Lavender and Pink
Disclaimer: I seem to have run out of creative disclaimers.... what a shame. DBZ isn't mine.
Chapter 20: The Last Straw
"You are a disgrace!" Chozo yelled at Jimi, her face in its ever- present scowl. She circled the warrior, wondering if making the wish on this sister was such a good idea. "You obviously lack the experience and discipline to carry out this mission," Chozo quickly turned her head, flinging its purple hair. "Relying on you was a mistake. Any of the others would have slain every male by now, but you - even with the Eternal Dragon's help - cannot dispose of this one. This Doku should be below you. He should be dead! You are still but a puny child."
Jimi glanced at Anji for support then glared at her leader with utter hatred. She had pride - pride enough to revile a saiya-jin - and would not tolerate this abuse. "Do you think it so easy?" Jimi growled, "Doku is not a male, he is a-"
"Do NOT speak to me in such a manner." Chozo slapped the youth across her face. "I will have none of your excuses." Jimi turned her head and met with Chozo's gaze. Her cheek was not even red from the hit, which Chozo put all her strength into. The leader's eyes flashed with fear for but a second, just long enough to satisfy Jimi.
"I will get stronger to defeat this foe. And you all shall help me." Jimi grabbed Chozo's head and smashed it hard against the ground, killing her instantly. The cult gasped and coward away from Jimi. "You will not escape, you all must help me grow stronger."
"Ho....how do w-we do that?" The astonished Anji questioned, fearing the answer.
Jimi gave a wicked smile. "By the Runes of Sanguis [1], of course." She concentrated her energy and formed a small ki blade (a/n: *snickers about Kingdom Hearts*). The amazons screamed and scattered into the woods, but they never made it out. One-by-one, the women fell dead and were soon pilled on top of eachother on the alter. Their blood ran together and down the crudely made steps where it pooled into a basin. (A/N: I just realized something... I've been eating carrots while typing this story, Heh heh, I am devouring Goku! Anyways, back to the story.) Jimi dipped her fingers into the sticky fluid and proceeded to draw strange symbols on her bare body with it, chanting all the while.
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Dashi wasn't eating much and Trunks was getting worried. She seemed to be taking just enough food to sustain herself and keep Bulma's suspicions at bay, but food is an essential part of a saiya-jin's power. Marai Trunks was afraid that if Jimi decided to suddenly attack and Dashi fought her, that his peer would be badly injured, as she wouldn't be at her normal strength. But marai wasn't the only one who noticed, chibi did as well. Although the kid wasn't aware of Dashi's heritage, he was still concerned and so one morning he tackled the unsuspecting teen and poured a protein drink down her throat. Bulma scolded him, especially since Dashi was in a towel at the time. Later that morning, when she was fully clothed, Dashi returned the tackle and shoved a piece of toast into the chibi's mouth. She laughed the whole while, but to marai's ears it sounded forced. Whatever was bothering the girl earlier was still there.
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"Come on, let's move along." Coach Papaya looked down at his clipboard. "Joseno, you're up. Juice, you're on deck." The two boys nodded and Fuma Joseno proceeded to do the pole vault. Orenji Juice picked up a pole and stepped to the side as most of the students took a step back. Orenji turned swiftly, whacking Dashi in the back with the pole and knocking her down. The same group that moved began to laugh at the fallen girl; Kiui's voice rang clear in the group.
"That. Is. It." Dashi's hand tightened around the dirt and she pulled herself up. She snapped. In a blur of pink, Dashi was on Kiui. It wasn't the normal girly catfight, as most of them expected, it was a serious fight and Kiui could all but raise her arms in a meager attempt to protect herself from the angry fists. Many students tried to pry Dashi off their beloved student council member, but were quickly thrown to the ground by the enraged female. Marai Trunks hurried to pull Dashi away before she could do any serious damage, which didn't leave him much time.
Trunks gripped the girl around the waist and tugged as hard as he could, which wasn't needed. The two saiya-jins went backwards from the tug and Trunks just barely managed to get a good grip on Dashi before she was able to jump Kiui again. The group helped Kiui to her shaky feet. Her right eye was bruising, her lip bleeding, and she was just overall a mess.
Kiui sobbed on a random person's shoulder. "You see? You see? I knew that library incident wasn't the end."
"Library incident?" Trunks questioned, keeping a tight hold on Dashi's squirming form. He was glad at that moment that she hadn't been eating much.
