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Shasti: Thanks a lot to Little Princess for reviewing, unfortunately, I won't be able to write chapt 12 for quite a while, but I'm looking forward to it!
To Erica: I guess I just want to hear others' opinions, and I dun get offended that easily... Well, I hope I can write Chapt 12 soon but I'm a bit tied up in HMW right now... So tired... Thanks for reviewing on this story even thou you've read it be4!
Shasti: Read plez!
Chapter Seven- Training"Are you going to train in that?"
Trunks eyed the princess thoroughly. She was wearing a red top and tight jeans and black boots. Her long hair hung loose in her face.
"So, what does mister 'I know it all' think I should wear for training then?"
Bra opened her closet and looked at Trunks in excitement, nodding for him to pick some clothes. Trunks walked up to the walk in closet. His eyes grew wide as he looked at the huge contains. He had never seen so many clothes together. So many different dresses, pants, shirts and shoes, socks and anything you could think of was in there. And he thought his mother had been addicted. Trunks looked trough the clothes carefully, touching as little as possible. The top was okay, but the jeans and shoes had to go. Finally, way in the back, he found what he was looking for. A loose pair of pants and some old gym shoes. He took out the clothes and put them down on a chair.
Bra looked at the clothes and then at him in disbelieve. "What? There's no way in hell I'm going to wear THAT!" she said in disgust. "Those clothes are like a HUNDRED years old! And I hate them too!"
Trunks sighed and looked at the stubborn princess. "If you want to train properly, you'll have to start with a loose and comfortable outfit. And THAT is the only thing I could find in there that suits that description." She narrowed her eyes on him, but he continued. "Besides, I thought you were planning on letting no-one see you."
"So?"
"So what does it matter what you wear?"
"You see me." She glared at him.
"I'm just a slave, your highness. Why should you care about my opinion?"
"I DON'T!" Bra thought for a moment and then sighed. "FINE! I'll wear this. But I'll dress there. I don't want to risk walking in to anyone on our way wearing THAT. And not a WORD to anyone, got it?"
Trunks nodded. "As you wish, your highness."
"Good." Bra took a bag and put the pants and shoes in it. "Since I'm going to change there anyway, I might just as well dress in something else first for on our way there. Go to your room and get ready, I'll call you when I'm done."
Trunks bowed and sighed. 'Women,' he thought 'What is it with them and clothes.' He shrugged and walked to the door but turned around. "Your highness, one more thing."
"What!"
"You might want to tie your hair in a ponytail or something."
Bra let out a frustrated sigh. "FINE NOW LEAVE!"
Trunks sat in his room, waiting for the princess to call him. He already wore the right clothes for training, Dark green loose pants and a matching dark green sleeveless shirt. He wore a red band around his waist and around each pulse too.
A few minutes later the intercom beeped and Bra's voice said she was ready to go. She sounded pretty excited, as she had been the entire time. Trunks walked up to her room. She was waiting by her door, dressed in a green dress now, with a bag in her hand. Trunks sighed mentally. He was not looking forward to this at all. This was going to be one bad day. He'd just have to make the best of it by looking it from the bright side. Maybe somewhere in the near future, he could finally get some real work out done here. And besides, it wasn't every day that you got the chance to beat up a royalty.
"One more thing, Trunks." Bra said as she saw him. "In the training room you may teach me, but outside I'm in charge. You'd better make sure that's clear to you, understand?"
"Yes, your highness."
"Good. Let's go."
They walked towards the training chambers and snuck past the guards there. Not that that was very hard or anything. Bra had booked one of the chambers anonymously with the note that no one was to disturb whoever was in that chamber. She'd sent Sissy out today and told her mother she and Trunks went with her. She wanted to make sure no-one found out. When they came to the dressing room Bra ordered Trunks out. Trunks walked into the training aria and took a look around. On the back wall of the chamber stood a computer. Trunks decided to check it out. Trunks was amazed by the special abilities this computer had, higher gravity, lower pressure, different atmospheres and a lot more. He thought this planet was far behind with it's technology. Either they caught up real quickly or the technology in the universe was far more advanced than Trunks thought. But then again, this WAS a royal training chamber. Perhaps they just bought this.
Bra was still not done. Trunks decided to start with a little warm-up to wait for her. Not that he'd need it today, by the way she fought, it was going to take her awhile before she could make him break a sweat.
Finally she came out of the dressing room. "Done!" She walked up to Trunks "Let's begin. What's the first thing I need to know?"
"Start with a warm-up."
"What? No way!" Trunks looked up from his warm-up. "I'm the princess, I don't do warm-ups. I don't need them and besides, I might even get tired!"
'What the...' Trunks growled inwardly. That attitude of hers got him into trouble before. So instead he rolled his eyes so that she couldn't see it. "Fine," Trunks shrugged "if you want to be sore in the morning and stay in your room all day, trying to hide it from everybody else, it's your decision."
Bra suddenly didn't look so confident anymore. "But, this is supposed to be self defence, right? Than how could I get sore?"
