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Sayonara, Goodbye (A New Beginning)
Chapter Eight
Kinu breathed rhythmically as she caught her breath. The two had just finished sparring, and she was displeased to note that her sensei had only broken a light sheen of sweat. Trunks stood on the other side of the field, patiently waiting for her to resume the fight. He watched her dispassionately as she observed him in return.
"You'd have lost by now if this was a real fight," he said casually.
That got her. [That arrogant bastard. I'll show him. . . .] she fumed.
Gathering her strength she suddenly charged at him and did some roundhouse punches.
As she expected he dodged all of them easily.
[Heh he he, now to implement my plan!]
When he had a clear view of her, Kinu flashed him an unexpected flirtatious grin.
[Nani?!] he unconsciously blushed.
Seeing his hesitation, she quickly took advantage of the opening and gave him a solid punch to the stomach. "Oroooo," he doubled over. Kinu finished it off by clasping her hands together and hammering his back.
The Semi-Saiyan faltered a bit before falling unceremoniously on his derriere. He scowled at her, and his frown grew deeper as he saw her 'innocent' smile. [Damn manipulative female! Now I know how Otousan felt,] he got up as he tried to salvage any dignity left.
"That's enough for today," he glared at her.
"Why? It was just getting good," she complained.
"We've been training for four months already and you've improved a lot," he replied
gruffly as he began to walk away.
"Really?' Kinu asked a bit unsurely. "I still can't match you!"
[And you never will!] Trunks chuckled internally.
"Trunks!" she shouted. It was spoken to sound harsh, but the lavender-haired youth could
hear the doubt in it.
"Kinu," he said tenderly as he turned around to face her, "you've gotten powerful over
these past months. You're stronger, faster, and have more control over your ki. I've fulfilled your
wish of raising your old power level. I think. . . no . . .I know that you're ready."
"So no more sparring?" she asked slightly disappointed.
"We can fight whenever you want," he laughed at her. "Anyway," he said boldly, "I'm sure
you're good enough to beat Kokoro now!"
"Honto!?!" she visibly perked up.
[Doh! Me and my big mouth!] Trunks sweat dropped. [Open mouth, insert foot.]
"Umm. . . well by that I mean. . . ." he tried to explain without hurting her feelings.
"Perfect. That means I can go ahead with my challange!" Kinu clasped her hand happily.
"Wha-?" Trunks stared at her. "I was going to tell you at the end of the day, but since you said
training is over I might as well say it now. Yesterday evening after our spar, I went to the Arena
and challenged Kokoro to a battle!"
"Ano. . . ." Trunks stated nervously. [Well buddy boy, you really screwed up big time,] he
sarcastically told himself. "Umm. . . are you sure you're up to this?"
"Of course I am! What, are you saying that I can't defeat him?" she accompanied the hot
reply with a disagree-with-me-and-I'll-kill-you look.
"No no no!!!" he sweat dropped profusely and held up his hands in defense. "I'm sure you
are quite capable of fighting him. Go right ahead with my blessings."
"Hn," she nodded approvingly. "I'll see you at the Arena tomorrow at noon." Without waiting
for a reply, she flew off.
"Oh crap," Trunks sighed heavily. "She definitely has a fighting spirit, but needs to work
more." Sighing again in utter defeat, he flew off towards his home.
"So," Bandeku turned away from the fire as soon as Trunks walked in, "how is the training going?"
His facial expression and tone was neutral, but the Semi-Saiyan could see the amused glint
in his black eyes. "Fine," the unknown Prince mumbled as he walked towards his bed. "Kinu decided
to challenge Kokoro tomorrow afternoon."
"I know," the older hermit said lightly.
"You did!?! How?"
"She challenged him publicly in the Arena yesterday night. Everyone heard her talking. I must say Kokoro was reluctant at first, but after a few taunts he accepted," Bandeku observed Trunks carefully.
"Wonderful," the lavender haired youth let himself fall on the futon, narrowly keeping his
head from bonking on the wall.
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The sun shone brightly the next day as people flocked to the Arena. Fights were already underway and the crowd cheered enthusiastically, more for the fighting than for the combatants. Trunks and Bandeku had already been there since the morning specifically for Kinu's battle. A little later on Bandeku's old team had arrived, for better or for worse.
"So Zaisan's whelp has finally gotten the nerve to challenge someone, Kokoro of all people! She doesn't have a chance!" Teppo cried good-naturedly. Nothing put him in better spirits than the prospect of a fight. "Hey halfling, maybe I'll challenge you right now so we can brawl tomorrow."
