Thanks you guys for the tons of reviews. I'm taking everything you say into consideration. Also to those who scratched my back, I am current on my way to return the favor. To the statement about the Z- fighter detecting Dallas's energy. Dallas Isn't that strong yet, as she was just born. Think of when Trunks and Goten dressed up as mighty mask and no one even noticed. Plus when Goku was born, I'm pretty sure his power level was only at a two.
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Fable watched, wide eyed, as Dallas devoured her entire basket of food in mere seconds. Her face was red in color and covered with crumbs. Dallas breathed out heavily, as she picked up her basket, shaking it upside down over her face as if more food was somehow hiding in it. But it only resulted in more crumbs covering her face. Fable silently laughed to herself, pushing her own basket towards stopped shaking her empty basket as she looked happily at the new addition of food that was placed in front of her. She dropped the basket, with no thought to where it would land, and being to shove Fable's food into her mouth. Fable simply watched, sipping her water.
"Mommy, does that girl have a tail?," a little boy asked his mother as they entered the restaurant. Fable turned her head to the mother and young boy. He stared past her in aw, holding his mother hand as he pointed at Dallas."See?," He stated with excitement tugging at his mother's hand. The mother looked at Dallas and twisted her face into a frown. "It's not real Timmy," she said, reassuringly. The little boy looked at Dallas's tail as it twitched."Oh, can I have one," the boy asked. The woman either didn't hear him, or ignored the question, because she didn't respond. She simply glared in the direction of Fable and Dallas.
The woman and her son sat themselves at a booth close to the door, and waitress greeted them. The women whispered something in the waitresses ear, causing the waitress to look at Dallas. The waitress nodded her head, and made her way toward their table. "Excuse me Ma'am," the waitress said nervously to Fable. Fable raised a brow. "You're daughter's accessory is really bothering the other customer's. She has to take it off, or I will have to ask you to leave." Fable frowned, and sat her cup down on the table. She looked at Dallas who was still contently eating tenders and fries. " How old do you think I am?," Fable asked the waitress calmly, as she circled the rim of her glass with her finger."What," the waitress asked surprised. Fable smiled at Dallas as she began to shake the basket upside down over her head for the second time. "I said, How old do I look to you," she repeated.
The waitress slightly lost for words, began to scratch her head. "I don't know, 28?" Fable frowned, and her eyes redirected themselves on to the waitress. The waitress was mousy looking, with short brown hair. Fable's eyes set her sights on the name tag that was stuck on the blouse on the server. "Dina is it?," Fable asked rhetorically. "Yes thats right," Dina confirmed. Fable turned her head to the waitress smiling brightly. While she may have been smiling on the outside, on the inside she was boiling. If it was at all possible, steam would have been coming out from her ears. " Okay, so I'm 28," Fable said with a falsely sweet tone. " How old is she?," Fable asked pointing to Dallas. Dallas aware of the current tension had stopped her antics with her currently empty basket. Her brow was furrowed, and her eyes dashed quickly between Fable and Dina; not completely sure of what was happening. Dina laughed nervously, sensing that at some point she had said something wrong. "Um, 12?," Dana asked unsure.
Fable stood up from the booth abruptly and drug her hand into her shirt. She pulled out some crumbled up Zeni and slammed it onto the table. " I will have you know that I am 18 years old Ms Dina," Fable said mockingly. "And I am by no means,anyone's mother," Fable stated as she grabbed Dallas's hand, pulling her past the waitress. Dallas stumbled over her feet at being dragged roughly toward the exit. Her tail thrashed back and forth as she struggled to get her balance. Fable suddenly stopped her rampage at the woman and young boys table, causing Dallas to slam into Fable's back. This didn't seem to phase Fable because her eyes were dead set on her next target. The woman and young boy stared back wide-eyes. " It's not fake lady!," Fable said tightly holding onto Dallas's hand. The woman shocked by the confrontation, said nothing. While the boy looked on at the girl and her tail in admiration. Fable then continued out the door with Dallas behind her.
"The Nerve of some people," Fable said more so to herself than to Dallas as the walked through the city. The cars that drove past them continued to beeped incessantly. Fable ignored them, as she figured they were only curiously about Dallas. Dallas herself frowned unsure what they wanted. "My house isn't too far from here," Fable stated as she pulled Dallas around another corner. The sky was a bright orange color, signifying that the day was coming to an end. Dallas let herself be strung along , just as she had done all day. She really wanted to stop, but Fable was insistent; jerking her arm whenever she slowed down to stop. Fable stopped walking, for which Dallas was grateful. The bottoms of her feet were sore from walking all day. "This is it," Fable said vibrantly. The building they were in front of was grey with 130 floors. "I just know you're going to love it here," Fable said pulling Dallas into the building.
