Chapter 13
"So what are your long term goals?" Massacre asked Trunks.
Trunks looked at the ground as he sat on the bench behind the lookout mansion.
"Um, I haven't really thought about it much," he said, "I was thinking of just staying in the family business and helping with my Grandpa's research on inventions."
Massacre looked at him. She liked brainy guys, especially cute ones.
"That's rather nice. So do you work with your family often then?" She asked.
He glanced at her and then glanced back down at the ground.
"Do you mean this? Or are you talking about the whole family business thing back home?" He asked.
Massacre shot him a look of confusion.
"You mean to tell me this happens often?"
Trunks blushed. He tried to hide his embarrassment but couldn't do it so well.
"Well to be blunt, yea it does. More so that I have a lot of memories of it. I don't think my life has ever been normal in the regular world sort of way." He was starting to get annoyed at the whole obsession with the current events.
"So how did you end up becoming the Avatar of Massacre? Or is that out of my reach?" Trunks sounded like that was supposed to be sarcastic.
Massacre wasn't sure how to take the last comment. But it sounded a little on the sarcastic side.
"I'm not sure if you want me to fully answer that. I don't think you could fathom the whole specter of it." She said sarcastically back.
Trunks looked at her in insult.
"I'm not your regular Joe you know. I am a neo-physicist, I do believe that I have a good concept of how things work." He retorted.
"Yea well you sure don't seem to understand the fact that I'm an avatar."
Trunks started to get annoyed.
"Well at least I got enough intelligence to realize you aren't alive!" Trunks wasn't sure if that last comment was meant to insult her or convince himself.
He decided it was both.
"Well sorry, if my being dead is a damper on your hormones," she said, "I guess that you won't be kissing me in the near future now will you?"
Trunks stood up and glared at her.
"Why would I?" He asked, "I mean wouldn't that just be against your ethics? Kissing the good guy?"
Massacre stood up as well and then kissed him.
Trunks looked on in confusion and then backed away.
"What is my kiss that much of an offense to you Trunks?" She asked angrily.
Trunks threw his hands up and stormed off.
"If you're going to be rude about it then YES!" He shouted as he left to go find the others
Massacre stood there shocked, she had never been so insulted in her life. She brushed herself off and then decided out of sheer anger that they didn't need her anymore and with a puff of smoke she was gone. But only for a short while. She was coming back whether she wanted it or not. Someone else was making sure of that one.
Meanwhile, Piccolo was concentrating on the battle at hand when he noticed that Vegeta had powered down quickly. Was Vegeta that relaxed that he would drop his guard? The situation down there seemed more dire than Piccolo could imagine. But then again he could have been wrong. Piccolo was wishing that he was wrong.
Meanwhile, Massacre went back to her home in Purgatory. She flung open the door and threw her sword down on the ground. She then proceeded to walk into the kitchen, and grab an ice pack for the migraine she had inflicted on herself on the way here. There were too many things going through her mind. The most pathetic was of how she felt about Trunks after only meeting him for a few seconds. This was bad, she was not supposed to be able to fall in love. She was an Avatar for Christ's sake! But none of this changed how she was starting to feel toward him. She loved how he looked, and the sound of his voice. And the apparent connection they had right away somehow felt right. As if it were meant to be. She was going to have to find her conscience and beat the ever living shit out of him.
"Hard day Massacre?" Nate grunted as he came in from the living room.
Nate hadn't worked in a while, apparently Death wanted to keep things going normal for a while, and told Nate he had a few years off. That didn't stop Nate from having a little bit of fun though on his days off. So far he had started a fire that killed 28 people, caused a dog and a cat to end up stuck in a tree for 11 days, and accidentally killed the pope. He was ashamed of the latter.
"Gee is it that obvious, or do I need to make you a sign attached to my forehead?" Massacre yelled.
Nate looked at her quizzically and then decided that it was best left to Acid Rain.
"Hey, Rain?" Nate yelled upstairs. "You might want to come down and console Mrs. Pissy down here."
Acid Rain came rushing down the stairs, apparently she had been expecting Massacre. She ran into the kitchen and flung her arms around Massacre, and ran her fingers through her hair. Massacre broke down, she started to sob, she hadn't done that in centuries.
"My god Massacre," Acid Rain said soothingly, "what happened?"
Massacre cleared her throat and wiped the tears out of her eyes. Nate seen how serious it was and sat down in the next available chair.
"Yea old girl," he said, "tell us what's wrong. We're here for you."
Nate put a hand on her shoulder and looked at her with a look of concern. Massacre stood up and grabbed a bottle of milk. Even sat back down and drank it straight from the bottle. Normally she would have yelled at Nate for doing that but at the moment it didn't matter.
"I'm sorry for having to unload like this guys," Massacre sighed, "but I just met this seemingly incredible guy. And well I think I may have ruined the whole thing by being bras and uncouth."
"Nice word usage," Acid Rain interrupted.
Massacre smiled, "Thanks, I like to keep up on my vocabulary."
Nate laughed and patted Massacre on the back.
"No, I mean I really did piss him off. I even kissed him for Christ's sake and then pissed him off even worse." Massacre tried to hold back sobbing.
"Well then why did you kiss him?" Acid rain asked.
"I don't know," Massacre flung out a hand, "I just felt like kissing him, like it was something I had to do, to see if something felt right. And, oh, did it feel right guys."
Massacre got a sort of grin on her face.
"Well if it was that good of a kiss then why did you piss him off?" Nate asked
"I'm not sure, I think I just did it because I was frustrated." She responded.
"Wait," Rain interrupted again, "aren't you not supposed to be able to fall in love?"
"That is what I thought too, but apparently its not a true statement. Because just after one look at the guy it was like one of those sappy romance novels. I mean it was literally love at first sight. It was rather sappy and disgusting, yet warm and nice all at the same time."
Massacre buried her face in her arms. "I don't know what to do anymore guys."
Acid Rain sat up and then looked at Massacre for a long moment. She looked like she was assessing the whole situation. Even though she didn't have much info to go on, it sure seemed like she knew what the answer was.
"Why don't you just apologize and try to make things right between you two? I mean you don't get a feeling like that about someone too often." Rain pointed out.
Nate bobbed his head in agreement.
"I mean he can't be that mad at you Massacre, after all, your pretty irresistible when you put your mind to it. Go on, go get that man, you deserve to be happy now and then." Nate said with enthusiasm.
