White Night
By: Spritz
Hi peeps!! Gomen nasai for my inexcusable lack of updating. . . It was for too many reasons that I
haven't the time to explain. Alright, next chap I'll post responses to reviews, cause you all are
AWESOME and it really makes my day when I see all the positive feedback to my story. . .
(imouto = younger sister) My Jap isn't nearly perfect, but I'll try to put it where it seems
needed. . . and not where it isn't. Anywayz, here we go!
No da!
Spritz
"There's something REALLY wrong with Usagi," Gohan said upon entering the den of the Son
residence. A usually cozy setting was violently thrown off by the presence of quite a few contradicting
individuals.
"No shit!" Vegeta retorted from his leaning position against a wall. Minus a glare towards the Saiya-
jin no ouji, the taller man ignored him.
"What's wrong with Usa-chan?" asked Goten from the floor, worry crossing his young face, "Except for
her having no idea who I am, freaking out when she saw me napping next to her, and fainting again
when I came in with Tousan, I didn't notice anything!"
"Goten no baka," Trunks muttered next to him, hitting him upside the head. Obviously, the demi-
Saiya-jin wasn't going to allow that, so he grabbed the lilac-haired boy's hand and made him hit
himself repeatedly. This mini war went on and on as everyone else in the room sweatdropped.
Except one. Turning his head towards his student, a very tall and intimidating Namek set his piercing
stare upon Gohan from a dark corner of the large room.
"What happened?"
The room went silent as Gohan uncharacteristically looked down at his feet.
*
"Usagi" awoke from her peaceful slumber, surprisingly refreshed and full of energy. Sighing, she threw
off the cozy afghan, thick quilt, and knitted blanket and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stretched
her arms and stood on the carpeted floor, taking in her surroundings. Every inch of the bedroom sent the
message: homemade. It also screams "boy's room"... she thought with mirth. Though the bed had no
cartoon or typical young male's theme on it, quite a few other things did.
Next to the bed there was a small wooden desk cluttered with a few schoolbooks, many papers with more
doodles than math problems on them, and a couple manga. A wooden tackboard hung on the wall in front
of the desk, bearing over a dozen cut-out newspaper clippings with similar headlines: Mysterious Man
With Golden Hair Foils Robbery; New Superhero On the Scene, Possible Competition for Mr. Satan?;
'Saiyaman' Saves Dozens From Fire Easily; and Saiyaman: Sexiest Man Alive?. . . .
She giggled a bit at the last article and looked at the other occupants of the board: a few pictures of that
young man who had made her faint and that innocent boy together... One of who she guessed was their
mother was tacked next to a picture with the sun's glare reflecting off of it, preventing her from seeing the
person. She stepped closer, about to take the picture off the board. . .
"Usagi-chan!! Usagi-chan!!" She was tackled from behind by a surprisingly heavy yet small body with a loud
voice.
"Oof. Oops... Usagi? Usagi-chan?" Goten asked, sweatdropping, "I, I guess I don't know my own strength, but
that was nothing..." Silence was his only response. He quickly got off of the squashed female and stood.
"Come on, Usagi-chan! Don't be mad at me! .....
.......
.........
.............
..................
Umm, Usagi-chan?"
3.......
2.........
1........
"OH MY GOD I KILLED HER!!!!! I KILLED USAGI-CHAN!!!!!! AND FROM BEHIND TOO!!!!!! OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMY
GOD!!!"
Tears formed in the boy's dark eyes as he bent down and gently nudged her with his foot. She groaned, lifted her
head, and shook it this way and that. But unfortunately, the growing- hysterical kid didn't notice. He was flailing
his arms about, running in circles around the room, screaming, "IKILLEDHERIKILLEDHERIKILLEDHER!!!WAAAAAH!!!!"
The girl definitely regained full consciousness then. She sat up and gently pulled on the speeding child's sleeve.
"No...Goten, was it? You didn't kill me...just...ugh...surprised me a little..." She sat up and leaned against the side
of...
who's bed? The boy looked at her as if he were the older one, but then dismissed her thought.
"Well..." He nervously fidgeted. "This was the room you were staying in...before..." He winced.
"M-Me a-and O-Oniisan...played a trick on you...we...we made it look....exactly...the o-opposite of how y-you
would. w-want it. B-Because. we thought you. would be coming back. soon. but you. didn't.. and--"
He sniffled and rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his gi as they watered again.
She glanced up at the boy, who had his head against his chest, shoulders shaking.
"H-Hey, what's the matter?" Compassion filled her as she put her weight on her knees and scooted over the five
Feet of floor between them to him. He either wasn't aware of her right in front of him, was too shaken to move, or
did know she was there, but thought she would do something not-so-nice.
"I-I know y-you're r-right in f-front of m-me..." His body racked in sobs as he threw himself to her, taking her by
surprise yet again and causing her to fall backwards to the somewhat-soft floor. She caught her balance...sort-
of...and didn't fall completely.
With a strength she had no idea she possessed, she did a sit-up with the heavier-than-average boy on her torso
with ease and switched her position to an indian-style sit.
All this over a trick played on me...?
She noticed the shirt she was wearing--was it hers?-- was getting soaked by the child's tears, slowly but surely.
Whether it was or not, that was unimportant. What was important was...Goten... His tears... His pain... It hurt
her... Deep inside of her very being . she ached.