"It was terrible," Kiui sniffed, now holding a handkerchief to her bleeding lip. "When that, that, smurf first showed up she used some evil magic to blow up the east wing library. No one was inside it, but i was in the hallway and thrown back into the lockers by the force. I had to get stitches in my head! She's been nothing but trouble ever since that day."
Kiui's fan club nodded and glared at the pink-haired 'monster', who had calmed down enough for Trunks to let her go. Dashi looked at the half- saiya-jin with a sad and ashamed expression. "I didn't mean to. I..." she sighed and looked away, not bothering to try and talk to him as he never responded anymore. The girl sighed again and began walking off, leaving the field and stayed in school only long enough to get her uniform, which she quickly pulled over her P.E. clothes.
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"Now I don't want you boys blowing anything up. Understood?" Chichi called after the small boys. She assumed they got the message and returned to her seat on the couch.
"Oh, don't worry. My little chibi has been especially good lately." Bulma poured her guest some tea and sat down.
"He has?" Chichi brought the cup to her lips, "Have you found some new way to threaten him?" She sipped the steamy liquid without a sound. Bulma opened her mouth to speak but stopped as someone stepped into the room.
"Dashi? What are you doing home so early?" Bulma checked her watch and patted the seat next to her. "Are you sick? What's wrong."? Dashi sat down and rubbed her knuckles lightly. She glanced at Chichi, and then back at Bulma. "Oh right! Where ever are my manners? Dashi, this is my good friend Chichi Son. She has two sons, you've met one, and the other is here right now. And Chichi, this is Dashi Toku. Dashi's been staying with us." The two females exchanged slight bows.
Chichi smiled cheerfully at the teen. "Now that we know each other, how about you tell us what's made a pretty girl like you leave school so early?"
Dashi looked down at the table, ashamed of herself. "I, um, I got in a fight." The mothers gasped in unison. "Are you hurt at all?" "Who with?" "Did ya get a good hit in?" "Just where was Trunks during all this?" "Did you win?"
Dashi pressed herself against the couch, trying to escape the two women who were now extremely close. She started fiddling with a lock of her pink hair. "Well, this girl had been mocking me and trying to hurt me for a while now and I guess I just snapped. I pounced on her and started hitting her stupid snotty face. Trunks was actually the one who pulled me off her and calmed me down." Her yellow eyes looked up at the mothers, waiting for their reaction.
"How bad is she?" Bulma questioned.
"Oh, she's not so bad. A black-eye, bleeding lip and overall scuffed up a little."
"For shame," Chichi shook her head in disapproval. "You should have inflicted much more damage than that to that snob." Dashi did a double take, not quiet sure if she heard correctly.
"I agree," Bulma said with crossed arms as she nodded her head. "Sounds like that girly had it coming. Where were your feminine instincts, girl?" Dashi starred blankly at the two. "But that isn't the only thing bugging you, is it Dashi?"
Chichi lend forward and looked the girls face over closely. "Boy trouble." She said as if it was written clearly on the teen's face, which now held a tinge of pink.
"Alright," Bulma said, her arms still crossed, "what has my son done?" Dashi looked at her in shock. Was it that obvious to everyone? Did Trunks know she liked him? Was he acting like this because he knew?
The teen's face grew redder under the two women's gazes. "Well, he... he hasn't been talking to me lately. It's like..." She sighed and looked down. "It's like he's trying to build up a wall around himself."
Chibi Trunks kept his hand over Goten's mouth as he listened in on the conversation from around the corner. 'So that's what's been bugging her. My stupid future self, when I get my hands on him...' The boy had forgotten Goten was in his grasps and began choking the poor kid. After a minute or two of the Son flailing his arms like mad, Trunks finally realised his error and released his friend. "Come on," he whispered, "I know where Mom hide the sugar."
Bulma and Chichi looked at each other and sighed. "Dashi," Bulma began, "Trunks has had a difficult life. That wall has always been there, sweetie." The blue-haired lady placed her hand on Dashi's knee. "But what you need to understand is he let you in, but he got scared. That's all." Chichi nodded and gave her two cents.
"I'm sure he has a very good reason for keeping you on the outside, you just can't see it yet."
**************************** End chappie-thingy-do-op SA: Well, I wrote this faster than I thought I would. Although I've gotten no reviews yet, I'll post it anyways. [1] Latin for blood
Disclaimer: I seem to have run out of creative disclaimers.... what a shame. DBZ isn't mine.
