunks were fine, but Yamacha needed help bad.
"Trunks, Krillen, take him to the hospital fast. We don't have senzu beans with us." Marai Trunks ordered and turned back to the battle at hand.
Jimi was wounded badly, but Doku seemed to be having fun. He shot a beam of orange energy right threw Jimi's gut, causing her to scream in pain.
~Jimi! Come back now, you're in bad shape.~ "No Chozo, I can beat him!" The female called back to the voice ringing in her head. Doku sweatdropped and blinked at the girl that seemed to be having a conversation with herself. ~I ORDER you to return! We must rethink our stratigy.~ Jimi glared at the Z fighter. "Fine. Okay, I will be back boys. My master calls me." In a spark of green, she was gone.
"SMURF!" Doku lowered to the ground and kicked at a boulder, sending it flying into tiny peices. "She got away... stuoid 'amazonian' magic."
Gohan and Trunks looked at eachother, then back at Doku. "What are you?" Gohan asked,"YOu can't be an earthling."
Doku half smiled. "My, aren't you cleaver. You're right, I'm not." He lifted off into the air with the same smile. "I'm a saiya-jin. Well, I think that's enough for today. See ya!" And with that the new fighter flew off quicker then you could say 'hubba-wha'. The two confused half-saiya-jins looked at eachother. "THis," Trunks began,"has been a strange day."
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END CHAPTER 12
Posion Angel: See? What I tell ya guys, a new chapter.
Bulma: Wow, I'm impressed PA-chan.
M.Trunks: Two chapters in two days... wait a minute... do you hear that?
PA: Hear what?
mTrunks: The sound of hoof prints... ARGH! IT'S THE HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!
PA: ::norrows eyes:: that's not funny Trunks-kun.
Bulma: ::stops in mid 'high-five' with Trunks:: Uh... yeah. Shame shame Trunks. What a bad thing you did.
PA: But that's okay... cause I know something. ::smiks::
mTrunks: huh?
PA: Trunks has a girlfriend trunks has a girlfriend.
mTrunks: ::face goes bright red:: I..I...I...
bulma: Aw look, he's stuttering. It must be...::PA and BUlma hold hands::
PA+B: TRUE LOVE!
mTrunks: ::turns redder:: I..I...I..I...I...
PA: I think we need to bring someone in now.
Dashi: Hello. Oh Trunks, what's wrong with your face? ::places hand on Trunks's forehead::
Bulma: I think he might be sick Dashi-chan. ::snickers::
Dashi: Really? Oh no.
PA: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
mTrunks: P...please reveiw the chapter! ::runs off::
Dashi: ::blink blink:: Huh? Well it looks like his illness isn't effecting his energy...
disclaimer: I. Don't. Own. Dragon. Ball. Z. Okay?
Chapter 12: Workout of a Different Kind
"Stupid men. Ona's can be strong too." Bulma increased the resistance of the bike and continued to take her frustration out of the exercise equiptment.
A figure stood in the doorway and looked around. It wasn't a huge room, but still large by normal standards. Every peice of work-out equiptment avaliable from tredmills to bench-presses layed strewed about the room. The blueheaded woman finally looked up and smiled. "That looks cute on you, Dashi-chan."
Dashi blushed and glanced at herself in the mirror. The outit she was given hugged tighly to her body. A yellow sleeveless top displaying a thin blue stripe exposed the edges of her sports bra, much to the girls dismay. Dashi's white tennis shoes were slihtly hidden from the lose fabric at the end of th enavy blue pants. Dashi plopped down on the mat and began to strech. "So, um, why are we doing this again?"
Bulma finnaly got off the bike and wobbled a bit. "It's a greta way to releive stress in a non-violent way." Her blue eyes narrowed sa her voice grew colder, "And boy did those guys give me stress the other day."
The teen stood up as she tied a scrunchy in her hair. "So they won't respect a female fighter?"
"No way. Number 18 only gets their respect 'cause she's not human. Part machine ya know." Bulma sweatdropped at Dashi confused look. 'Oh yeah... she hasn't met 18...' "Err. So to answer your question, no."
Dashi frowned and quickly sat herself at a weight machine. The weight was set and the girl pushed against the large panel. "Ah, dashi-chan. Don't lock your knees on the leg press. And go down slowly or you might hurt something." The girl nodded her head and followed the instructions. Bulma set off to do some more cardio, but something caught her eye. She was never really sure how much weight was on the machine... but Dashi was lifting it all with no problem. 'Nan do ka..?' She thought to herself as the girl lifted the weigths up and down.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~********************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`
Several days passed untill Jimi finally arrived. She let the wind tossle her hair before gathering up energy. THe ki blast shot off into the large city, sending peices of rubble high into the air. THe amazon floated patiently for her challengers to arrive. She always liked having alittle fun before completeing the job. Marai Trunks, Chibi Trunks, Yamacha, Krillen, and Gohan quickly met up with the black shrouded girl.
