X.../...sings---> I do nooooot own any part of DBZ but Creeda is my character! YEEEES! (Yes I am strange, proud of it too! XD).../...X
"Oh... so this is your home?" I ask as Trunks puts the ship in the back shed. He glances to me and straitens up and brushing off his hands onto his baggy pants. "Um, yeah, don't you like it?" Trunks asks trying to seem interested, but clearly not giving a stuff about what I think. I stare at the igloo shaped house in silence for a few seconds then do a shrug. "No, it's great, I'm just... a little curious." I say pausing part way through my sentence just out of slight hesitation.
Trunks looks to me suddenly interested. Well, at least curious. "About what?" He questions perking an eyebrow and walking towards me. I lover my gaze to the ground and cross my arms shaking my head a little. "Nothing really I guess. I'm just pondering, 'why was your house not destroyed, but the rest of the city is a, um, wreck?' I mean, great for you surviving but it just teases my brain to not know the answer." I say kicking up a little of the dried out turf on the law, then trying desperately to fix it before Trunks sees. /...I glance up to Trunks to see if he noticed and to my shock he's staring at my foot not looking to care at all.
"I see. Well, that's cause we're not actually in the city, where on the outskirts and the androids seem to only attack cities... though, I'm sure soon farms or outskirts will be next to go." Trunks says in his usual depressive and serious tone. I grunt and screw up my nose looking up to Trunks glaring. It's not directed at him, he's just in the direction I face.
"Well that stinks! Not that you're alive... the fact how evil the androids are... man, what a bummer. Shit! I wish we could do something!" I say clenching my fists tight in front of me and slightly squatting, hair raising a little. My tail's hairs stick up in fury as it whips the air aggressively. "Grrr! Those androids are real jerks... it's time they paid and experienced there own death!" I say teeth bared and eyes shut tight. Trunks opens his mouth to speak, raising a hand to the air with his index finger raised, but before he can say a word I take off flying "NO! CREEDA! GET BACK HERE!"
I feel the wind wisping past my hair. I growl to myself, only really able to guess where the androids may be. But, if I know low lives... which I do, they'll be in some dark miserable place they call a home. That or terrorizing a city. It may take me days, but I will hunt them down
"Creeda! Stop! You can't go after them!" Trunks yells from behind me. I glance over my shoulder and shoot Trunks a glare before concentrating on the rage within to get myself to power up and go faster. My fists are clenched at my side, my feet strait and close together so I basically speed like a rocket. But Trunks isn't fazed, he has some tricks up his sleeve also.
I feel myself halted, my movement stops and there is a rather tight pressure around my ankle. I try hard to speed up or at least move again, but I'm not going anywhere.
Glancing over my shoulder I see Trunks, hair spiked and yellow a tight grasp around my ankles. Snarling I show my teeth. 'What is this guy playing at? One second he wants me gone, the next he's stopping me from leaving' I grit my teeth and whip my tail angrily. "OI! Trunks you jerk! What are you playing at? You wanted me gone a second ago!" I yell pulling my legs with sudden heaves to try and break free, but having no effect. Trunks looks slightly mad, but more determined as such. He shakes his head a few times. "I will not let you throw your life away!" Trunks says.
More squirming on my behalf as I send Trunks a mad death stare attempting to wack him in the face with my tail, but having no effect. I growl deep in my throat and bare my fangs. "What I do with my life is none of your business." I grunt. Trunks snarls and gives me a hard yank sending me flying back into his ready arms so he takes me into a bear hug. "It is while I'm around. No one, and I repeat, no one, dies for no reason, no matter who they are!" Trunks informs me face close to mine. I squirm some more, seeing I'm getting no where I look to him, glaring daggers at him.
"I despise you! You and your good hearted ways... grr! You call yourself a saiyan! I SPIT ON YOU!... if I could, I'm a little too jammed now..." I say squirming some more. A smile tickles the side of Trunks' mouth making a crooked smirk. "You know, you're a funny girl, I mean saiyan." Trunks smiles loosely. I stop squirming and hang loose in his arms a second and then start muttering in what he would call gibberish. But it's not.
"Saluka, mora ma bar ecano suro hanso saya!" I grunt under my breath crossing my arms. Trunks looks a little confused and does a nervous smile and perks a very confused eyebrow. "What did you just say?" He questions voice a little shaky. I look at him over my shoulder and do a bit of a snarl. "I said 'HEYA, watch where you put your hands saiyan!'" I growl. It's now Trunks notices one of his hands is on my chest. He blushes and flares back moving his hands down so it doesn't look so 'perverted'. "Thank you!" I say attitude and annoyance in my voice.
"No problem, now are you going to come home with me, or shall I drag you?" He asks in a very friendly teasing way. I grunt again and shoot him a quick, careless glance. "No, please, do drag me away. I'll just stay in your arms yelling, swearing and saying stuff such as 'you muscle bound jerk release me, RAPE!' or 'I hate you! I hate you! I hate you! Put me down' Ok, fly away at will and I'll start with my tantrum." I inform the now snickering Trunks.