Chapter 20: The Last Straw
"You are a disgrace!" Chozo yelled at Jimi, her face in its ever- present scowl. She circled the warrior, wondering if making the wish on this sister was such a good idea. "You obviously lack the experience and discipline to carry out this mission," Chozo quickly turned her head, flinging its purple hair. "Relying on you was a mistake. Any of the others would have slain every male by now, but you - even with the Eternal Dragon's help - cannot dispose of this one. This Doku should be below you. He should be dead! You are still but a puny child."
Jimi glanced at Anji for support then glared at her leader with utter hatred. She had pride - pride enough to revile a saiya-jin - and would not tolerate this abuse. "Do you think it so easy?" Jimi growled, "Doku is not a male, he is a-"
"Do NOT speak to me in such a manner." Chozo slapped the youth across her face. "I will have none of your excuses." Jimi turned her head and met with Chozo's gaze. Her cheek was not even red from the hit, which Chozo put all her strength into. The leader's eyes flashed with fear for but a second, just long enough to satisfy Jimi.
"I will get stronger to defeat this foe. And you all shall help me." Jimi grabbed Chozo's head and smashed it hard against the ground, killing her instantly. The cult gasped and coward away from Jimi. "You will not escape, you all must help me grow stronger."
"Ho....how do w-we do that?" The astonished Anji questioned, fearing the answer.
Jimi gave a wicked smile. "By the Runes of Sanguis [1], of course." She concentrated her energy and formed a small ki blade (a/n: *snickers about Kingdom Hearts*). The amazons screamed and scattered into the woods, but they never made it out. One-by-one, the women fell dead and were soon pilled on top of eachother on the alter. Their blood ran together and down the crudely made steps where it pooled into a basin. (A/N: I just realized something... I've been eating carrots while typing this story, Heh heh, I am devouring Goku! Anyways, back to the story.) Jimi dipped her fingers into the sticky fluid and proceeded to draw strange symbols on her bare body with it, chanting all the while.
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Dashi wasn't eating much and Trunks was getting worried. She seemed to be taking just enough food to sustain herself and keep Bulma's suspicions at bay, but food is an essential part of a saiya-jin's power. Marai Trunks was afraid that if Jimi decided to suddenly attack and Dashi fought her, that his peer would be badly injured, as she wouldn't be at her normal strength. But marai wasn't the only one who noticed, chibi did as well. Although the kid wasn't aware of Dashi's heritage, he was still concerned and so one morning he tackled the unsuspecting teen and poured a protein drink down her throat. Bulma scolded him, especially since Dashi was in a towel at the time. Later that morning, when she was fully clothed, Dashi returned the tackle and shoved a piece of toast into the chibi's mouth. She laughed the whole while, but to marai's ears it sounded forced. Whatever was bothering the girl earlier was still there.
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"Come on, let's move along." Coach Papaya looked down at his clipboard. "Joseno, you're up. Juice, you're on deck." The two boys nodded and Fuma Joseno proceeded to do the pole vault. Orenji Juice picked up a pole and stepped to the side as most of the students took a step back. Orenji turned swiftly, whacking Dashi in the back with the pole and knocking her down. The same group that moved began to laugh at the fallen girl; Kiui's voice rang clear in the group.
"That. Is. It." Dashi's hand tightened around the dirt and she pulled herself up. She snapped. In a blur of pink, Dashi was on Kiui. It wasn't the normal girly catfight, as most of them expected, it was a serious fight and Kiui could all but raise her arms in a meager attempt to protect herself from the angry fists. Many students tried to pry Dashi off their beloved student council member, but were quickly thrown to the ground by the enraged female. Marai Trunks hurried to pull Dashi away before she could do any serious damage, which didn't leave him much time.
Trunks gripped the girl around the waist and tugged as hard as he could, which wasn't needed. The two saiya-jins went backwards from the tug and Trunks just barely managed to get a good grip on Dashi before she was able to jump Kiui again. The group helped Kiui to her shaky feet. Her right eye was bruising, her lip bleeding, and she was just overall a mess.
Kiui sobbed on a random person's shoulder. "You see? You see? I knew that library incident wasn't the end."
"Library incident?" Trunks questioned, keeping a tight hold on Dashi's squirming form. He was glad at that moment that she hadn't been eating much.