"If you want to lose again," Trunks shrugged nonchalantly, only half-listening. He was still
anxious about Kinu's match.
"WHAT!!!" Teppo shouted and put him in a head-lock as the others laughed.
From a balcony directly over them, Bandeku smirked. Zanko caught the smile and thought
for a moment.
"What can you tell me about this half-Saiyajin? He's been here for almost a year, yet I don't
know much about him," the Saiyan noble finally spoke. "Yes, you should know. He has been your ward for the whole time he's been here," Zaisan seconded Zanko's question.
[What a boot-licking mongrel you are,] Bandeku looked at the bald man. [Do you know
the only reason Zanko keeps you around is to stroke his pride? How pathetic.] The hermit was
tempted to reveal Trunks' royal lineage, just to see their shocked expressions, but he remembered
his promise and thought no more of it. Anyway another idea had crossed his mind.
"He is a talented fighter," Bandeku began smoothly. "He even trained your daughter, Zaisan. I hear that she has improved a lot."
*ACHOOO* Trunks sneezed. [Gee, I wonder if someone is talking about me.]
He looked up to see Bandeku smiling cockily, Zanko with his usual scowl, and another
man who looked furious. They were all staring at him. [Look away slowly,] Trunks sweat dropped. Wanting to seem casual, Trunks started a conversation.
"Hey Jeiron," he began. "Is it true that a. . . . Hebi-jin spy, I think, was captured recently?"
"Oh, that," the most easy-going of the group nodded. "Yeah, we spent most of the meeting
making him talk but we finally got bored and killed him." [Yeesh, that would have been helpful at P.T.A. meetings,] Trunks grinned. "So what did he say?"
"Oh the usual lines. Please don't kill me, I can be useful to you, ahhhh, the pain," Zeri answered as he watched the current match. "Hebi-jin are adept at hiding, but they never had the stomach for torture."
"Aherm .........I see," Trunks nodded slowly. "What about that transmitter you found on him?"
"Zanko kept it for a while but since no one could figure out how it worked he destroyed it,"
Jeiron laughed. "The machine was useless anyway."
"Hmm, what a shame. I could probably have figured it out," Trunks frowned.
"Oh ho, so you're a scientist on top of a warior, eh? Aren't you full of suprises," Jeiron exclaimed.
"Quiet, I'm watching the battle," Teppo snapped.
"What we could tell from it was that it was an intergalactic transmission device. This could
be trouble for the colony," Zeri mused. "Ughwaaa. . . . . ." one of the combatants cried as he was knocked out of the ring. He whizzed past and collided with several rows of seats. The crowd went wild as the winner raised an arm in victory.
"Well that match's done. It's time for Kokoro's and Kinu's," Teppo commented, somewhat
pacified after seeing the bloody match. "I hope it's as good as this one was."
[I don't,] Trunks frowned as he folded his arms in unconscious imitation of his father.
[Watch yourself, Kinu.]
The spectators roared as the two new fighters stepped onto the ring. They faced each
other, one wearing a cocky smile, the other scowling.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this? I wouldn't want to beat you too badly and
embarrass you again," Kokoro said as he stood and frowned.
"I won't be the one being embarrassed today, baka yaro," her smile never faded as she
began doing a few extra warm-ups.
"Kick her ass, Kokoro!" a voice shouted nearby. Both turned to its owner.
[Uck, it's that bitch Shira,] Kinu's happy face finally disappeared.
The taller female had auburn hair, black eyes, and a tail. She made it no secret that she
desired Kokoro's attentions. It was also well known that Shira was better at fighting then Kinu.
[But that was then. This time, I will win!] Kinu turned away to face her opponent. "Oi,
enough of this. Are you going to stare at her all day or fight?"
Kokoro's eyes flashed as he faced her again.
"I gave you the chance to retreat, but you refused. Very well," he went to a combat crouch.
"But don't get all hissy if I beat you again."
"Hmphf," was her response as she went to her own stance. The crowd became quiet as
they waited for the signal.
"Begin!" Zanko shouted from his balcony.
The two pitched themselves at each other, the same time as the spectators began shouting
again. They blurred from normal vision, and the only indication that they were still there was the
boom of flesh hitting flesh.
[You can do it,] Trunks said as his blue eyes followed them. Bandeku's team also did the same as they monitored the fight. After a few minutes of non-stop fighting, Kokoro re-appeared and Kinu did so a second later. Cupping his hands, he let out a short ki blast which she neatly avoided.
"You have to do better then that," she shouted.
