NOTE TO READERS
Thank you for being patient and sorry for taking so long to update, I got grounded off my computer =P.
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A MESSAGE FROM OUR STARS
Kentana: "Why the hell am I named KENTANA! It sounds so stupid!"
ME: "It was a last resort and fit with your katana!"
Kentana: "Why did you leave me hanging? I wasn't expecting anything, but it was really rude to walk out like that!"
Trunks: "I'm sorry that you make me uncomfortable."
Kentana: "I make you uncomfortable! You make me uncomfortable! Don't think I haven't noticed you constantly staring at me and when you looked at my ASS!"
Trunks: "I wasn't looking at your ass!" *Blushes*
Kentana: "Don't lie. You were doing it like ten minutes ago!"
Trunks: *Blushes even more*
ME sweatdrops while watching the argument play out.
Kentana: "And you are constantly looking really deep in my eyes like there is something on it. Don't get me started about how you tried to kiss me on the day we met!"
Trunks: *Blushes even more* Shit! She noticed! "So, at least I don't stink!"
Kentana: "If I stink so much then I'll just head over to the Xicor Saga and hang out with them! Xicor is at least mildly attractive and the Trunks there is a lot stronger than you!"
Trunks stares angrily at that insult. "No you don't! You're not even alive in that time."
Kentana: "That's what you think."
Trunks: "What?"
And that's my failed attempt at narrators arguing pettily.
Disclaimer: Zombiechick422 does not own DB/Z/GT. I own no characters except for Kentana, who is upset with her name. If I did that would be totally awesome, but credit goes to Akira Toryama (I think I spelled it right) and Funimation.
Chapter 2
Kentana wandered aimlessly around the C.C building. She had done nothing but wander in the last two days and was really bored. She probably knew this place inside and out. She found a stairwell that led into a basement. Following it down she came across Bulma's messy lab.
Everywhere she looked she saw wires, machines shooting sparks and disassembled or half built machines. The room was organized in a messy way. In the far end of the room, Bulma was knelt over a machine where she was trying to replicate Kentana's sleeping pod, but was having trouble getting a few circuits to stop shorting out.
Bulma looked up from her kneeling stance. "Hello Kentana," she greeted as she wiped some grease off of her forehead ", do you need anything?"
"No, I was just wandering around." Kentana walked over to where Bulma was working. "What part are you working on?" she said examining the tangle of wires over a circuit board.
"I'm working on the part of the base that keeps you from aging while you sleep. I can't get it to come out as more than sleeping gas though and that's already been invented."
"Here let me see," Kentana quickly took apart the entire circuit board and untangled the wires. She reassembled it before Bulma's eyes. The designs she used were completely out of Bulma's ideas but they made sense, like that joke you don't get until someone explains it then you feel stupid for overlooking it.
"You know, I know a lot about this stuff, but I'm not very creative about it. If you want I can give you the info and you can use it. I can tell you'll know what to do with it. With me, it just takes up useless space," she knocked herself on the head.
"That'd be great! We can start now if you'd like."
"Okay, just start listing various machines you don't have, or can't completely create to your standards that can benefit you in having." Bulma's eyes gleamed at the opportunity. She began telling her about things they could use and explaining certain machines she already had. Kentana was more of a source of information than a real idealist. She would help out whenever she thought something else could be used, Bulma was lost, an extra set of stronger hands was needed, or any other thing that might need a great brain.
The next few days were filled with work to keep Kentana preoccupied. She had no real objectives here but something sad hung over her shoulders that she seemed unwilling to talk about. Bulma pulled her son aside one day while Kentana was preoccupied in trying to get a bot to run make a steak rare without it being completely uncooked.
"Trunks, I want you to hang out with her and get to know her a little."
"Mom, is this one of your attempts to get me a girlfriend? I'm not interested in dating her mom." She looked at her son with a pleading look in her eyes.
"It's not like that. I'm just a little worried, that's all. She seems so depressed and when I try to talk to her about it she pushes it aside. I can tell she's getting bored cooped up in this house. She keeps herself occupied with machinery, but you don't have to be a genius to see she's growing restless. I need you to take her out so she has something to do and enjoy."
"Okay Mom," he caved. "I'll take her out training. She's saiyan so I'm sure she'll enjoy some sparring," he said with confidence.
"I'm not sure about that. Have you noticed her hair and eyes. When else have you seen a saiyan with blond hair blue eyes?"
"You mean you think she's a super saiyan?" that didn't seem right, but it made so much sense. "That would explain why she wears those heavy hair bands. Otherwise her hair would be standing up all the time."
"I think she might be stronger than you since she's a natural super saiyan. But I don't think she knows it yet so you shouldn't tell her, just in case she has a dark side," she explained, remembering how
Vegeeta had come to earth to take it over. Trunks nodded. He still was going to take her sparring, but they'd go slow since she still hadn't regained all her power.
Trunks walked down the stairs into the basement right in time to watch her fly backwards as I circuit blows up in her face. She was working on something that looked like a small rocket or large pod of some sort.