He nods his heads a few times and does a crooked friendly smile. "You know, if you weren't so arrogant I would like you. You're really funny and make strange jokes!" He says laughing in the back of his throat. I stare at him a good few seconds blinking allot. "... Who said what I said was a joke?" I ask a smirk coming to my face and I actually do a rather friendly smile, only to have it fade away a few seconds later.
"But! If you touch my chest again... without my permission you will be going strait to hell!" I announce. Trunks chuckles nervously some sweat dripping down the side of his face. "Err, ok, I wish I could back away slowly... but I can't..." Trunks informs in a comedian type way. I smile a little and tilt my head slightly. "For an evil, mood swinging jerk, you're not too bad." I decide. Trunks does a smile crossed with a glare and does a little bit of an annoyed snort causing me to snicker.
"Gee thanks, now come on. We're going to my place, and we will stay there!" Trunks says turning towards the direction we came for and just staring at it for a while before giving me another glance. "Aren't you going to scream? Yell? Bite? Anything?" Trunks asks very confused by the way I just stay still, no longer squirming in irritation of being in his arms.
"Nope, when it comes down to it, I'm quite comfortable. In fact, I think you're going to have trouble removing me from your arms." I decide a smile coming to my lips. Trunks chuckles and shakes his head a little in shame before giving me a poke in the side.
"I'll get you off. I'll annoy you till you want to leave!" He snickers.
I start poking him in the arm every second or so, just to irritate him, show him I'm more annoying then he could ever be. On about the tenth go of poking him he catches me hand giving me a angry look.
"You are an evil one, you know that?" Trunks says poking me back. I smile an evil crooked smile and do a teeth showing grin. He forces back a smile that is wide, very tooth showing a... very exaggerated grin. I laugh out loud at his sad attempt to do a grin like mine.
"Anyone every told you that your crazy?" I ask. Trunks stops the grin and goes back to looking serious. He even gives me a light glare as he shakes his head. "No? Man, you are. But that's good. Makes you way more... interesting or strange... not sure yet." I say smiling innocently.
A smile comes to Trunks' lips as he chuckles lightly and gives me a final poke, just to get a little more even. "Let's just stick with interesting, Ok?" Trunks says and I can't help but laugh. He's such a strangely nice guy, even if he is in a way abducting me.
"K, now, let's get you back at my place. I bet you could do with a rest." Trunks kindly suggests.
I shrug a little trying to act like he's wrong, but knowing he's right. I yawn, smothering my mouth with a cupped hand before shaking my head and smiling lightly as I speak to Trunks, trying to make my voice sound alive, hypo, but it comes out muffled, hard to understand by the yawn that interferes half way though "Nah, I'm right, I'm fine. Awake and ready for action!" I decide.
Trunks laughs at the back of his throat and gives me a bit of a toss as he changes my position to something more comfortable for me. And he can't help but smile when he see's me almost instinctively nestle into his chest and start to doze. I really am tired.
Trunks lands softly on the ground in front of his house. Where we were before. His eyes glance down to me as I sleep soundly in his arms. My hands have a tight grip of his shirt fingers clenched into tight fist balls that strongly grab small bits of material in them. My head in rested against his chest sending a warm sensation over Trunks' body. My tail is also in contact with him, wrapped tight around one of his muscular arms. I look so sweet, so harmless in his arms. Like a tiny little baby, my mouth opened loosely around the lips as I breathe lightly.
'My God, she looks so sweet when she ain't mad. She's at total ease, she must really trust me.' Trunks thinks to himself as he starts over to the front door of the house eyes staying focused on me every second. He doesn't need to watch where he's going anyway, he knows the area in and around his house, Capsule corp, like the back of his hand.
Using much difficulty he manages to turn the door handle without so much as making me stir. Before heading inside and lightly closing the door behind him.
"Mum?" Trunks says in a high pitched whisper as he starts up the hall of the house. Off it are rooms some joining with each other with small wooden doors or removable walls but most solid. At the very end is the lounge room that joins up with the dinning room with a removable wooden door so they can watch TV while eating if they so please. Then joining the dinning room by a small wooden door is the kitchen which also has it's own door heading off the main hall. Among the other rooms are three bed rooms, a medical room, two bath rooms, a storage room, a laundry and his mothers computer room/ building room. This is positioned under the house of which you have to go down a rather large set of what seems to be unstable stairs to get there. Trunks is sure one day someone will hurt themselves going down those stairs.
"MUM!" Trunks said again, louder this time. More like a yell with a tint of secrecy to it. He glances down at me, surprised to see me still sleeping soundly, unfazed by the rather loud sound he had made, and he can't help but do a sigh of relief.
"What is it Trunksssss... What you got there?" Trunks' mother said, sounding rather pissed off at first appearing from the stairs that lead to her study, then calming down to just a sense of curiosity when she saw me.
Trunks looks down on me, then back up to his mother who now approached with great curiosity. Trunks raised a hand to his mother only to place a finger on his lip and hush her slightly before becoming her forward using a fast, sharp movement of his head.