"I know," he said from behind as he hammered her back. The blow knocked her out of the
air and sent her sprawling on the ground.
"She should have seen that one coming," Teppo shook his head but he was smiling.
"Don't count her out yet," Trunks growled, but internally he was worried. [Damn, what if
my training has made her over-confident? She's underestimated Kokoro's abilities.] He made a
mental note to try and beat some humility into her next time they fought.
Deciding to finish it quickly, the Saiyajin noble aimed several ki blasts at the crater that
held Kinu. They all hit the target, one after the other in a merciless barrage of heat and energy.
"That's it, she's done for," Jeiron sighed as he watched the smoke start to clear away.
"No, not yet," Trunks smiled. The others wondered what he was talking about, then
noticed that there was no one in the hole.
"An eye for an eye," Kinu's cold voice said as she hammered Kokoro in return. He
whistled to the ground and made another crater opposite Kinu's.
"Hmm, maybe this won't be that lame after all," Teppo muttered as Kinu landed near Kokoro.
He slowly levitated out and came back onto the ground.
"Now I'm mad," he growled. Crouching, he started to scream and collect energy. A white
aura flamed around him accompanied by an unnatural wind.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaa. . . . . . . ." he bellowed as he made the white flames burn brighter. Kinu
covered her face with an arm in stunned silence.
[Oh shit,] she thought as she felt his ki. [I made him really mad!]
There was no futher time to contemplate her position as he suddenly disbanded his aura
and charged at her. She had to think fast to block all the blows he was raining on her body.
[Two can play this game,] her eyes narrowed as she broke off. Quickly she launched
herself at him and picked up the pace of her attacks. Kokoro still managed to deflect all her
punches and kicks, but he was surprised at their increased power.
[She was never this strong before,] he frowned as he avoided an upper cut. Putting on an
unexpected burst of speed, she started to rapidly punch his stomach. Kinu ended it off with a
severe punch to his gut, making him lose his breath.
"Agghhh," he said as he flew to the opposite end of the ring. The watching Saiyajins yelled
in excitement at the sight.
"It seems that your daughter has improved," Zanko commented to his group on the
balcony, "Trunks was able to do more with her then you could."
"Ah. . . . . . . ." Zaisan nodded since he had nothing better to say. However inside he was burning with anger. [How dare she challenge her future husband,] he thought furiously as he watched them fight again. [And that half breed mongrel. He will also pay for embarrassing me!]
Unknown to him, Bandeku observed him intently. Zanko was more than free to insult
Zaisan any time he felt like it. Trunks, however, was not so lucky. He knew that he had to keep a
close eye on this one. The ground shaking attracted his attention to the fight again, and he
watched. To Bandeku's, and apparently everyone else (Trunks included), surprise, Kinu was
powering up even more.
"Watch this, Trunks!" Kinu shouted with evil glee as she watched with satisfaction
Kokoro's stunned gaze.
"COLD SHOT!!!"
A blue aura suddenly exploded like a super nova and expanded to encompass the whole
ring. There was a stunned silence as it retracted quickly to a heavily panting Kinu. However to
everyone's shock, Kokoro was still standing.
"What the Hell was that?" Teppo asked incrediously as he looked on. "He didn't even get
hurt!" Trunks though, was giving out a different reaction.
"You tricky. . . . . . . .clever," he smirked.
"What!?! Kokoro wasn't even affected by it!" Teppo scoffed.
"Says you. Take a closer look," the Demi-Saiyan pointed to the other boy. The group as
well as the audience watched him. It slowly dawned upon them the results of her special attack.
"He's. . . . . . .he's paralyzed!" Zeri said in amazement. "Kokoro can't move a muscle."
"Hmm," Trunks folded his arms and nodded in approval. "Kinu, finish him off before he recovers."
"Hai!" she cackled with happiness as she saunteered over to her frozen foe. Walking right
in front of him with a Cheshire grin, she poked him on the shoulder. And Kokoro fell on the ground.
There was a mixed reaction from everyone there at the Arena. Most were shouting and hollering at her for the good fight. Some of her more closer relations were stunned at her vast improvement.
Zaisan was feeling slightly proud that his daughter had finally won a match. Nonetheless, it may prove to be their family's downfall. There was no telling how Zanko would take his son's beating.
As if on cue, the Saiyajin noble turned around to face Zaisan. And to his relief, he smirked.
[Maybe that will show the boy some humility,] Zanko thought as he walked off. [Perhaps
this Trunks will be of some use to the colony after all.]
"Come, Zaisan," he finaly said when he left his balcony. "My son can make his own way home later."