By: Spritz
Hi peeps!! Gomen nasai for my inexcusable lack of updating. . . It was for too many reasons that I
haven't the time to explain. Alright, next chap I'll post responses to reviews, cause you all are
AWESOME and it really makes my day when I see all the positive feedback to my story. . .
(imouto = younger sister) My Jap isn't nearly perfect, but I'll try to put it where it seems
needed. . . and not where it isn't. Anywayz, here we go!
No da!
Spritz
"There's something REALLY wrong with Usagi," Gohan said upon entering the den of the Son
residence. A usually cozy setting was violently thrown off by the presence of quite a few contradicting
individuals.
"No shit!" Vegeta retorted from his leaning position against a wall. Minus a glare towards the Saiya-
jin no ouji, the taller man ignored him.
"What's wrong with Usa-chan?" asked Goten from the floor, worry crossing his young face, "Except for
her having no idea who I am, freaking out when she saw me napping next to her, and fainting again
when I came in with Tousan, I didn't notice anything!"
"Goten no baka," Trunks muttered next to him, hitting him upside the head. Obviously, the demi-
Saiya-jin wasn't going to allow that, so he grabbed the lilac-haired boy's hand and made him hit
himself repeatedly. This mini war went on and on as everyone else in the room sweatdropped.
Except one. Turning his head towards his student, a very tall and intimidating Namek set his piercing
stare upon Gohan from a dark corner of the large room.
"What happened?"
The room went silent as Gohan uncharacteristically looked down at his feet.
*
"Usagi" awoke from her peaceful slumber, surprisingly refreshed and full of energy. Sighing, she threw
off the cozy afghan, thick quilt, and knitted blanket and swung her legs over the side of the bed. She stretched
her arms and stood on the carpeted floor, taking in her surroundings. Every inch of the bedroom sent the
message: homemade. It also screams "boy's room"... she thought with mirth. Though the bed had no
cartoon or typical young male's theme on it, quite a few other things did.
Next to the bed there was a small wooden desk cluttered with a few schoolbooks, many papers with more
doodles than math problems on them, and a couple manga. A wooden tackboard hung on the wall in front
of the desk, bearing over a dozen cut-out newspaper clippings with similar headlines: Mysterious Man
With Golden Hair Foils Robbery; New Superhero On the Scene, Possible Competition for Mr. Satan?;
'Saiyaman' Saves Dozens From Fire Easily; and Saiyaman: Sexiest Man Alive?. . . .
She giggled a bit at the last article and looked at the other occupants of the board: a few pictures of that
young man who had made her faint and that innocent boy together... One of who she guessed was their
mother was tacked next to a picture with the sun's glare reflecting off of it, preventing her from seeing the
person. She stepped closer, about to take the picture off the board. . .
"Usagi-chan!! Usagi-chan!!" She was tackled from behind by a surprisingly heavy yet small body with a loud
voice.
"Oof. Oops... Usagi? Usagi-chan?" Goten asked, sweatdropping, "I, I guess I don't know my own strength, but
that was nothing..." Silence was his only response. He quickly got off of the squashed female and stood.
"Come on, Usagi-chan! Don't be mad at me! .....
.......
.........
.............
..................
Umm, Usagi-chan?"
3.......
2.........
1........
"OH MY GOD I KILLED HER!!!!! I KILLED USAGI-CHAN!!!!!! AND FROM BEHIND TOO!!!!!! OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMY
GOD!!!"
Tears formed in the boy's dark eyes as he bent down and gently nudged her with his foot. She groaned, lifted her
head, and shook it this way and that. But unfortunately, the growing- hysterical kid didn't notice. He was flailing
his arms about, running in circles around the room, screaming, "IKILLEDHERIKILLEDHERIKILLEDHER!!!WAAAAAH!!!!"
The girl definitely regained full consciousness then. She sat up and gently pulled on the speeding child's sleeve.
"No...Goten, was it? You didn't kill me...just...ugh...surprised me a little..." She sat up and leaned against the side
of...
who's bed? The boy looked at her as if he were the older one, but then dismissed her thought.
"Well..." He nervously fidgeted. "This was the room you were staying in...before..." He winced.
"M-Me a-and O-Oniisan...played a trick on you...we...we made it look....exactly...the o-opposite of how y-you
would. w-want it. B-Because. we thought you. would be coming back. soon. but you. didn't.. and--"
He sniffled and rubbed his eyes with the sleeve of his gi as they watered again.
She glanced up at the boy, who had his head against his chest, shoulders shaking.
"H-Hey, what's the matter?" Compassion filled her as she put her weight on her knees and scooted over the five
Feet of floor between them to him. He either wasn't aware of her right in front of him, was too shaken to move, or
did know she was there, but thought she would do something not-so-nice.
"I-I know y-you're r-right in f-front of m-me..." His body racked in sobs as he threw himself to her, taking her by
surprise yet again and causing her to fall backwards to the somewhat-soft floor. She caught her balance...sort-
of...and didn't fall completely.
With a strength she had no idea she possessed, she did a sit-up with the heavier-than-average boy on her torso
with ease and switched her position to an indian-style sit.
All this over a trick played on me...?
She noticed the shirt she was wearing--was it hers?-- was getting soaked by the child's tears, slowly but surely.
Whether it was or not, that was unimportant. What was important was...Goten... His tears... His pain... It hurt
her... Deep inside of her very being . she ached.