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Author's Notes: Just another short chapter to go along with the previous short chapter. Enjoy, and review.
Chapter 16: A Slightly One-Ended Conversation
Jita walked out of her room after another shower and change. (Vegeta's tour of his home had begun and ended at the gravity room.) From there she walked outside to the green expanse of the yard. She stood there, staring at the sunset and thinking out her experiment, when she realized someone was watching her. With fluid movement unknown in most children, a miniature replica of Bulma jumped from the highest branch of a tree and skipped her way over to the Saiyan woman. The girl looked up with her impossibly blue eyes and said, "HI!"
Jita was slightly taken aback by the child's greeting. "Hello," was all she could think to say, yet this word seemed to be catalyst for a torrent of words from the child's mouth.
"You must be my new aunt. I'm Bra. I've never had an aunt before. Trunks told me a little about you. I don't think it's so weird that you're here. Lotsa people die. And lots of 'em are alive. Trunks 'n Goten 'n Mommy. Daddy died twice. Lotsa people died twice. I haven't died, 'cept you almost killed me. That's ok, though. Daddy's a prince. Does that make you a princess? I thought princesses were supposed to be beautiful and wear pretty dresses. But you're not really beautiful and you're wearing pants. Do you like fighting? I guess you do 'cause you fought Daddy. I like to fight a little, but not as much as the others. I may learn someday. I don't know. I do know how to fly. I learned 'cause its neat, but Mommy doesn't like it when I fly too high. You know what? I ."
"Bra!"
Bra whipped her head around at her mother's call. "Coming, Mommy! Bye," she said brightly to Jita.
'Strange child,' Jita thought. 'Imagine not liking to fight.'
"Would you believe what they put us through?!" Trunks slammed the calculus book into his bookbag. He growled in frustration as the book ripped through the bag and made a small crack in the floor.
"Yeah, well, some of us didn't study this when we were ten."
Trunks stared in surprise at the usually mellow and good-natured Goten. At least, usual until a month ago. Trunks decided to try to talk to him about it - again. But then he stopped short. It always went the same way:
T: Why don't you talk to her?
G: No.
T: Give her a chance.
G: No.
T: It's been a month (or whatever).
G: *shrugs*
T: Is it because you still like her?
G: I don't like her. I don't want to see her. And if you don't stop pestering me, I'll do my best impression of your dad by ki-blasting you into the next dimension.
T: Fine. Whatever. I really don't care. And you couldn't do that to me anyway.
End conversation. Ensuing argument and/or fight optional.
Trunks picked a capsule out of his now-demolished bookbag, decapsulated another, and kept his mouth shut.
Author's Notes: Just another short chapter to go along with the previous short chapter. Enjoy, and review.
Chapter 16: A Slightly One-Ended Conversation
Jita walked out of her room after another shower and change. (Vegeta's tour of his home had begun and ended at the gravity room.) From there she walked outside to the green expanse of the yard. She stood there, staring at the sunset and thinking out her experiment, when she realized someone was watching her. With fluid movement unknown in most children, a miniature replica of Bulma jumped from the highest branch of a tree and skipped her way over to the Saiyan woman. The girl looked up with her impossibly blue eyes and said, "HI!"
Jita was slightly taken aback by the child's greeting. "Hello," was all she could think to say, yet this word seemed to be catalyst for a torrent of words from the child's mouth.
"You must be my new aunt. I'm Bra. I've never had an aunt before. Trunks told me a little about you. I don't think it's so weird that you're here. Lotsa people die. And lots of 'em are alive. Trunks 'n Goten 'n Mommy. Daddy died twice. Lotsa people died twice. I haven't died, 'cept you almost killed me. That's ok, though. Daddy's a prince. Does that make you a princess? I thought princesses were supposed to be beautiful and wear pretty dresses. But you're not really beautiful and you're wearing pants. Do you like fighting? I guess you do 'cause you fought Daddy. I like to fight a little, but not as much as the others. I may learn someday. I don't know. I do know how to fly. I learned 'cause its neat, but Mommy doesn't like it when I fly too high. You know what? I ."
"Bra!"
Bra whipped her head around at her mother's call. "Coming, Mommy! Bye," she said brightly to Jita.
'Strange child,' Jita thought. 'Imagine not liking to fight.'
"Would you believe what they put us through?!" Trunks slammed the calculus book into his bookbag. He growled in frustration as the book ripped through the bag and made a small crack in the floor.
"Yeah, well, some of us didn't study this when we were ten."
Trunks stared in surprise at the usually mellow and good-natured Goten. At least, usual until a month ago. Trunks decided to try to talk to him about it - again. But then he stopped short. It always went the same way:
T: Why don't you talk to her?
G: No.
T: Give her a chance.
G: No.
T: It's been a month (or whatever).
G: *shrugs*
T: Is it because you still like her?
G: I don't like her. I don't want to see her. And if you don't stop pestering me, I'll do my best impression of your dad by ki-blasting you into the next dimension.
T: Fine. Whatever. I really don't care. And you couldn't do that to me anyway.
End conversation. Ensuing argument and/or fight optional.
Trunks picked a capsule out of his now-demolished bookbag, decapsulated another, and kept his mouth shut.