"Hai, Zanko-sama," the other warrior nodded in relief and fell in step with him. He was glad that he was still on the noble's good side. However, he was still angry that Trunks had the gall to teach his daughter.
[He must learn his place in this world,] he thought. [And I am just the person to teach him.]
In the area surrounding the ring was Trunks, Bandeku, and his old crew. Shira was on the opposite side, trying to help Kokoro stand up. Kinu still stood smirking on the ring, gloating over her victory. Needless to say, the other Saiyajin female was glaring daggers at her.
"I have to hand it to you, boy. I never knew you could work miracles with such rejects,"
Teppo commented as they watched the soap opera in front of them.
"Kinu is not a reject," Trunks replied defensively. "I never taught her that special move.
She must have made it up herself."
"Whatever," Teppo shrugged. "Well Zanko pissed off so that means no more official
fights. Too bad though. I was looking forward to kicking your ass."
"In your dreams," Trunks rolled his blue eyes.
"In any case, this feels like a good occasion as any to have some more Lomakjin ale. Hey
Trunks, maybe this time you can take it like a man!" Jeiron quipped.
His plan was modified however when Kinu unexpectedly glomped onto Trunks.
"Did you see me fight, Trunks!?! I told you that I could beat him," she smirked as she
clung to him. "Yes. . . . . . ." was all he was able to manage in his current predicament.
"Never mind, I think he's happy where he is. Come on guys, he can catch up with us later,"
Jeiron laughed. The team left without looking back.
Bandeku took a quick glance at Trunks though. This little public display of affection would
only land Trunks into hotter water with Zaisan. The ex-leader shrugged it off in a minute. If Zaisan
became an unbearable weight, he'd just kill him.
Back in the Arena, Trunks was still in a state of shock. It appeared like he had been hit
with Kinu's Cold Shot move, which in another sense, he was. Because of his bacjground, he had
minimal experience with girls, Saiyajin nonetheless. It seemed that his lack of female knowledge
would finally bite him in the ass, so to speak.
"Oi, Trunks, are you there?" Kinu gave him a few sharp slaps on the cheek.
"Eh? Oh, uh, yeah, sorry. That was a good fight indeed," he tried to regain control (or at
least motor control). "Where did you learn that move anyway?"
"I came up with it myself after a week after our training started. From then on, I perfected
it every day," she said proudly as she jumped off him.
Seeing Kinu's over abundance of good will to Trunks, Kokoro approached them in a jealous rage.
"That was a good fight, Kinu," he smiled as he suddenly stepped in front of the lavender-
haired boy. "You became really good."
"I know," she frowned at him. "I was trained by Trunks. Now if you'll excuse me, my
sensei and I have some things to discuss."
He blocked her move for Trunks' arm. "But I really want to talk about your new moves," he countered.
"If you're really that eager to see my new moves, I'll fight you here again anytime you want," Kinu resolutely said as she side-stepped him and stood beside her teacher. Now that she had moved, she noticed Shira looking at Trunks in a weird way. She instantly didn't like it.
[Damn her! Now she wants to get Trunks instead of Kokoro! Well over my dead body!]
Kinu scowled. "Come on, Trunks," she intentionally ignored the other Saiyan. "Let's go."
"Uh, yeah," he shrugged and walked with her out of the Arena.
At a small distance, Shira watched the pair go. Now things had just gotten worse with her
situation with Kinu. It was apparent that Kokoro was more attracted to her since her power
increased dramatically. And what was worse, she was publicly humiliating him more with the aid
of the mongrel, Trunks.
[I won't stand for it,] she seethed internally. [I WILL find a way to make both of you pay!]
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Author's Notes:
Sorry pplz for waiting so long! Let me tell you something, High School is NO walk in the park! I've missed writing for such a long time, but I've got some friends who likes to write fanfiction, in time they just might post it on fanfiction.net. Anyways, sometime ago I found this website and I thought you might wanna read what it has. Yes, I know Sayonara, Goodbye's on it too, but dbzvegeta316 has done a TON of a lot better than what I can hope to do with this story. *sigh* I'll never reach the writing skill dbzvegeta316 has, and I probably never will. Nonetheless, I'm gonna try to make Darkreign and Evangel proud!!! BUT, I WILL need your help on what should happen next. You know how the saying goes, (or does it?) you should always listen to a person's advice, it just might help you in the future.
Anywayz the website is:
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Hope you enjoy his version of the story so far!!! I certainly did!!!!!