Fable pulled Dallas past the lobby of the building, towards an elevator. "Look at this," Fable said pointing to the panel with number on the wall. "We live on the 77th floor. Got it?" Fable asked, looking at Dallas's face for confirmation that she somehow understood. Dallas simply looked at the panel, oblivious to what any of it meant. Fable sighed, and took Dallas's hand forcing her finger to hit the button that said 77. "See," Fable said letting her hand go. The elevator came down with zero delay. Once Fable and Dallas were on the elevator, it moved up quickly causing Dallas to fall on the floor.
Fable watched Dallas struggle to stand back up with a small smile on her face. "Don't worry Dal. You'll get used to it," Fable said confidently as the elevator doors opened. She Grabbed Dallas arm, yanking her up to her feet. "Lets go," Fable said walking off the elevator. Dallas quickly followed behind. They stopped at a door with the number 723 on the front.
"This is it Dallas." Fable said, pulling a blue key card out of her pocket. She swiped the card smoothly into the door mechanism causing it to click. "Home sweet home, Fable said as she opened the door. The apartment had pale green walls; it was cluttered, with random items being seeming to be thrown everywhere. The counter-top had half filled cups over the entire surface. The sink was filled with dark brown water and dirty plates and bowls. The floors were littered with clothes, magazines, and cds. "Sorry about the mess," Fable said with a small blush. She rubbed the back of her neck as she looked around her apartment. "I'm not too good of a house keeper when I'm alone," she said as she looked down at Dallas. "But now that your here, I'll be neater than any doctor," Fable said as she closed the door behind her. Dallas looked around curiously. This place reminded her of the restaurant they had just came from. Dallas reached for Fable hand, tugging it.
"Hmm," Fable questioned, noticing the tug.
"Fries," Dallas said calmly.
"You're hungry again?," Fable asked surprised. "Fries," Dallas answered. Fable rolled her eyes, yanking her hand from Dallas's grip. She made her way to the kitchen area and opened a cabinet. Fable pulled out a bag of chips. Walking back to where she left Dallas, she popped the bag of chips opened and shoved the bag into Dallas's. "Those are called chips," Fable said. Dallas looked at the bag puzzled. She looked back up at Fable, and repeated the same word. "Fries." Fable shook her head; reached her hand into the bag in Dallas's hands and pulled out a chip. "look," she said right before she threw the chip into her mouth. "Yummy," Fable said as she reached for another. Holding the chip to Dallas's face, she repeated the word 'Chip'. Dallas understood. This may not have been a fry but it was something to eat. Dallas grabbed a single chip, and threw it into her mouth just as she had seen Fable do. Fable smiled, happy that the girl was understanding.
Fable walked over to the television turning on an educational program for toddlers. "Dallas, come here." Fable said motioning for Dallas to come over. Dallas walked over, still shoving chips into her mouth casually. Fable pushed Dallas onto the couch. "Just stay right here, and watch tv." Fable said. Dallas's eyes were glued to the screen, the colorful puppets that sung songs about colors, numbers, and manners. While she was engrossed into the TV, Fable began some much needed cleaning.
Hours later, it was pitch black outside. The apartment was sparking clean and Fable was extremely happy with her work. Dallas was still focused on the giant blue bear teaching her the alphabet to even notice anything else. "I hope you're actually learning something over there." Fable said as she walked toward her bathroom. Dallas look at Fable and smiled. She let out a small yawn as she continued to watch her show. Fable smiled to herself as she turned on the water to her shower. 'I'm glad I have her,' she thought to herself as she pulled off her clothes, letting the fall unceremoniously on the floor.
She showered, and thought about how much more money it would cost to take care of Dallas. 'I'll manage,' she thought, scrubbing her hair. Turning off the water, she dried off and got dressed in her pajamas. She walked out of the bathroom and saw Dallas's passed out on the couch. Not wanting wake her, Fable quietly walked over and turned off the television. Fable walked into her own bedroom and came out with a large blanket, draping it over Dallas's body.
"Good night kid," Fable said, before turning off the light.