"Hey, Trunks." she greeted. She waved to him from the pile of rubble and old broken machinery.
"Hey," he said, helping her up ", you want to go eat and maybe do some sparring today." Her face literally lit up.
"Yah, that would be most excellent!" she nearly jumped with joy. "When should we go?"
"We can go now if you want. Come on, meet me outback." He left up the stairs as she went to clean up what she was working on.
She ran up the stairs and bolted out the back. She went along to where Trunks waited for her. She found Trunks under a shady tree in the domed backyard waiting for her. She ran up to him. She wasn't a very fast runner. To a human she was too fast to see when she wanted to, but amongst other saiyans she was average if not less than.
"Hello Trunks," she greeted warmly. She sat down next to him. He had laid out a blanket and had a basket that was full of sandwiches he had the bots prepare while he was asking her. He handed her a bottle of water and opened the lid to reveal the triangle cut sandwiches. They dug in happily with hearty smiles and polite conversation. He attempted to ask her about her past but she wouldn't tell him more than that she was a saiyan who was born long ago. He easily told her about his life in a failed attempt to get her to open up to him. They laughed happily.
"You have a little something," she gestured to his smeared were he had a bit of mustard from his saiyan table manners. He wiped and missed.
"Did I get it?"
"No." He tried again.
"Here let me get it," she used a napkin to wipe it off. He crinkled his noes when her hand came close to it. "What?" she snapped.
"You stink!" he stated, pinching his nose and waving his hand back and forth in front of his face.
"Well, it's not my fault I've been stuck in the same suit for several years!" she said, hands on hips in a matter of fact tone.
"How about this, I'll take you to the mall tomorrow and buy you new clothes."
"The mall?"
"Yah, it's a place full of stores you can buy things in. It'll be fun," he smiled politely in way that suggested he was looking forward to it and she couldn't say no.
"Oh, okay!" she smiled brightly. He liked her smile. He looked at her cute little face and her big blue eyes, staring deep onto them as if trying to look through them. There was something about her that he just couldn't put a label on. She sort of looked like someone he knew. He looked away and mentally slapped himself. Stop it! "Um, Trunks?"
"Yah?" he said looking at her, careful not to meet her eyes.
"What should I wear to the mall? From what I've seen so far, I'm not dressed the same as any of you," she stood up, showing me her skin tight black jumpsuit that showed all of her legs. Wow, she has a nice figure. He mentally slapped himself again and began to mentally beat the shit out of himself Stop it!
"Um, right. I'll talk to my mom. I'm sure she might have something you can borrow."
"Thank you," she said with another warm smile. She stood up. "Didn't we come out here for sparring?"
"Oh, right," he stood up as well and followed her into an empty grass clearing. They both got into fighting stance and began to fight. She proved to have been trained far more than him, but was a little rusty from years without practice. Her skill was higher, but he was exceedingly faster than her. He was fast for a saiyan and she was slower than average. Her strength was good, but she couldn't produce the energy needed to do anything like Ki balls, but he didn't attempt any either. He remembered what his mom said about not telling her about super saiyans and didn't change. Not very fair since she gets to be one and I don't.
They lay down exhausted in the grass, after a good three hours of training. She stretched out and enjoyed the feel of the sun against her skin. The color was slowly returning. Probably would have come faster had she not cooped herself up in the basement all day. She smiled at him.
He looked over to see her smile. "What are you smiling about?" He couldn't help but smile himself.
"Oh, nothing," she said cheerfully. She had definitely lightened up to him in the past few days. They spent an hour relaxing in the sun before heading in. Bulma watched them from her unnoticed perch by her window. She smiled at how happy they were together. There is something about him that seems different, she thought to herself , and I think I know what.
Bulma fed them a welcoming feast of spaghetti. After dinner, she brought Kentana to her room to get some clothes. She found a white sleeveless and a black cargo that fit her. The waist line was a little big since Kentana had been subject to regular workouts. She fixed that with a belt. Kentana changed out of that so that she'd have it clean for the next day and put on an oversized T-shirt that reached her knees. I'll get some PJ's tomorrow. She went to bed at her usual time, thinking long and hard. Unable to stop a smile from her face before she succumbed to the darkness.
Trunks: "Really! You have the nerve to bring that up! Atleast I didn't ############################################"(sensored to keep from giving away future events)
Kentana: "Oh, good going! You almst blew it, thank god for sensoring. Thank you god for crerating the things that fix this dumb asses mistakes!"
Trunks: "I'm the dumb ass? You're the one who got their tail stuck in a blender you ugly banshee!"
Kentana: "At least I have a tail! And I'm an ugly harpy? I would've sworn you were staring at me and drooling while the story was going on!"
Trunks: "I was not!" *Wipes dry drool off of lip.*
Kentana: "Here we go again with the whining!"
ME: "You two are like an old couple!"
Kentana & Trunks: "Hey!"
Kentana: "I'm not old! I was stuck in that pod for #########"(more sensoring)"years, but I am not old. I didn't age a day in there! I am still only ##!"
ME: "Whatever grandma."
BYE FOR NOW!