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Sayonara, Goodbye (A New Beginning)
Chapter Eight
Kinu breathed rhythmically as she caught her breath. The two had just finished sparring, and she was displeased to note that her sensei had only broken a light sheen of sweat. Trunks stood on the other side of the field, patiently waiting for her to resume the fight. He watched her dispassionately as she observed him in return.
"You'd have lost by now if this was a real fight," he said casually.
That got her. [That arrogant bastard. I'll show him. . . .] she fumed.
Gathering her strength she suddenly charged at him and did some roundhouse punches.
As she expected he dodged all of them easily.
[Heh he he, now to implement my plan!]
When he had a clear view of her, Kinu flashed him an unexpected flirtatious grin.
[Nani?!] he unconsciously blushed.
Seeing his hesitation, she quickly took advantage of the opening and gave him a solid punch to the stomach. "Oroooo," he doubled over. Kinu finished it off by clasping her hands together and hammering his back.
The Semi-Saiyan faltered a bit before falling unceremoniously on his derriere. He scowled at her, and his frown grew deeper as he saw her 'innocent' smile. [Damn manipulative female! Now I know how Otousan felt,] he got up as he tried to salvage any dignity left.
"That's enough for today," he glared at her.
"Why? It was just getting good," she complained.
"We've been training for four months already and you've improved a lot," he replied
gruffly as he began to walk away.
"Really?' Kinu asked a bit unsurely. "I still can't match you!"
[And you never will!] Trunks chuckled internally.
"Trunks!" she shouted. It was spoken to sound harsh, but the lavender-haired youth could
hear the doubt in it.
"Kinu," he said tenderly as he turned around to face her, "you've gotten powerful over
these past months. You're stronger, faster, and have more control over your ki. I've fulfilled your
wish of raising your old power level. I think. . . no . . .I know that you're ready."
"So no more sparring?" she asked slightly disappointed.
"We can fight whenever you want," he laughed at her. "Anyway," he said boldly, "I'm sure
you're good enough to beat Kokoro now!"
"Honto!?!" she visibly perked up.
[Doh! Me and my big mouth!] Trunks sweat dropped. [Open mouth, insert foot.]
"Umm. . . well by that I mean. . . ." he tried to explain without hurting her feelings.
"Perfect. That means I can go ahead with my challange!" Kinu clasped her hand happily.
"Wha-?" Trunks stared at her. "I was going to tell you at the end of the day, but since you said
training is over I might as well say it now. Yesterday evening after our spar, I went to the Arena
and challenged Kokoro to a battle!"
"Ano. . . ." Trunks stated nervously. [Well buddy boy, you really screwed up big time,] he
sarcastically told himself. "Umm. . . are you sure you're up to this?"
"Of course I am! What, are you saying that I can't defeat him?" she accompanied the hot
reply with a disagree-with-me-and-I'll-kill-you look.
"No no no!!!" he sweat dropped profusely and held up his hands in defense. "I'm sure you
are quite capable of fighting him. Go right ahead with my blessings."
"Hn," she nodded approvingly. "I'll see you at the Arena tomorrow at noon." Without waiting
for a reply, she flew off.
"Oh crap," Trunks sighed heavily. "She definitely has a fighting spirit, but needs to work
more." Sighing again in utter defeat, he flew off towards his home.
"So," Bandeku turned away from the fire as soon as Trunks walked in, "how is the training going?"
His facial expression and tone was neutral, but the Semi-Saiyan could see the amused glint
in his black eyes. "Fine," the unknown Prince mumbled as he walked towards his bed. "Kinu decided
to challenge Kokoro tomorrow afternoon."
"I know," the older hermit said lightly.
"You did!?! How?"
"She challenged him publicly in the Arena yesterday night. Everyone heard her talking. I must say Kokoro was reluctant at first, but after a few taunts he accepted," Bandeku observed Trunks carefully.
"Wonderful," the lavender haired youth let himself fall on the futon, narrowly keeping his
head from bonking on the wall.
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The sun shone brightly the next day as people flocked to the Arena. Fights were already underway and the crowd cheered enthusiastically, more for the fighting than for the combatants. Trunks and Bandeku had already been there since the morning specifically for Kinu's battle. A little later on Bandeku's old team had arrived, for better or for worse.
"So Zaisan's whelp has finally gotten the nerve to challenge someone, Kokoro of all people! She doesn't have a chance!" Teppo cried good-naturedly. Nothing put him in better spirits than the prospect of a fight. "Hey halfling, maybe I'll challenge you right now so we can brawl tomorrow."