"You may have caused trouble in other places, but we're gonna take you out." Yamacha smirked and popped his knuckles.
"We've fought all kinds of monsters, aleins, and such before." GOhan added, hinting at their experience.
"Besides," Yamachayawned, "you're a girl. How tuogh can you be? Now let's get this thing over with." The other guys winced and sighed. That man just never learns.
Jimi smiled a grin that would scare Vegeta. "Oh I agree. Let's." She evaporated and took out Krillen and chibi within seconds. The red haired woman put Yamacha in a tight headlock and smirked as the others tried to harm her. "Tsk tsk. Didn't your mommys tell you not to pick on little girls? I'm only 10 after all." She chuckled softly and twisted her arms, cracking her captives neck. Jimi released the body and preparred to blast Gohan, but in a blur of blue she was knocked to the earth below. She erupted from the rubble, mad as a hornet. "WHo the smurf did that!?!"
"I did." Came a cold dark voice. The source of the voice was a new fighter in a baggy long sleeved gi. His hair bounced around in golden locks as he smirked at the amazon. "Whatsa matter? You seem surprised."
Trunks blinked at the new comer. "Who are you?"
The fighter didn't seem to be expecting that. He straigtened his sunglasses ang black gloves. "I..I'm.. that is my name is... Doku."
"FIne DOKU! Prepare to die!" Jimi threw off her cloak and growled. She unleashed a barage of kicks and punches that made no contact. "Why won't you just die?!"
Doku smiled evily. "THat's because you'r ethe one going down." While the two continued to fight, the teenagers checked on their friends. Krillen and Chibi Trunks were fine, but Yamacha needed help bad.
"Trunks, Krillen, take him to the hospital fast. We don't have senzu beans with us." Marai Trunks ordered and turned back to the battle at hand.
Jimi was wounded badly, but Doku seemed to be having fun. He shot a beam of orange energy right threw Jimi's gut, causing her to scream in pain.
~Jimi! Come back now, you're in bad shape.~ "No Chozo, I can beat him!" The female called back to the voice ringing in her head. Doku sweatdropped and blinked at the girl that seemed to be having a conversation with herself. ~I ORDER you to return! We must rethink our stratigy.~ Jimi glared at the Z fighter. "Fine. Okay, I will be back boys. My master calls me." In a spark of green, she was gone.
"SMURF!" Doku lowered to the ground and kicked at a boulder, sending it flying into tiny peices. "She got away... stuoid 'amazonian' magic."
Gohan and Trunks looked at eachother, then back at Doku. "What are you?" Gohan asked,"YOu can't be an earthling."
Doku half smiled. "My, aren't you cleaver. You're right, I'm not." He lifted off into the air with the same smile. "I'm a saiya-jin. Well, I think that's enough for today. See ya!" And with that the new fighter flew off quicker then you could say 'hubba-wha'. The two confused half-saiya-jins looked at eachother. "THis," Trunks began,"has been a strange day."
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END CHAPTER 12
Posion Angel: See? What I tell ya guys, a new chapter.
Bulma: Wow, I'm impressed PA-chan.
M.Trunks: Two chapters in two days... wait a minute... do you hear that?
PA: Hear what?
mTrunks: The sound of hoof prints... ARGH! IT'S THE HORSEMEN OF THE APOCALYPSE! WE'RE ALL GONNA DIE!
PA: ::norrows eyes:: that's not funny Trunks-kun.
Bulma: ::stops in mid 'high-five' with Trunks:: Uh... yeah. Shame shame Trunks. What a bad thing you did.
PA: But that's okay... cause I know something. ::smiks::
mTrunks: huh?
PA: Trunks has a girlfriend trunks has a girlfriend.
mTrunks: ::face goes bright red:: I..I...I...
bulma: Aw look, he's stuttering. It must be...::PA and BUlma hold hands::
PA+B: TRUE LOVE!
mTrunks: ::turns redder:: I..I...I..I...I...
PA: I think we need to bring someone in now.
Dashi: Hello. Oh Trunks, what's wrong with your face? ::places hand on Trunks's forehead::
Bulma: I think he might be sick Dashi-chan. ::snickers::
Dashi: Really? Oh no.
PA: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
mTrunks: P...please reveiw the chapter! ::runs off::
Dashi: ::blink blink:: Huh? Well it looks like his illness isn't effecting his energy...