"It was terrible," Kiui sniffed, now holding a handkerchief to her bleeding lip. "When that, that, smurf first showed up she used some evil magic to blow up the east wing library. No one was inside it, but i was in the hallway and thrown back into the lockers by the force. I had to get stitches in my head! She's been nothing but trouble ever since that day."
Kiui's fan club nodded and glared at the pink-haired 'monster', who had calmed down enough for Trunks to let her go. Dashi looked at the half- saiya-jin with a sad and ashamed expression. "I didn't mean to. I..." she sighed and looked away, not bothering to try and talk to him as he never responded anymore. The girl sighed again and began walking off, leaving the field and stayed in school only long enough to get her uniform, which she quickly pulled over her P.E. clothes.
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"Now I don't want you boys blowing anything up. Understood?" Chichi called after the small boys. She assumed they got the message and returned to her seat on the couch.
"Oh, don't worry. My little chibi has been especially good lately." Bulma poured her guest some tea and sat down.
"He has?" Chichi brought the cup to her lips, "Have you found some new way to threaten him?" She sipped the steamy liquid without a sound. Bulma opened her mouth to speak but stopped as someone stepped into the room.
"Dashi? What are you doing home so early?" Bulma checked her watch and patted the seat next to her. "Are you sick? What's wrong."? Dashi sat down and rubbed her knuckles lightly. She glanced at Chichi, and then back at Bulma. "Oh right! Where ever are my manners? Dashi, this is my good friend Chichi Son. She has two sons, you've met one, and the other is here right now. And Chichi, this is Dashi Toku. Dashi's been staying with us." The two females exchanged slight bows.
Chichi smiled cheerfully at the teen. "Now that we know each other, how about you tell us what's made a pretty girl like you leave school so early?"
Dashi looked down at the table, ashamed of herself. "I, um, I got in a fight." The mothers gasped in unison. "Are you hurt at all?" "Who with?" "Did ya get a good hit in?" "Just where was Trunks during all this?" "Did you win?"
Dashi pressed herself against the couch, trying to escape the two women who were now extremely close. She started fiddling with a lock of her pink hair. "Well, this girl had been mocking me and trying to hurt me for a while now and I guess I just snapped. I pounced on her and started hitting her stupid snotty face. Trunks was actually the one who pulled me off her and calmed me down." Her yellow eyes looked up at the mothers, waiting for their reaction.
"How bad is she?" Bulma questioned.
"Oh, she's not so bad. A black-eye, bleeding lip and overall scuffed up a little."
"For shame," Chichi shook her head in disapproval. "You should have inflicted much more damage than that to that snob." Dashi did a double take, not quiet sure if she heard correctly.
"I agree," Bulma said with crossed arms as she nodded her head. "Sounds like that girly had it coming. Where were your feminine instincts, girl?" Dashi starred blankly at the two. "But that isn't the only thing bugging you, is it Dashi?"
Chichi lend forward and looked the girls face over closely. "Boy trouble." She said as if it was written clearly on the teen's face, which now held a tinge of pink.
"Alright," Bulma said, her arms still crossed, "what has my son done?" Dashi looked at her in shock. Was it that obvious to everyone? Did Trunks know she liked him? Was he acting like this because he knew?
The teen's face grew redder under the two women's gazes. "Well, he... he hasn't been talking to me lately. It's like..." She sighed and looked down. "It's like he's trying to build up a wall around himself."
Chibi Trunks kept his hand over Goten's mouth as he listened in on the conversation from around the corner. 'So that's what's been bugging her. My stupid future self, when I get my hands on him...' The boy had forgotten Goten was in his grasps and began choking the poor kid. After a minute or two of the Son flailing his arms like mad, Trunks finally realised his error and released his friend. "Come on," he whispered, "I know where Mom hide the sugar."
Bulma and Chichi looked at each other and sighed. "Dashi," Bulma began, "Trunks has had a difficult life. That wall has always been there, sweetie." The blue-haired lady placed her hand on Dashi's knee. "But what you need to understand is he let you in, but he got scared. That's all." Chichi nodded and gave her two cents.
"I'm sure he has a very good reason for keeping you on the outside, you just can't see it yet."
**************************** End chappie-thingy-do-op SA: Well, I wrote this faster than I thought I would. Although I've gotten no reviews yet, I'll post it anyways. [1] Latin for blood