"If you want to lose again," Trunks shrugged nonchalantly, only half-listening. He was still
anxious about Kinu's match.
"WHAT!!!" Teppo shouted and put him in a head-lock as the others laughed.
From a balcony directly over them, Bandeku smirked. Zanko caught the smile and thought
for a moment.
"What can you tell me about this half-Saiyajin? He's been here for almost a year, yet I don't
know much about him," the Saiyan noble finally spoke. "Yes, you should know. He has been your ward for the whole time he's been here," Zaisan seconded Zanko's question.
[What a boot-licking mongrel you are,] Bandeku looked at the bald man. [Do you know
the only reason Zanko keeps you around is to stroke his pride? How pathetic.] The hermit was
tempted to reveal Trunks' royal lineage, just to see their shocked expressions, but he remembered
his promise and thought no more of it. Anyway another idea had crossed his mind.
"He is a talented fighter," Bandeku began smoothly. "He even trained your daughter, Zaisan. I hear that she has improved a lot."
*ACHOOO* Trunks sneezed. [Gee, I wonder if someone is talking about me.]
He looked up to see Bandeku smiling cockily, Zanko with his usual scowl, and another
man who looked furious. They were all staring at him. [Look away slowly,] Trunks sweat dropped. Wanting to seem casual, Trunks started a conversation.
"Hey Jeiron," he began. "Is it true that a. . . . Hebi-jin spy, I think, was captured recently?"
"Oh, that," the most easy-going of the group nodded. "Yeah, we spent most of the meeting
making him talk but we finally got bored and killed him." [Yeesh, that would have been helpful at P.T.A. meetings,] Trunks grinned. "So what did he say?"
"Oh the usual lines. Please don't kill me, I can be useful to you, ahhhh, the pain," Zeri answered as he watched the current match. "Hebi-jin are adept at hiding, but they never had the stomach for torture."
"Aherm .........I see," Trunks nodded slowly. "What about that transmitter you found on him?"
"Zanko kept it for a while but since no one could figure out how it worked he destroyed it,"
Jeiron laughed. "The machine was useless anyway."
"Hmm, what a shame. I could probably have figured it out," Trunks frowned.
"Oh ho, so you're a scientist on top of a warior, eh? Aren't you full of suprises," Jeiron exclaimed.
"Quiet, I'm watching the battle," Teppo snapped.
"What we could tell from it was that it was an intergalactic transmission device. This could
be trouble for the colony," Zeri mused. "Ughwaaa. . . . . ." one of the combatants cried as he was knocked out of the ring. He whizzed past and collided with several rows of seats. The crowd went wild as the winner raised an arm in victory.
"Well that match's done. It's time for Kokoro's and Kinu's," Teppo commented, somewhat
pacified after seeing the bloody match. "I hope it's as good as this one was."
[I don't,] Trunks frowned as he folded his arms in unconscious imitation of his father.
[Watch yourself, Kinu.]
The spectators roared as the two new fighters stepped onto the ring. They faced each
other, one wearing a cocky smile, the other scowling.
"Are you sure you want to go through with this? I wouldn't want to beat you too badly and
embarrass you again," Kokoro said as he stood and frowned.
"I won't be the one being embarrassed today, baka yaro," her smile never faded as she
began doing a few extra warm-ups.
"Kick her ass, Kokoro!" a voice shouted nearby. Both turned to its owner.
[Uck, it's that bitch Shira,] Kinu's happy face finally disappeared.
The taller female had auburn hair, black eyes, and a tail. She made it no secret that she
desired Kokoro's attentions. It was also well known that Shira was better at fighting then Kinu.
[But that was then. This time, I will win!] Kinu turned away to face her opponent. "Oi,
enough of this. Are you going to stare at her all day or fight?"
Kokoro's eyes flashed as he faced her again.
"I gave you the chance to retreat, but you refused. Very well," he went to a combat crouch.
"But don't get all hissy if I beat you again."
"Hmphf," was her response as she went to her own stance. The crowd became quiet as
they waited for the signal.
"Begin!" Zanko shouted from his balcony.
The two pitched themselves at each other, the same time as the spectators began shouting
again. They blurred from normal vision, and the only indication that they were still there was the
boom of flesh hitting flesh.
[You can do it,] Trunks said as his blue eyes followed them. Bandeku's team also did the same as they monitored the fight. After a few minutes of non-stop fighting, Kokoro re-appeared and Kinu did so a second later. Cupping his hands, he let out a short ki blast which she neatly avoided.
"You have to do better then that," she shouted.
