Eighth Chapter!!
Once he disappears from view, you lie down on the sofa and stare up at the ceiling, listening to the clanking of pots and pans echoing from down the hall. I wonder what he's making for me, you think. A moment later, a delicious scent wafts into the room and you inhale it hungrily, feeling your stomach tighten. After what seems like an eternity, you spot Trunks walking down the hall towards you. He reaches the room and sits down on the couch next to you, handing you a plate of food and a fork. Before you can clearly become aware of what is on your dish, you stick your fork in it and tear off a piece, stuffing it into your mouth. Your eyes widen when the taste begins to spread throughout your mouth, the salty of flavor of egg, ham, and cheese. Swallowing in delight, you turn your gaze over to Trunks. "This stuff's amazing!" you compliment him, grinning. "What is it?" Wearing a pleased expression, Trunks looks back at you. "It's an omelet," he says, smiling slightly. "I'm better at making breakfast food than anything else, I guess." Nodding, you look back at your plate and begin to eat again. Once you finish the delicious meal, you yawn tiredly and stand up. "I think I'm gonna go to bed, Trunks. Thanks again for the food." you say, smiling exhaustedly. Nodding, Trunks raises himself from the sofa as well and picks up the plate. "No problem. Hope you sleep well, ****." Blinking and nodding back, you turn around and begin to walk back down the hall. On a whim, you turn back around and look back towards the sitting room. Trunks is no longer there. Feeling an odd twinge of disappointment, you pull open the door and walk into your room. Stripping of your normal clothing and changing into the shirt and loose pants that have now become nightclothes, you fill a plastic cup with water from the tap and crawl lazily into bed, setting the cup on the dresser to your left. Turning off the lamplight and curling up under the fluffy comforter, hardly a minute passes before you fall into a deep sleep.
The next morning, you regain consciousness almost immediately. Glancing at the clock and observing that it is 8:18 AM, you slide quickly out of bed and hop to the dresser. Pulling out some comfortable-looking jeans and a loose t-shirt, you slide them on and wash your face before pulling the door open and skidding out into the hallway. Hearing the familiar bustle of utensils loudening as you approach the kitchen, you lick your lips hungrily and make your way to the kitchen door. Pushing it open, you notice Bulma leaning against the counter, untying her apron. Directing your gaze to her left, you observe a messy-haired Trunks sitting at the table, stuffing sausages into his mouth with amazing speed. Noticing you, the two look up from their current activities and grin. "Hi ****. Want some breakfast? I saved some for you." Nodding in appreciation, you turn to Trunks, who has now cleared his plate and leans back contentedly in his chair. "Sleep well?" he asks, yawning. You blink. "Yeah, thanks. When'd you get up?" "About an hour ago." he says, brushing a lavender strand away from his face. "Sorry, I'm not totally awake yet." You laugh, looking at his tousled hair and creased t-shirt as Bulma sets a plate of food down in front of you. "No sweat. Neither am I," you tell him, digging into the steaming eggs on your dish. The next minute passes in silence as you scarf down the food, gulping down orange juice between bites. Once you finish, you lean back in your chair and look over at Trunks. "So, do you think you could start teaching me to fly today?" you ask, trying to hide the hopeful eagerness in your voice. Trunks grins back. "Sure. If you don't mind getting wet." Confused, your eyes travel over to the open window and you immediately notice the dark clouds that blanket the sky, large water droplets pattering slowly against the glass. You shrug. "It seems pretty light. And I don't mind if you don't." "Fine with me." Trunks says, standing up. "C'mon, we'll have more time if we start early." Eyes widening in anticipation, you raise yourself and follow him to the back door. Sliding it open, Trunks walks outside and you trail behind him. You take a moment to look around the backyard and notice that it is mostly an open field of grass, bordered in places by lush, green trees.
Glancing over to Trunks, you notice him look back at you. "So, ready to start?" he asks, grinning when you nod your head quickly. "Ok, so flying is all dependent on energy." he explains, stretching his arms out in front of him. "To get off the ground, you have to focus all of your energy into your arms and push it under yourself. If you do it right, you'll lift off the ground." He lowers his arms so that his palms face the ground and levitates effortlessly off the ground. "See? Once you get more experienced, you'll be able to channel the energy directly into your legs, but it's easier to use your arms for now. Ready to try?" "Sure." you say, watching him hover back down to earth. "Ok, so put your arms out in front of you." he instructs, walking up next to you and observing your pose. Slowly, you stretch your arms out in front of you, bending your knees slightly. A moment later, you feel his hands on your upper arms, pushing them down slightly. "Lower them a little." he says removing his hands. "Good. Now try to channel your energy into the palms of your hands." Staring out in front of you, you attempt to focus your energy, letting it flow into your forearms and hands. I hope I'm doing this right, you think. Sensing your hesitation, Trunks gives you a reassuring smile. "It's okay, I can sense the energy. You're doing fine." Blinking rapidly as a drop of waterfalls into your left eye, you continue to press your energy into your hands. A few seconds later, Trunks walks over to your other side. "Okay, I think you're ready." he says, looking at your hands. "Now lower your arms so that your hands face the ground." Nodding, you let your arms fall a bit lower. "Good." Trunks says. "Now push the energy towards the ground and push off with your feet." Nervous, you look over to him. "What if I fall?" you ask, slightly afraid. "No problem. I'll catch you." he says, a small smile on his face. "Go ahead and try." Hoping that you don't come out of this looking like an idiot, you close your eyes and focus your energy towards the ground, bending your knees and jumping a few inches into the air. Expecting to come in contact with the earth a moment later, your eyes snap open in surprise when you can feel nothing but air below you. Looking around in shock, you notice that you are hovering about three feet off the ground. Keeping your arms pressed down in front of you in fear of falling, you feel an excited smile spread across your face. "Wow!" you exclaim, looking down at Trunks. "This is awesome!" Wide eyed, the demi-saiyan looks up at you. "Wow, on your first try." he says in awe. "Amazing." Raising your arms in order to wipe a trickle of rainwater off of your face, you cringe as you feel your body begin to plummet downwards. Stretching your legs out straight, you feel your feet hit the ground and you begin to fall backwards. Squinting your eyes shut, you suddenly feel something on your lower back, holding you up. Eyes snapping open, you see Trunks' smiling face inches away from yours, his arm behind your back. "Thanks." you say warmly, standing up on your own and regaining your balance. Trunks smiles back. "I said I'd catch you, didn't I?" Watching you nod, he walks over to your side and faces you. "Ready to try again?" .................