"Well, first of all you're going to use your muscles in a way you hardly ever used them before. That's one of the many reasons to stretch."
"Okay... How do I stretch?"
"Just do what I do." Trunks started jogging on his place, doing a few simple exercises with it. Bra copied his moves.
"Okay, and now the stretching. Put one arm over your head like this, and bend to the right. Stretch your other arm in front of your body."
"Like this?" Bra tried to do what Trunks did, feeling like a total idiot. Trunks came up from his pose, as did Bra.
"No, you stay that way." Bra took the same pose again and Trunks walked up behind her. She felt how his hands softly grabbed her waist. She shivered a little as his hands touched her skin. Gently he forced her to bend down a little further. Then her grabbed the arm in front of her body and pulled it a little. She could feel his warm and steady breath in her neck. "There, do you feel that?"
"Yes."
He let go of her and walked in front of her again. "Now the other side." Bra, secretly disappointed that he wasn't behind her anymore, did as he told her to. They did a few more stretch exercises before Trunks announced she should be ready by now.
"Okay, let's see what you can do." He took his position. "Try to hit me." Bra paused a moment, not exactly knowing what to do. "Come on, attack me." Trunks motioned for her to attack. "I'm not going to hit back yet."
"Wait!" she said. "Aren't you going to give me a performance of what I'm going to learn?"
Trunks got up. "Why?"
"Well, I just made a complete fool out of myself and I want to know why I did that."
"You did it because you wanted to learn how to fight. And besides, you weren't that bad." Bra raised her eyebrow. Trunks sighed. "Alright, here's the deal. We train now and afterwards I'll give you a little 'performance', okay?"
"Okay."
Trunks got back in his stance again. "Now attack me."
Bra attacked him head on and Trunks dodged her body, causing her to land on the floor a little behind him. Determined not to loose she got up again, now attacking more effectively. Trunks dodged and blocked all of her moves easily. She clearly had never trained before. After a few hits he suddenly drew up his knee a little bit, making it connect with her stomach. It wasn't a hard blow, but it caught her off guard and caused her to double over. Trunks stepped back, giving her some space.
"HEY! Why did you do that! You said you weren't going to attack me!"
Trunks smirked as he walked to her. He brought his head to her ear and whispered. "First lesson. Never trust your opponent." Then he stood up, offering her his hand which she refused to take. She stood straight again and narrowed her eyes on him. But before she could attack again he told her he knew enough.
"Now show me your fighting stance." Bra placed her left foot a little forward and held her clenched fists up. Her face was all serious. Trunks walked around her once checking her stance. "Don't put so much pressure on your fist, it only costs energy. Loosen it up a little and try to relax some more." She let go of the pressure in her fists and her face seemed to relax some more as well. He grabbed her elbows and pushed them inwards. "Your lower arms must protect your chest and your hands protect your head." He walked behind her and grabbed her waist again, turning her body slightly. "Make the distance between you and your opponent bigger and make the aria where he can hit you smaller."
"Like this?"
He looked at her from the front again and nodded. "Keep that position in mind, remember how it feels so that next time you can go to it immediately." He gave her a moment to feel the stance before he told her to get up straight again and shake her arms and legs loose. "Now go back to your stance, remember what it felt like."
Bra leaned back in the position she was in before.
"Don't bend down too much, you don't want your opponent to think you're scared. And always remember your balance."
Bra changed her stance a little.
"Yes, that's more like it." Bra got up again. "Okay, that's enough for today."
"Already? I thought you were going to teach me how to kick and all the cool stuff."
Everything needs it's time, princess. Besides, you said we had an hour and that's almost past." Bra glanced at the clock and saw he was right. She must've been trying to hit him much longer than she thought. She looked down a little disappointed "Now sit down."
She looked at him with confusion. "Why?"
"Well, I thought you wanted me to do a little performance, right?"
"Oh, right!" She almost forgot about that. Quickly she sat down as Trunks walked up to the middle of the room. He concentrated a moment, checking how far he could go. If it weren't for that damned collar he could do a whole lot more. Oh, well. He'd just have to take it this way. He started kicking and punching sa if he was fighting some invisible opponents.
Bra couldn't take her eyes of him. The way he moved, how he used his muscles. That outfit really made it complete. He looked so concentrated and relaxed and hard and cute and... Cute? No way! She didn't just think that! He was a SLAVE for God's sake. And what did her father and everybody else tell her about slaves? He was a low-level, a worm!
It must've been the way he touched her so gently, when she felt his breath in her neck she wished she could just close her eyes and hold on to that moment forever. 'Snap out of it Bra!' she told herself. Damn him! He was playing games with her mind! He must've been!
Suddenly she realised he'd stopped his performance and was looking at her now. She blinked as she looked back into his blue eyes.
"Ready to go, princess?"
She nodded as she got up. "Yeah, I'll just go and change first, I'll shower in my room."
He nodded
Now why did she tell him that? It's not like it was any of his business where she showered.