"I know," he said from behind as he hammered her back. The blow knocked her out of the
air and sent her sprawling on the ground.
"She should have seen that one coming," Teppo shook his head but he was smiling.
"Don't count her out yet," Trunks growled, but internally he was worried. [Damn, what if
my training has made her over-confident? She's underestimated Kokoro's abilities.] He made a
mental note to try and beat some humility into her next time they fought.
Deciding to finish it quickly, the Saiyajin noble aimed several ki blasts at the crater that
held Kinu. They all hit the target, one after the other in a merciless barrage of heat and energy.
"That's it, she's done for," Jeiron sighed as he watched the smoke start to clear away.
"No, not yet," Trunks smiled. The others wondered what he was talking about, then
noticed that there was no one in the hole.
"An eye for an eye," Kinu's cold voice said as she hammered Kokoro in return. He
whistled to the ground and made another crater opposite Kinu's.
"Hmm, maybe this won't be that lame after all," Teppo muttered as Kinu landed near Kokoro.
He slowly levitated out and came back onto the ground.
"Now I'm mad," he growled. Crouching, he started to scream and collect energy. A white
aura flamed around him accompanied by an unnatural wind.
"Haaaaaaaaaaaaa. . . . . . . ." he bellowed as he made the white flames burn brighter. Kinu
covered her face with an arm in stunned silence.
[Oh shit,] she thought as she felt his ki. [I made him really mad!]
There was no futher time to contemplate her position as he suddenly disbanded his aura
and charged at her. She had to think fast to block all the blows he was raining on her body.
[Two can play this game,] her eyes narrowed as she broke off. Quickly she launched
herself at him and picked up the pace of her attacks. Kokoro still managed to deflect all her
punches and kicks, but he was surprised at their increased power.
[She was never this strong before,] he frowned as he avoided an upper cut. Putting on an
unexpected burst of speed, she started to rapidly punch his stomach. Kinu ended it off with a
severe punch to his gut, making him lose his breath.
"Agghhh," he said as he flew to the opposite end of the ring. The watching Saiyajins yelled
in excitement at the sight.
"It seems that your daughter has improved," Zanko commented to his group on the
balcony, "Trunks was able to do more with her then you could."
"Ah. . . . . . . ." Zaisan nodded since he had nothing better to say. However inside he was burning with anger. [How dare she challenge her future husband,] he thought furiously as he watched them fight again. [And that half breed mongrel. He will also pay for embarrassing me!]
Unknown to him, Bandeku observed him intently. Zanko was more than free to insult
Zaisan any time he felt like it. Trunks, however, was not so lucky. He knew that he had to keep a
close eye on this one. The ground shaking attracted his attention to the fight again, and he
watched. To Bandeku's, and apparently everyone else (Trunks included), surprise, Kinu was
powering up even more.
"Watch this, Trunks!" Kinu shouted with evil glee as she watched with satisfaction
Kokoro's stunned gaze.
"COLD SHOT!!!"
A blue aura suddenly exploded like a super nova and expanded to encompass the whole
ring. There was a stunned silence as it retracted quickly to a heavily panting Kinu. However to
everyone's shock, Kokoro was still standing.
"What the Hell was that?" Teppo asked incrediously as he looked on. "He didn't even get
hurt!" Trunks though, was giving out a different reaction.
"You tricky. . . . . . . .clever," he smirked.
"What!?! Kokoro wasn't even affected by it!" Teppo scoffed.
"Says you. Take a closer look," the Demi-Saiyan pointed to the other boy. The group as
well as the audience watched him. It slowly dawned upon them the results of her special attack.
"He's. . . . . . .he's paralyzed!" Zeri said in amazement. "Kokoro can't move a muscle."
"Hmm," Trunks folded his arms and nodded in approval. "Kinu, finish him off before he recovers."
"Hai!" she cackled with happiness as she saunteered over to her frozen foe. Walking right
in front of him with a Cheshire grin, she poked him on the shoulder. And Kokoro fell on the ground.
There was a mixed reaction from everyone there at the Arena. Most were shouting and hollering at her for the good fight. Some of her more closer relations were stunned at her vast improvement.
Zaisan was feeling slightly proud that his daughter had finally won a match. Nonetheless, it may prove to be their family's downfall. There was no telling how Zanko would take his son's beating.
As if on cue, the Saiyajin noble turned around to face Zaisan. And to his relief, he smirked.
[Maybe that will show the boy some humility,] Zanko thought as he walked off. [Perhaps
this Trunks will be of some use to the colony after all.]