Bulma's eyes looked at me intensely as she slightly leaned over me. My figure still the same as it had been outside. I hadn't stirred at all since coming in. Not at the loud voice, not at the movement of Trunks' arms, nothing. I am in such a deep sleep it looks like nothing will wake me. Yet, Trunks doesn't want to risk it. He wants everything silent.
Bulma is a persistent women. As you have to be to survive this time... this world. She's strong for a human, and even stronger for a human female. Her pail blue hair, a similar color to Trunks'. Her blue eyes (Same color as her hair) are always wide, always ready. She has become this way over countless years of looking out for herself... call it an act of paranoia but it's kept her alive so far.
Her face is finely featured and she has only a few wrinkles around her mouth which is great for a women of her age who puts up with what she does. She wears some green overalls with a pail white long sleeved top under it. This is what she uses when working away in her lab. It's covered in grease, and right now her face is too. She looks up to Trunks who stands a little more then a head taller then her a finally speaks, brushing some of her shoulder high hair from her eyes and behind her ears a second before she does. "Trunks, why is there a saiyan in your hands?" Bulma chokes out in a startled way.
Trunks looks down to the me in his arms. He could tell by his mums voice she was really asking why I was here? Why wasn't I dead? Why Trunks hadn't killed me yet.
Trunks lets out a rather annoyed sigh and looks up to his mother slowly, eyes filled with innocence. "Mum, she saved my life." Trunks spoke softly, slowly, almost sadly.
Bulma's eyes widen slowly at these words, and for a few seconds she thought she herd wrong till she saw the tender look he was giving me as I slept in his arms so defenseless from the world around me. Well, that's how I look, but clearly not the way I am. He holds me close lightly putting his forehead on mine to express passion and longing before looking back up to his mother.
"Well, I guess we should get her a bed." Bulma says smiling faintly and rather fakely as she leads Trunks down the hall, becoming him to follow by waving a hand.
Trunks followed her to the spare bed room positioned on the opposite side of the hall to Trunks, the doors exactly even. He walked in as his mother wait at the door and lay me gently on the bed struggling to untangle my tail from around his arm.
When he does he just steps back and stares at me a second. Totally still, could almost be mistaken for dead if it wasn't for the fact Trunks could sense her energy, and it still glowed in her alive and strong. It's just I feel so relaxed my breathes are small slow breathes that go next to unnoticed, yet listening carefully Trunks can hear the very faint sound of my breath as it's inhaled and exhaled.
By the request of his mother as she tugged madly at his top he stopped his stare and left the room lightly closing the door behind himself letting out a light sigh as he does so, glancing back at the closed door wishing he could stay, wishing he could just watch me sleep.
My eyes flicker slowly open and peer to the roof above me. I blink a few times and sit up looking around slowly at the place around me. I'm in a bed that is pushed to one side of the room so it's in a corner, the head of the bed at one wall, the side at another one. The opposite side of the room is a door, a plain wooden door with a rusty looking metal handle and around the room is scattered furniture including a built in cupboard at the foot of the bed a set of draws by the door on the side without the larches and a small bedside table. The place is actually kinda empty... almost lonely.
I slide my feet out of bed and for a few seconds just sit there, reflecting, wondering what I should do before finally getting to my feet and making my way over to the door pausing in hesitation as I then place my hand firmly on the handle closing my eyes in thought, in consideration before finding the courage to turn it and take at step out of the room and glance around.
It's quiet. Not a sound is herd. This makes me feel a little nervous, a little uncomfortable. My heart speeds up banging hard against my chest. I hate it when places are like this, never the less, I should investigate, get an idea of my surroundings.
I close the door to the room I was in lightly behind me and start slowly up the hall stepping lightly so as to remain silent. I do not wish to wake anyone. Well, if they're asleep, I'm not really sure.
I'm doing my best to sneak stay silent, but with place is so new to me and its only carpeted in the rooms not in the hall and the floor boards are uneven, some poke an inch over others, it basically a recapie for trouble. My foot hooks on a board and I go flying forward landing hard on the wood. There is a loud thump and for a second I just lay there in shock before slowly using my hands to raise myself up from the ground.
"My God Creeda! What happened?" Trunks asks running over to me and helping me up. I grunt and rub some blood away as it oozes from my nose pushing away from his arms, his hold. "Nothing... don't worry." I mutter nose still bleeding. I try again to wipe it away but it just keeps on coming.
Trunks stares at me a long moment then shakes his head a few times, slowly, in a misunderstanding way. He doesn't know what my problem is. "Creeda, I should really have a look at your nose, it's bleeding pretty bad." Trunks says placing a hand out towards me, but I flare backwards like he's a flame, or acid.
"No Trunks, I don't need your help... just don't worry!" I say almost in a spiteful hiss before walking away quickly, tail flicking with the movement of my body as I pace silently down the hall.
X.../...Ok, Creeda seems a little moody... nvm, please tell me what u think.../...X