"Come, Zaisan," he finaly said when he left his balcony. "My son can make his own way home later."
"Hai, Zanko-sama," the other warrior nodded in relief and fell in step with him. He was glad that he was still on the noble's good side. However, he was still angry that Trunks had the gall to teach his daughter.
[He must learn his place in this world,] he thought. [And I am just the person to teach him.]
In the area surrounding the ring was Trunks, Bandeku, and his old crew. Shira was on the opposite side, trying to help Kokoro stand up. Kinu still stood smirking on the ring, gloating over her victory. Needless to say, the other Saiyajin female was glaring daggers at her.
"I have to hand it to you, boy. I never knew you could work miracles with such rejects,"
Teppo commented as they watched the soap opera in front of them.
"Kinu is not a reject," Trunks replied defensively. "I never taught her that special move.
She must have made it up herself."
"Whatever," Teppo shrugged. "Well Zanko pissed off so that means no more official
fights. Too bad though. I was looking forward to kicking your ass."
"In your dreams," Trunks rolled his blue eyes.
"In any case, this feels like a good occasion as any to have some more Lomakjin ale. Hey
Trunks, maybe this time you can take it like a man!" Jeiron quipped.
His plan was modified however when Kinu unexpectedly glomped onto Trunks.
"Did you see me fight, Trunks!?! I told you that I could beat him," she smirked as she
clung to him. "Yes. . . . . . ." was all he was able to manage in his current predicament.
"Never mind, I think he's happy where he is. Come on guys, he can catch up with us later,"
Jeiron laughed. The team left without looking back.
Bandeku took a quick glance at Trunks though. This little public display of affection would
only land Trunks into hotter water with Zaisan. The ex-leader shrugged it off in a minute. If Zaisan
became an unbearable weight, he'd just kill him.
Back in the Arena, Trunks was still in a state of shock. It appeared like he had been hit
with Kinu's Cold Shot move, which in another sense, he was. Because of his bacjground, he had
minimal experience with girls, Saiyajin nonetheless. It seemed that his lack of female knowledge
would finally bite him in the ass, so to speak.
"Oi, Trunks, are you there?" Kinu gave him a few sharp slaps on the cheek.
"Eh? Oh, uh, yeah, sorry. That was a good fight indeed," he tried to regain control (or at
least motor control). "Where did you learn that move anyway?"
"I came up with it myself after a week after our training started. From then on, I perfected
it every day," she said proudly as she jumped off him.
Seeing Kinu's over abundance of good will to Trunks, Kokoro approached them in a jealous rage.
"That was a good fight, Kinu," he smiled as he suddenly stepped in front of the lavender-
haired boy. "You became really good."
"I know," she frowned at him. "I was trained by Trunks. Now if you'll excuse me, my
sensei and I have some things to discuss."
He blocked her move for Trunks' arm. "But I really want to talk about your new moves," he countered.
"If you're really that eager to see my new moves, I'll fight you here again anytime you want," Kinu resolutely said as she side-stepped him and stood beside her teacher. Now that she had moved, she noticed Shira looking at Trunks in a weird way. She instantly didn't like it.
[Damn her! Now she wants to get Trunks instead of Kokoro! Well over my dead body!]
Kinu scowled. "Come on, Trunks," she intentionally ignored the other Saiyan. "Let's go."
"Uh, yeah," he shrugged and walked with her out of the Arena.
At a small distance, Shira watched the pair go. Now things had just gotten worse with her
situation with Kinu. It was apparent that Kokoro was more attracted to her since her power
increased dramatically. And what was worse, she was publicly humiliating him more with the aid
of the mongrel, Trunks.
[I won't stand for it,] she seethed internally. [I WILL find a way to make both of you pay!]
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Author's Notes:
Sorry pplz for waiting so long! Let me tell you something, High School is NO walk in the park! I've missed writing for such a long time, but I've got some friends who likes to write fanfiction, in time they just might post it on fanfiction.net. Anyways, sometime ago I found this website and I thought you might wanna read what it has. Yes, I know Sayonara, Goodbye's on it too, but dbzvegeta316 has done a TON of a lot better than what I can hope to do with this story. *sigh* I'll never reach the writing skill dbzvegeta316 has, and I probably never will. Nonetheless, I'm gonna try to make Darkreign and Evangel proud!!! BUT, I WILL need your help on what should happen next. You know how the saying goes, (or does it?) you should always listen to a person's advice, it just might help you in the future.
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http://www.geocities.com/dbzvegeta316/
Hope you enjoy his version of the story so far!!! I certainly did!!!!!